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Friday, March 28, 2008

Nemesis

My passion for Greek mythology just came back and as a welcome, I'll dedicate this post to Nemesis.

Why "I am Nemesis"? It's certainly not the song "Nemesis" from the Cradle of Filth's Nymphetamine. "I am Nemesis" was mentioned there several times but it's certainly not where I got my idea from.

I love Nemesis. Nemesis is the right hand of Zeus, the Goddess of Righteous Anger, the Goddess of Divine Retribution, the Goddess of Revenge, the jailer of Tartarus, the indignation against, and retribution for evil deeds and undeserved good fortune, and the personification of the resentment of men who committed crimes. She is also called Adrasteia and Rhamnusia or Rhamnusis, in honor of her sanctuary in Rhamnos.

Nemesis never allowed the guilty or the good to escape their just reward. She would never allow someone to be happier than s/he should be. She would recompense those who were unhappy or less fortunate than they should be. She punished those who have excessive pride, undeserved happiness, and the absence of moderation. She represented divine justice, vengeance and karma. She helped Zeus implement justice. Nemesis was always sure to set things straight in the end.

Often depicted as a winged goddess, Nemesis was as beautiful as Aphrodite. Her parents were said to be either Nyx (Night) alone without a father, or the Titans Oceanus and Tethys.

Nemesis is considered to be the mother of Helen and the twins called the Dioscuri. Some says that Zeus once fell in love with Nemesis so he followed her on land and sea. Nemesis avoided Zeus by frequently changing forms, finally transforming into a goose. However, Zeus took the form of a swan. From the egg Nemesis laid came Helen, the cause of the renowned Trojan War.


Remember my "wrath post"? I noticed I sounded like Nemesis there, planing to punish those who have the absence of moderation to avenge victims of injustice. As much as I wanted to be Nemesis (punish mortals for their avarice, and recompense those who didn't receive the happiness they deserved), I just can't. I'll just leave everything to Nemesis. But I could act like Nemesis when I'm feeling evil. *evil cackle*

"This is that ancient doctrine of nemesis who keeps watch in the universe, and lets no offense go unchastised." --Emerson.

Links:
www.theoi.com/Daimon/Nemesis.html
www.waltm.net/nemesis.htm
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nemesis_(mythology)
thanasis.com/modern/nemesis.htm
ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_nemesis.htm
www.podsnet.org/Soteg/Articles/Nemesis-whois.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/a/z/azurylipfe/heidi_azurylipfe_d__nemisis_goddess_of__revenge_21092005small.jpg.html

Swimming+Singing with Feynman

I arrived at the Sports Complex at around 5pm, just in time to watch the last part of the seniors' graduation. Thanks to Migs, who showed me where some of my classmates were staying. He led me to the bleacher where Joyce, Leizle, Tolits, Gizelle, Harvey, and Riel were sitting. After a long time of awarding, it was finally time to see the drama. A lonely "farewell" song played as photos of the seniors together were projected. It was both happy and sad. Happy, because the photos show the happy seniors. Sad, because, well, everyone gets sad when parting.

I can't imagine myself in their shoes, honestly. I felt so sad just watching them. How would it be if I was the one in there, watching photos of me and my friends smiling? In 12 months, we will be the next people in there, sitting on those chairs, climbing up the stage, and receiving diplomas. I thought of how cruel the teachers are. They witness an event like this every year. And every year, they watch the students cry and hug each other while they make them part. And they're used to this scene.

It's sad; I think it's torture. They flash those happy memories while they play sad songs. We, my classmates I'm sitting with and I, all felt so sad. Then we blurted out, "Ayoko nang grumaduate!", and "Magrerepeat na lang ako!". I can't imagine myself leaving III-Feynman behind.

Just recently, we spent a night in a resort.



I'd surely miss our sexy poses by the pool. And..

