To Be And Not To Be

By Ralph Niere

Delusions are always more believable than reality. Ironically, no matter how sensible and factual the latter is, it seems less believable than what its negation is – delusion. Delusions are, most of the time, what we want them to be. If not, they willingly morph into what we want them to be. When they become what we want them to be, they continue to be what we want them to be, until we do not want them to be that anymore. Delusions are what we want, become what we want and continue to be what we want. And so, they are wrongly taunted to be what they are not – reality.


Such fact is nothing but utter stupidity. Delusions can never become real. They are inanimate illusions of the idle. They are the shallow daydreams of the uninspired. And, they are pointless imaginations of the exhausted. Delusions are not real because they stay in the deepest portals of the mind. And, what stays in the deepest portals of the mind stays in the deepest portals of the mind, otherwise, they become real.


Stop laboring under these unreal delusions because they intoxicate us. We need to be the real world that controls the present. We need to be the real world that each one of us sees outside our doors. We need to wake up, act and be what we want to be. We need to be the testaments of reality because we were, are and always will be what is real, in the first sense.

 

So Long, Superman

By Ralph Niere

"True Superheroes are those who live even after their death."



A Biography of the Chemical Element Krypton


"Stronger than steel, faster than a speeding bullet..." or "It's a bird; it's a plane..." so as the famous dialogues go from he famous superhero-story entitled Superman. But, however strong and mighty he is, he has a weakness. Not even his super strength, or his flight, or his x-ray vision, or his optic lasers can thrash, evade, anticipate, and destroy the radiating power of a pinch of Kryptonite.

And here is our star, the Earthly cousin of Superman's only Achille's heel - Krypton. However, Krypton is not as bad and as villainy as you might have imagined.

Following the tradition, let us start the epic with our new star's birth. Actually how he came to Earth is a mysterious unknown. However, legend says that he was discovered by a man and a woman in a farm aboard a circular vessel (hmm... sounds familiar). The man was sir William Ramsay. The start of Kryopton's universal fame began on May 30, 1898. It sounds like a good start for a unique superhero, isn't it?

However, unlike his comical counterpart, he is white, powderish, and not radioactive (boring...). He may be boring sometimes, but not always. Let's take a look at his powers. Well, when angered especially when mocked with criticisms, he lights up (that's it?). Well, you just wait. When he lights up, he creates plasma - the fourth state of matter! In addition to its already marvelous abilities, he can also allow electric current to pass through him without hurting himself to make his light brighter and stronger. Beat that Superman!

In terms of nobility in the social ladder, which Superman almost failed to oversee its significance, our star, Krypton, did not underestimate it's importance. He is the "leader" of the noble class. Because of him, bright signs, like those in Las Vegas, exist. Together with his partner, Neon, the dark night brightens up. Because of them, fluorescent lamps are created. Without him and his business mate, pitch black should have cloaked our planet. This is why Krypton is the boss.

Like all superheroes, Krypton has rivals - most of them belong to the noble class where only Neon is loyal to him. Take for example Helium, the oldest noble. He is only one step behind Krypton. By the way he can fly, and can make things float in mid air, too. He is responsible for rockets, airplanes and air balloons. Another is Argon. He is the brawny type. He is the most popular of all nobles because of his convincing personality. Lastly, there is Xenon. She is the smart, strict and formal type. Of course, none of them could beat Krypton; he is the ultimate superhero in his generation.

Like all superheroes, Krypton has...you know, Louis Lane, Mary Jane, Batgirl, Betty Banner, Jean Grey. Our superhero's love interest is Fluorine. Maybe, it is because only she can adapt to the personality of Krypton. No other woman, metal or non-metal, can be paired effectively (and quite peacefully) with Krypton. She possesses Louis' intelligence, Batgirl's strength and Jean Grey's charm. Good for him, he found the woman of his life.

Krypton 's life was not that comfortable and peaceful as one might have thought. He experienced quarrels, arguments and even fights. His fellow businessmen were always on the look out for opportunities of promotion. Since they found none, they tried to stain his pure personality. Again, finding this feeble attempt futile, they hired Iron to do the dirty job. But, as lead superheroes always do, Krypton's ultra-luminous-plasmic-ray melted the iniquitous Iron. Some aspiring losers even took away Fluorine. One of them is Sodium. You could not imagine how angry Krypton was back then; the Earth was like one kilometer away from the Sun! Despite all the frail and pathetic attempts, Krypton still is the ultimate superhero of his time.

