Sunday, March 31, 2013

Relationship Playlist: "Run."

the fowl
and its prey
attack each other
claws out and teeth bared
blood lust in their crazed gaze

they strike
and others watch
anticipating the win
of the fowl and the loss
of the prey

and the fowl crashes down
on the dirty, soiled ground
while the prey stands over it
not with a triumphant gaze
but a pitying one


Thursday, March 28, 2013

Character Playlist: Elaine Rivers

Good evening! Or rather, good morning seeing as it's already 12 AM here. Yesterday or so, I gave a good friend of mine a challenge - to write a playlist centered on any OC of hers. Believe it or not, she threw the challenge back at me, that I have to do a playlist based on one of HER own characters. Using a random generator, I picked and received Elaine Rivers, her own character on her original story, The Shoujo Parallels. A link will be given much later. What shocked me was that she got Arzen Venura - a character somewhat resembled me - and I got Elaine Rivers - a character that somewhat resembled her

Originally, I was worried because 60% of the songs on my iTunes were filled with songs that helped me write romantic tales - tales for my OTP. Luckily, 40% of what remained seemed to be filled with songs that could possibly be used in making a playlist for her character, Elaine Rivers. 

The playlist contains 11 English songs and 1 Japanese one. I originally intended for there to be a hidden track, but after all the thinking and consideration, I decided not to add it. *bows head in shame* 

Now, let's move on with the babbling of mine and check out the playlist! So, Giselle - if you see this, forgive me if I screwed up Elaine, especially with the album art. Feel free to smack me when you see me on the sixth. XD Giselle's blog is: here, and her blog containing The Shoujo Parallels is over here. Now, toodaloo! Enjoy this playlist - like how I enjoyed making it. 


Monday, March 25, 2013

Ari Reviews: Wreck-It Ralph



Alright so as of late, I wasn't really in the mood to watch films, children's films in particular. I was badgered by my brother to watch and begrudgingly, I did. I thought it would be the regular kiddie movie - good guy's there, bad guy screws up his life, good guy fixes the problem and faces some personal dilemmas, good guy eventually has everything restored and bad guy redeems himself to set a good example to the kids. But nope.  I was wrong. Turns out the intended good guy was a bad guy who wanted to be good. And that, ladies and gents, was what got me into the story. 

Warning, spoilers ahead.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

"Get it together."


“You are destined for great things, Eri Elysia.”


An explosion woke her up.

The woman’s eyes snapped open at the sound, her hand scrambling for the switch. The lights went on and she peered out of the window, pushing away the dark green curtains that shielded her from the view. Voices chanted from outside, and her eyes widened. She didn’t waste any time in getting out of bed and slipping on a robe before running out, charging down the stairs.

Mutti, Vati,” she yelled, cringing at another sound. “The Storm and Cloud are revolting outside, the clans are causing a mess!” her black hair swished as she moved, finally reaching to a stop as she found herself in the main hall. There was her mother and father, as well as advisors. Her eyes caught two women waving madly, and she raced to Cissa Erstürmen and Lisa Sonne.

“Eri, we tried to keep you asleep,” Cissa tried, but the former’s eyes narrowed with irritation. “We really did!”

“Asleep – why did you keep me asleep when Technika is going into a rage?!” she demanded. “When did you even get here – I don’t remember asking you two to come and stay!”

“Your mother told us to come as soon as the first explosion came,” Lisa explained, biting her lip. “We had to be sure nothing happened to you, that nothing would get to you. We had Cissa deepen your sleep and warriors patrol your bedroom for the time being.” Eri tore her eyes away from her friends and turned to her mother, who was directing orders to the soldiers of the Elysian royalty.

“See to it that whoever is leading those riots get a good message,” she instructed. Soon enough, her eyes met Eri’s, and they softened slightly.

“Yes, Ms. Blitz.”

“Eri, love – you have to understand. The Storm and the Cloud are dangerous, they are leading an uprising against us.” The older woman knelt on one knee and put her hands on Eri’s shoulders. “Please understand this. I had your friends come over to put up a resistance, to keep us safe.”

“But their families,” she tried, but Lisa smiled.

“Safe. I’ve told them to move.”

“Same here.” Cissa glanced at Lisa. “We’ve got things under control, Eri. You have to calm down and let your mother handle this.”

Eri took a deep breath.

“Fine.” She looked at her mother. “Fine. But I have to know who from the Storm and Cloud are leading the revolts.”

“I can promise it’s not anyone from my clan.” Spoke Cissa, a touch of disgust in her voice. “They’ve got the water – we have the air. I bet it’s Celeste’s family.”

“Celeste.”

“And Alpha from the Cloud.” Lisa looked away. “Though I wouldn’t know why it’s them leading and not the designated leader.”

“Alpha’s mother isn't here.” Eri broke away and paced around. “Celeste’s is the main leader. I don’t know anymore. I don’t even know why this is happening.” She looked up. “But the worst that can happen is the joining of the Himmel clan…”

“Himmel?” questioned Blitz.

Eri’s lips tightened.

“Amaya.” Cissa let off an irritated growl.

“Amaya…of course.”

“But aren’t there others in the neutral side of things? Like Collette, Oddette, and, and – and Arturia?”