1. Jeff's frequent "pa-text"
2. Borlan's bags of tempura
3. Caluya roaming around the pool to amuse us with his corny joke
4. Riel's screams when singing in the videoke
5. Mark singing Wowowee in the videoke
6. Dela's poses and clumsy manner of swimming
7. Rabbi's wet hair (LOL)
8. Kuya Jerry's huge body that almost emptied the pool when he jumped in
9. Harvey's struggle [from the boys' clutches] to save himself from being thrown to the deep part of the pool
10. Tolits' hair flip-by-the-pool thingy and frequent "Kanta ka na."
11. Chester's "Alyzza! Turuan mo ko mag-swimming." [which made me so surprised because I couldn't believe that a tall man like him couldn't swim]
12. Miguel taking me to the deep part of the pool



13. Eunice and I singing in duet
14. April practicing swimming in the kiddie pool
15. Elainne teaching me how to float
16. Shara accidentally kicking me when she swims
17. Monique's first kiss! I kissed her in the pool so that she can't escape. (LOL)
18. Effie singing "Marimar" in the videoke
19. Joyce feeding me tempura
20. Gizelle drowning me in the 6-ft deep pool to save herself
21. Patrice racing against me
22. Dianne's swimming lessons with the guys
23. and Karen's splashy flutter kick.




And for the people who missed the swimming. I'll miss you too.

Enjoy your summer, III-Feynman!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Takano Kyouhei

I am in love....with Takano Kyouhei!

I mentioned him before. He's one of the 4 gorgeous men Sunako's aunt called to turn Sunako into a lady. With Sunako, they live in the aunt's mansion. The aunt promised them a free rent in case they succeed. I became so addicted to Wallflower last week because of Kyouhei and of the plot, of course.







Kyouhei has a bitter history, though. His mother never liked him because he looks so good. He looks so good that mobs of girls visit their house and demand to see him. Their phone never stops ringing because of these girls. And love letters come infinitely. The exaggeration seems so unreal [plus, his unreasonable mother] but if you try to think it's real, it would sound sad. LOL. How would you feel like if your own mother doesn't want you around? And, if your own mother can't love you, how could other people do? In addition to that, he always ends up beating his boss. He looks so good that his male bosses are tempted to molest him.

And, he's a snob. Just like Jane Austen's Mr. Darcy.

To make my post longer, I'll add some lines I liked most. ^^

##Only an a**hole would call a girl “ugly”.

That's from Ranmaru. I love him too. Because he looks cool and he's great at seducing women which I found funny. He was once in a relationship with the wife of a member of the Yakuza. LOL.


##
Evil hostess [Sayuri]: Ugly girls should just be ugly. Rot away and die!

Sunako: Such a saintly appearance even though your heart is so twisted. That visage stained with greed which tramples the emotions of others. There’s an appropriate word for women like you. Ugly.

Evil hostess: You’re the one to talk. You’ve never even had a man.

Kyouhei: That’s not true. We have a relationship where we’ve kissed, after all.

One of the billion reasons why I love Kyouhei. LOL.

##No matter what you say to me, I can’t bring myself to hate you. I think you’re a good woman, but I can’t forgive you for calling Sunako-chan ugly!

Baiser (or kiss)-the moment when your hearts and bodies melt in a sweet invitation, an invitation to sweet forbidden fruit, the surrender of a possession beyond worth--

What would you think if I became a one-woman man? It’s unforgivable, right? If I was like that, all the girls in the world would be driven mad with grief, unable to withstand the sorrows in their hearts.

Those are from Ranmaru, too. LOL.

##Ranmaru's fiancee (Tamao): I know you’re not interested in me but…I love you.

His 3 gorgeous friends: Say something, Ranmaru.

What happened to those brilliantly sly lines you’re so good with?

Ranmaru: I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know about love and stuff. I can’t help it.

One of his 3 gorgeous friends: Idiot! Idiot! What are you saying?

Tamao: That’s okay.

Ranmaru: When I’m sure that I love you, I’ll tell you properly.

I love the exchange of lines. Too bad Ranmaru and Tamao's story wasn't given a proper ending.

##Nakahara Sunako! You idiot! Why are you doing this? You’d better snap out of this. Will a mannequin put band aids on you? Will it make congee for you? Will it cry for you?

This makes me drool. LOL. When Sunako's anatomical model was kidnapped, she fell ill. So the 4 gorgeous men took care of her. (Kyouhei cried for her! ^^)

##Evil girls who kidnapped Hiroshi (the anatomical model): Bring Kyouhei and we’ll give the mannequin back.

Sunako: I can’t do that.