Take note, Krypton is a superhero, not a god. He has a weakness. This weakness makes him unforgettable. Yes, unforgettable. One day, the villains abducted his whole family and friends. Sir William Ramsay, Flourine, his child Krypton difluoride, even Neon. That time, the adversary was strong and advantageous in quantity. All they ask was for Krypton to try and save his family and friend. They wanted to witness "the Krypton" fail. And in the struggle, Krypton, sadly, failed. He tried to save Fluorine but the combined powers of Helium, Argon and Xenon hit him and his frail body fell to the ground. Fluorine watched the eyes of Krypton... light fading away.

As the kaleidoscopes shades twirl and swirl, sadness turned to joy. Krypton's body might be dead and gone, but his memories and contributions are warm and alive in the environment he left. Without him, fluorescent lamps, street signs and bright advertisement do not exist and shine amidst the night sky. That is a true superhero, someone who is alive and active even after his death - and no other superhero achieved that ultimate end.
 

Nicholas Was...

By Ralph Niere
-Smoke and Mirrors
Neil Gaiman


...older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child int he world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.



 

For Perfection, Retreat!

By Ralph Niere


(My project in English IV

Didactic Essay)



A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials. Truly, perfection can only be achieved within the boundaries of surmounting predicaments. To do that, man usually stands firm – never shaken. He usually deals with trials head on without further ado. He usually struggles and never gives up in spite of the paucity of the tribulation. These are what man usually does. Consequently, though, man also usually gets tired and weary in the long run. In facing trials, therefore, it is necessary for man to stop and retreat – to listen, to reflect and to be himself.


Primarily, to conquer tribulations, one needs silence. He needs to relax, meditate and listen to heed his inner voice. Through the silence of the heart, one is relaxed and can reflect properly. Through the silence of the mind, one is meditating and can think efficiently. Through the silence of the mouth, one listens and can establish himself efficiently. Silence prepares one to reflect and be he. Through the silence of the heart, mind and mouth, man trains himself.


Secondly, to overcome trials, one needs to reflect. One needs to know his own self. Amidst tribulations, one must know what he wants to happen. He must also know his strengths. Consequently, he must know his weaknesses. Reflection helps man visualize his destination, nourish his strengths and minimize his weaknesses. Through reflection, one knows and is not afraid of who he is.


Lastly, to prevail over predicaments, he must not pretend. After knowing himself, one needs to live by by who he is, no matter how others try to make him be someone else. He must not only know his wants, but also keep his composure and aim to what he wants to reach. He must not only recognize his strengths, but also manipulate them. He must not only realize his weaknesses, but also accept them and try to nullify them. Being his true self entails him to be focused to his destination, manipulative of his strengths and cagey on his weaknesses. Thus, it is easier to prevail against predicaments.


A retreat helps someone overcome their problems; that is why one needs to have a retreat. After preparing, knowing and being himself, man can surmount all his trials, predicaments and tribulations. Silence prepares one’s heart, mind and mouth to his challenges. Reflection brings the realization of who one really is – his dreams, his strengths and his weaknesses. Being oneself is being focused, manipulative and cagey. Silence, reflection and being oneself, together, lift man to triumph over his challenges. And, like polished silver, a man who retreats, surmounts his trials and later blooms towards shimmering perfection.

 

Quo Vadis? Where To, Now?

By Ralph Niere
Towards Where I Truly Belong
"Goodbye may seem foreve;
Farewell is like the end,
But in our hearts are the memories
And there, you will always be."

From every end comes a new beginning. As my high school life comes to an end, a new chapter of my life begins. After all the hassles and the dazzles, I am at my own happy ending. Like a rushing river nearing its mouth, I am finally ready to face the much wider and broader ocean. Like an eagle in its first journey, I can finally fly and reach my own zenith. Still, the amaranthine values that have molded me in high school, I will nurture. To finally reach the zenith of my hope and aspirations, I must nourish my faith, build excellence and develop service...and I will.