“I bet they are.” Eri closed her eyes. “They don’t like to fight. They’ve never liked wars. Their clans – lightning, mist, and rain – have never had any history in which they participated in or waged a fight with another clan.”

“We can always recruit,” Lisa suggested. The three noticed they were the only ones left in the Main Hall.

“No. I don’t want anyone else getting into this. Not even you two.”

“Excuse me? Are you out of your mind, Eri? Those two clans are deadly when combined; do you want either of them taking the Elysian rule away from you?”

She didn’t answer. Cissa sighed. “Be reasonable, Eri. As the future matriarch of the Elysia family as well as Technika, you have to get your mind together. You aren’t the successor to the throne for nothing."

Saturday, March 16, 2013

.ueidA



These are my memories
An enigma composed of
The truth and what it
Has become

The line between
Fantasy and reality
Blurred momentarily
Waiting for a small push

This small passage in time
That is composed of
All my anxiety
My obsequious praise
For someone with the face
Of glamorous beauty
And hidden treachery

The choice to let go
The path to righteousness
This red-filled slate
I wish to get rid of

This page is white
My thoughts are hued
If I set the pen down
Shall these blank pages
Be filled with my unstable
Erratically moving
Perpetual thoughts?

This is for you
The destruction you caused
My own downfall
That you so carelessly
Cast upon on me

This is for you
My enemy
My wicked fate

This is for you
And to you I say

Adieu.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Final Push

With a lot of tears shed and great news received a couple of days back, I think I'm officially ready to end this year with a bang. Everything will go by swiftly, and before I know it, the bell would have rung and all my tears would flow down once more. It's not my fault I'm a sensitive person. Though it seems like I'm a tough little thing on the outside, I'm pretty much the epitome and representation of sensitivity and all things mushy. Back to the topic - eventually papers will come and go, pens will run dry. Erasers will be lost (or found, depending on the person's luck) and scratch papers will be the only thing contained by the trash bin.

All things must come to an end. This is what I realize as I type this right now, surrounded by my books and notes, with a few highlighters here and there. My Sophomore year will end and eventually, I'll be shifting from red to yellow - from the third floor to the fourth. My ranking as Sophomore will change to Junior, and I'll be one step away from leaving my second home, my school. If this year was a confused flux about guys and trips and whatnot, next year would be a jumble of feelings as I would step into the venue with a possible prom date. I would fill up application forms and settle on a course. Asian History would turn into World History, and Biology to Chemistry. Statistics would fade and be replaced with Geometry.

Teachers will change and classmates will as well. I could be stuck with tentative enemies or possible friends depending on my future actions. Fights could occur and making up can happen. There are waters I have yet to swim, yet to tread. But that is the future, and this is now. This is the moment to take it all in and let it out. The Seniors will move to their respective universities and my older friends will go away. More responsibilities will be thrust upon me as I take on the position of News Editor of the school publication next year. Despite all of this, I have learned. I have lessons from my Kinder One days to my Sophomore days that I can bring with me next year.

I have tackled the mysteries of biodiversity as I studied the different kingdoms and phylums. I have learned from the most basic of maths to the Quadratic Formula and how to determine if one piece of information is more clustered than the other. I have learned the basic alphabet and applied it to analyzing African literature and Japanese plays. From basic Philippine history, I now know how one single action could affect the entirety of Asia, as well as the world, that civilizations were found, that nationalism was brutally yet peacefully fought for. From basic introductions in Tagalog into connecting events in Florante at Laura and the present time, as well as using this knowledge to construct and give life to a song written in a day. From the creation of the world to fulfillment of God's word in the New Testament. I have inspected a frog's internal organs. I have discovered how important it is to live a healthy life. I have learned how to dance the Korean Fan Dance, how to animate in Adobe Flash, how to bake (and witness that I actually have a chance in learning how to cook as well), and how to present music in a more artistic way.

There are so many things that I have learned, written down, and typed. All of this, though some are now vague in my little mind, contain small memories which mean a lot to me as a student, as a Catholic, as a developing woman of faith and action.

I will miss my set of teachers for this year. My motherly Class Adviser, the firm yet gentle Biology teacher as well as TIC, the enigmatic English teacher, the energetic Filipino teacher. I will miss the Asian History teacher who jokes along with everyone else, the Algebra/Statistics teacher who keeps reminding me to smile despite the odds, and the quirky, youthful Home Economics teacher. I will miss them, yet what they have taught me throughout this year will always stick to mind.

I will miss my section and the others. Section one who grew in unity, section three who never wavered, section four with their diversity. And of course, section two - enthusiastic and undeniably unpredictable. We may have gone through some rough patches as a section, but in the end, we made it. From IP groups to row mates to column mates, II-2, you are an amazing set of classmates. If only it were block section, yeah?

I'll miss a lot more things. From the corner of the level where my friends hung out, to the cafeteria table where we ate and laughed and debated for an entire school year. I'll miss the Seniors, my club mates who might be leaving, and the weight of the Biology book pressed against my back. I'll miss the snarkiness of my teachers and the witty comebacks of my classmates. All the tears, the laughter, the joys and even the pains - I'll miss them all.

Friday is the very last day of my Sophomore year.

With that much time left, I should make the most out of it.