Sunako loves her Hiroshi so much. She never cared about anything except her non-living friends esp. Hiroshi. She could allow anyone to die just to keep Hiroshi safe and happy. And it's touching [for Kyouhei] to be chosen over Hiroshi, the only thing Sunako loves [besides her aunt and her parents].

##Kyouhei: Hey, you lot. I’m here like you wanted. Give the mannequin back to her.

Evil girls who kidnapped Hiroshi: Wait, not yet! Not yet! You need to come to our room.

Kyouhei: Fine.

No need to explain. This was also where Sunako first thanked Kyouhei.

##Dazzling creature, please come back. Please come back for this special fried shrimp.

When Sunako told Kyouhei, "I don't want to be near a dazzling creature", he ran away from the mansion. Sunako gets nosebleeds each time she sees a dazzling creature/gorgeous person.

##A lady shouldn’t let anyone see her tears. They’re more beautiful than any jewel. You understand?

A thing I learned from Sunako's aunt.

##Sunako: Going to a party and whatnot...I’ll just embarrass Oba-chan since I’m ugly.

Kyouhei: I don’t think so. When will you realize that? No one thinks you’re ugly. You are a bit scary though.


I didn't find the ending satisfying, though. Even if I find it okay that Sunako didn't turn into a lady. It's just missing something I can't put into words. I demand a second season! LOL.

Nun

We performed the last act of Hamlet last Monday. I wasn't given a major role though, I was just a nun in Ophelia's funeral procession so this post won't be about the play. LOL.

Leizle gave me the nun's clothes which made me so excited. I love dress-ups! I love roleplaying. I love wearing costumes. So I examined the costume and felt surprised [and touched] because she even made me a nun's headdress. She helped me put the headdress on, unfortunately, I don't want it on. You certainly know how a nun looks like with her veil on. I hate having my hair put away from my face. I mean, I need bangs. Not that I'm an emo; I just feel uncomfortable without the feeling that I have my hair on. So, I immediately removed it.

I haven't seen myself wearing it because I can't find a mirror. But I tried wearing it again. Then, Chester came and pointed at me then laughed. Gah! Doesn't he know that it took a lot of courage for me to wear it?! Shara did the same. I removed it at that moment. But I needed to wear it. I will look like a member of a satanic cult without it on. Besides, it's the best way to show that I'm playing as a nun. And, it would make Leizle's efforts go to waste.

Just then, Miguel came and forced me to wear it. I refused and explained why. I also added the humiliation Chester and Shara caused. LOL. Unfortunately, I didn't convince him. I asked him to buy me a statement shirt from Penshoppe in exchange of wearing the veil. He jokingly agreed. Tolits came next, he asked me put it on so he could judge it. Still, I refused and explained everything again. Then, I noticed I'm starting to sound like Sunako-chan from Wallflower.

Sunako-chan never worried about her appearance since the man she liked told her, "I hate ugly girls." She began to turn her back on making herself look good and live in the dark with human organs soaked in formalin. So, her aunt called for 4 gorgeous men to turn Sunako into a lady. It took these 4 gorgeous men to make Sunako get used to wear a dress. Spoiler: She didn't become a lady, anyway.

Going back, I finally agreed to wear the veil. But, it only took 2 men to make me wear it. After some pleading to allow me to show some bangs, they finally agreed. The play went fine, BTW. Thanks to the characters+the directors.

Chester talked to me after some time. He said I looked funny because the costume didn't suit me. He commented that I looked so innocent with it on and that I really looked like a nun which made me sooo un-me. I felt relieved about that. What matters to me is that I looked okay and that I played my role well.

I didn't want to sound like Sunako. I didn't want to stop my world from spinning just because a guy said I looked funny in nun clothes. [Wah. This sounds so funny. LOL.] Even if he was my true love [LOL. I don't love Chester, BTW.]. Let's not be a hopeless romantic. It's never right to hide in the dark just because a guy you love so much called you 'ugly'.

Anyway, this post is supposed to be about my love for Takano Kyouhei. LOL. I'll just introduce him later.

tolits! penge pics. ^^

Friday, March 14, 2008

Daggers



I was so furious about this certain thing at school it made me think the most random, evil, violent, bloody, unforgivable thoughts.

Note: Nemesis is unleashed!

Sitting on the stairs with my classmates, I suddenly blurted, "May future na 'ko!" Then they asked me what the future I'm thinking about was. "I want to be a professional assassin."

