Lunch
Rubber meat.
Plastic vegetables.
Wooden beef.
Stone rice.
Neither of these meals are served in the dorm. That’s reason enough to be grateful, to think that we’re only paying P85 per day for three meals and yet we get to eat some decent meal three times a day, five times a week. Sadly, food isn’t served every Saturdays and Sundays, which makes my roommates and I resort to "bread diet combined with food trip and communal living".
lunch kanina. rice, fried chicken with coleslaw.
Not Bad =)
convent chronicles | Comment (1)Summer Reflections from The Alchemist
My journey with this paperback started when Ate Bam lent me her copy, hoping that I could get something useful for my monologue in Comm 3. But I found little time concentrating with the book at the course of having been obliged to read Plato’s The Republic, Aristotle’s Politics, St. Augustine’s City of God, and Machiavelli’s The Prince among others for my Soc Sci 2 class. So for my monologue, I used an excerpt from the third chapter of Job instead.
It was two months ago when I decided that I was ready to accompany Santiago as he venture through the fields of Andalusia and the scorching sands of the Sahara, in his quest of finding his treasure and in his pursuit of discovering his Personal Legend as well.
Here are some of the lines, bits and pieces which, I believe made an impact in my life as I pondered on them.
*To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only obligation.
- God crafted each of his creations for a task and for a purpose here on earth. Not until our mission is accomplished could we say that our life is well lived from God’s point of view.
*It’s not what enters men’s mouths that are evil. It’s what comes out of their mouths that are.
*Life attracts life.
*…anyone who interferes with the Personal Legend of another thing will never discover his own.
*When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.
*Where your treasure is, there will also be your heart.
*If a person is living out his Personal Legend, he knows everything he needs to know. There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
*The fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself.
*When you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it.
*…love never keeps a man from pursuing his Personal Legend. If he abandons that pursuit, it’s because it wasn’t true love…the love that speaks the Language of the World.
*One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
*In pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.
* Why should I listen to my heart?
**Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating what you’re thinking about life and about the world.
*Even though I [the heart] complain sometimes, it’s because I’m the heart of a person, and people’s hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because when these things happen, we suffer terribly.
*When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.
*Every search begins with beginner’s luck. And every search ends with the victor’s being severely tested.
*All things are one.
*We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it’s our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.
*The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.
* A shepherd may like to travel, but he should never forget about his sheep.
*What is the world’s greatest lie?
**It’s this: that at the certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie.
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Saturday Fantasy
10:31 AM. Here I am, stuck inside the room. My three roommates still have their heads sweetly rested on their pillows. My mind tells me to get moving, but my body wants me to just lie down, listen to music while reading a good book.
Lately, I’ve been quite disoriented for reasons I don’t really understand. Probably, just like Ron-slash-bubble_boi, “boredom is killing me softly” (if you’re a globe subscriber and my HS batchmate, you know what that means.). I guess I’m just tired of doing the same routine everyday of waking up, attending my classes, and blah-blah-blah…
Probably I need new horizons to explore. My ever cozy “cushy-cushy-cushion” (Remember Ma’am Piamonte?) doesn’t seem to give me the right warmth I need. I want a new space, a wider, more homely one; one that would allow me to move freely without me worrying that I might fall and get a painful bruise.
I want to explore a cabin where I could see a mirror that doesn’t reflect the superficial movements I make. I want to climb a strand of fur from a rabbit that would lead me to a deep hole containing concoctions that when drank, would make one smaller or bigger. I want to swim in my own pool of tears—tears that would make me get tired of crying. I want to hide in a secret annex with my diary and the people I love. And in that annex, there’s this big closet that my brothers and I could freely explore. In that closet, we would meet a lion, some witch and a group made up of a country girl, her dog, a tin man, a lion and a scare crow. We would all walk through the yellow brick road that would lead us to an island where a group of stranded school boys are struggling for survival. To maintain order among us, we’re going to follow a rule that only the one who holds the conch shell would be allowed to speak. After which we will ride in Huck Finn’s raft that would bring us to Spain where we would meet a mad man who fought with a windmill. How pathetic. Then, we would reach a farm where animals, who could actually talk among themselves, plan to stage a revolution that’s going to free them from their current state. Now, isn’t that remarkable?
Now, if you may excuse me… Somebody’s calling me to “let down my golden hair”. (*wink*)
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