To draw my dreams in reach, I must nourish my faith. In this next chapter, I must and will be somewhere where I can nourish my faith in God, faith in others and faith in myself. With faith in God, I will never be thirsty of hope. With faith in others, I will always know that I’m not alone. With faith in myself, I will never break down and give up effortlessly. With nourished faith, I will always prevail over predicaments. Then, my life will soon reach a happy ending in a classic fairytale.

I can even draw the zenith nearer with excellence. I must and will be somewhere where the best of me will blossom through prudent decisions, diligent actions and fortified assertions in life. With prudent decisions, what matters to me will be the future and the present, not so much about the past. With diligent actions, slowly but surely, I can reach my goals leading to success. With fortified assertions in life, I will be able to take a strong and confident stand on what I believe. Through these, the best of me will blossom and I will be competent in facing the vast real world. From the narrow banks of a brook, I have become a rushing river drawing closer and closer to its mouth and finally, the vast ocean.

Ultimately, to be on the zenith, I, at last, must develop service. I must and will be somewhere where I will be of use to others. I will be somewhere where my faith and excellence will not be wasted. I will be somewhere where I can influence and nurture others’ faith. I will be somewhere where I can serve my excellence and bring out the best of others. I will be somewhere…somewhere where the meaning of life is fully revealed. I will fly and soar towards the zenith where I truly belong.

As my mission in life, I will nurture my faith, build my excellence and develop service. I will dash towards my own happy ending. I will face the world being the best of who I am. Finally, I will fly and soar towards where I am truly destined to be. These, I must do; and, these I shall.

 

Lovingly Written, 12-15-22-5

By Ralph Niere
(This is my project in
English about
my philosophy on love.)

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments.
Love is not love which alters when
alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:
O no!
it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests
and is never shaken…”
William Shakespeare





Love

Love. Just love. It is the best thing we have. It is the best thing we can give. It is the best thing we can receive. Love is the best. So, love.

Love. Yes, love. Time may pass but love will last. Reason may vanish but love is ever-present. Death always ends; love always begins. Love is unchanging, awkward; most importantly, love is life. So, love.


Love is Unchanging

Love is unchanging. It is everlasting. When you love, that love will never vanish. It will grow stronger, but never weaker. It will always win, but will never lose. Love will never change. Or else, it is not love at all.

Indeed, love is unchanging. If the love you have changes as what you love changes, what you have is not actually love; it is admiration. True love never morphs into another for it never “alters when alteration finds.” It will never vanish for it does not “bend with the remover to remove.” It is strong for it can “look on tempests and will never be shaken.” Nothing can impede love. Love is strong and unchanging.


Love is Awkward

In as much as love is unchanging, it is also awkward. It is awkward in the sense that it is unreasonable and by being unreasonable it becomes unconditional. There is no reason why we have love, yet we have love. There is no reason why we give love, yet we love. There is no reason why we receive love, yet we are loved. We love not because of actions, appearances and words because these three are bordered by death; we love and are loved because…there is love. There is no reason for love for there is just love.

Indeed, love has no reason. If you love and you are loved because you and your lover have reasons, what you have is admiration only – not love. There is no reason to love because everyone deserves to be loved, even our enemies. There is no reason to love because reason tends to change everything and love is unchangeable. “Love has no reason in which reason knows not of.” Love is unreasonable – awkward.


Love is Life

Ultimately, love is life itself. Conversely, life is love. We live because we love. We love because we live. Love makes us live. Life makes us love. Love and life are one. Love is life.

Love is the entirety of life. It embraces the whole of life – everything. Love prevails in life. It even prevails after death. We can love even if what or who we love is dead. From birth, to school, to work, to old age, to death, beyond…love. “Where there is love; there is life.”


Love and Life

Loving is the sign that we live. In the same sense, Living is the sign that we love. In the course of our lives, we love things, events, our pets, our families, persons, etc. and these give us the reason to live. In the same way, we live first for our own selves and then, recognizing that life is dreary with only ourselves, we give our lives for others – by loving them. We love as long as we live. We live as long as we love because love is life.

Indeed, love is the best. Nothing is better than love. Love is unchanging. Love is awkward. Finally, love is life – everything. Love is strong and it embraces all. Love is…everything.