Eunice and I started talking about how fruitful that career will be, I mean, being able to avenge victims of injustice (This reminds of "V for Vendetta". But being V is way too serious for me. I prefer "The Bride" from Kill Bill. Because she's a girl and she's violent. And it's not the government she directly destroys. Plus, she uses a katana, the sword she used to slice the top of Lucy Liu's head.) And to take revenge on all those people. Our talk reached the type of weapons we prefer. I want daggers. I don't want guns for they are too earsplitting and modern. Besides, it takes a lot of maintenance, reloading bullets. I prefer using daggers because they pierce the skin. Yes, bullets do pierce the skin but it's better if you use your own hands and power to pierce. Swords are too heavy to carry and too difficult to hide.

I made a research about daggers. And I liked the stilettos.

A stiletto is a short knife or dagger, with a long slender blade of various designs. This dagger is primarily a stabbing weapon, its narrow shape ending in a rigid pointed end allows it to penetrate deeply. (Wikipedia)

I liked it because it's long and slender. And it's for stabbing. Not just for defense like the main gauche.



Anyway, all of these shall remain as Nemesis' thoughts. My alter ego. It's impossible for me to be an assassin. Because I wouldn't want to spend my life hiding, plotting assassinations, shining my daggers, or learning the art of murdering, if it does exist. And even if a University for Assassins does exist, I still wouldn't want to go there. Even it offers scholarships and stuff. Or even if there really is a Deadly Viper Assassination Squad that offers $400,000 for each man assassinated. Because I believe that karma has its own judgment. I repeat, KARMA HAS ITS OWN JUDGMENT.

But I would be very happy to own one. See this.

Links:
http://www.medieval-weaponry.co.uk/
http://en.wikipedia.org/
http://www.darksword-armory.com/
http://www.artemar.es/

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

The Deities Are Back

Due to some reasons, our classes today were scheduled at 1pm which meant that I spent the whole morning in our house!

I was happy to learn that until 7am this morning. I woke to read my text messages then I heard weird songs from outside my room. The sounds were vague and I was still too sleepy to see what was outside so I slept again, thinking that maybe I was just imagining things.

I woke again at around 9am. It was already late--I still needed to do my Filipino homework--so I decided to get up. And I noticed that the weird songs I heard earlier were still playing. So I went out to see where the weird songs were coming from. I was surprised to see two people--whom my mom had invited--singing in front of the altar.

I thought that they would be gone. The sculpture of Lady Fatima, which my mom and her friends are praying the novena to two weeks ago, was long gone. So I thought that they would never be coming back.

Click here to know how my sister's night went during the last night of the sculpture in our house. I hated being forced to do this and that with my mom's friends. I hated it so bad that I made up lame excuses just to skip those nights. Actually, I only did that once which made me miss my sister's encounter with the deities. Also, I promised myself that if I was forced to pray the rosary again--which always made me cry, I'd cut my wrists. LOL. That was how I hated being forced to do things I don't like. Not that I'm an atheist. I believe in God. I believe that there is a God. And I have my own ways of showing it. I used to stop by the church to pray after school. And when I pray, I pray in the church. I pray so solemn that I cry. I can't even remember a time when I prayed in there that I didn't cry. The church is where I pray, I confess, and I repent. Aside from that, I believe that by simply showing kindness to the beings God made is a sign of fearing Him. And I know that He knows it. Because He is God.

My sister once told me that she will never return home, after her encounter with the deities, which is found when you click the link above. It scared me, honestly. I mean, who will believe me when all those people tell lies about me? My mom believes what those people say. But I believe what my sister says. Thankfully, I haven't had an encounter with them yet like my sister had.

Anyway, I left for school at around 12 noon, leaving my mom and her friends behind. BTW, 3-4 people came to sing too at around 11am.

And after spending 5 hours at school, I'm finally back home. And I was SO surprised to see them still singing. And my mom even asked me to pay respects to them, which I obediently did for I hate to argue. It won't be so hard, anyway.

The worst part is that she does not have time to tell the maids to give me a good meal yet she has time to offer the paranormal beings food. She knows that I hate eating the same things. So I was forced to skip lunch.

To my sister Angel, be quiet about this, okay?