Love. Live. It is the best thing we can ever have. It is the best thing we have given. It is the best thing we have received. Love is the best because it is life. So, love. And therefore, live.


Happy Valentines!

 

Just One Game of Chess

By Ralph Niere

Life is a chess game. It is a battle. Either, we plan our moves meticulously and wait for the right time to strike. Or, we show off our greatest weapons, our queens, to terrorize our opponents. Or, we gamble and hope that fate has something great in store for us. Whether we plan our attacks, or we inflict fear to our enemies or we take risks, our dream to achieve is to win. That is life – a chess game.

Winning a game of chess is impossible if you only have one piece – the king of course. In one’s chess game, he is the king and he alone cannot survive. He must trust his controlling player because the king does not control the game; the player does. He must also take risks, utilize chances and find opportunities as the pieces move across the board. Finally, he must rely on his controlled hatred which may strengthen his will to win over his opponent. Trusting, being cunning and hating are needed to win. That is why a person alone cannot survive.

Life is a chess game. In life, we are in a battle. Sometimes, we lean our lives to the player who plans every change on the chess board. Or at times, we take risks and seize advantage on what fate brings. Or often, we are aggressive because our hatred strengthens our desire to survive. Strong faith, strange fate and stark but controlled hate might save us from damnation. Our faith, fate and hatred can spell victory.

Ben-hur: A Tale of Christ stars a “king”, Judah Ben-hur, who is winning in his chess game. From royalty, to slavery and royalty, his faith, fate and hatred did not falter. From being a noble-blood to being a prisoner, his faith to God and his people remain, although not completely, intact. His unusual fate lifts him from almost every danger. His hatred towards his nemesis is overwhelmingly strong that it urges him to really win. Like a noble king in a chess game, Judah Ben-hur becomes the victor because of his faith, fate and hatred.

Ironically, Judah Ben-hur’s faith to God and to his people is tremendously strong during his hardships as an oarsman but falters a little when his situation is better. In the end, though, he has restored his faith. Generally, his faith is strong. First, he refuses to give the names of the Jewish rebels to his best friend, Messalah. Near the end, the strength of his faith radiates when he carried his leper sister to Jesus to be healed together with his mother. On one account, as a dehydrated prisoner, Ben-hur marches along Jerusalem and he drinks from the water Jesus has given him. These accounts exemplify the strong faith of Ben-hur.

Ben-hur’s strong faith saved him from total destruction. Without his faith, he would not be the winner. If he babbled the names of the rebels, his people would have been imprisoned and punished. If he did not believed that Jesus can heal his mother and sister, they would have not been healed. If he refused to drink the water of Jesus, his will to win would have been weakened. If his faith is lost entirely, he would have been destroyed. His strong faith made him strong and he won.

Aside from his strong faith, Ben-hur is saved because of his strange fate. His fate is not of the ordinary. Once, he was a man of robes and jewels and next, he is a prisoner with only a patch of old cloth and then, he ended up with his robes becoming purple. He was first a respected noble, then a prisoner, then a savior, then a royal-blood, then a charioteer and then a believer. Not everyone could be a noble, then turns out a prisoner, then a savior, then a royal-blood, then a charioteer and finally a believer. However, Ben-hur is such. His fate is odd.

For some reason, fate is on Ben-hur’s side. All the time, it seems as though fate is making things easier for Ben-hur. Of all the places they could pass, why did they go by where Jesus lives? Also, without knowing, he wandered into a place and met a sheik who is in need of a charioteer. Incidentally, Esther passed by the people who are listening to Jesus’ sermon. Those things do not happen normally; those are coincidences. Indeed, Ben-hur’s fate is strange.

Ben-hur’s strange fate saved him. It helped him overcome his obstacles. Had Ben-hur and the other prisoners not passed by Jesus, Ben-hur would have not satisfied his thirst physically and spiritually. Had Ben-hur not met the sheik, he would have been unable to win the chariot race. Had Esther not wandered where Jesus was giving His sermon, Ben-hur’s mother and sister would not have been healed. His quenching of his thirst, the rejuvenation of his hope, winning the race and the healing of his mother and sister made him the winner. His fate made him win.

Along with Judah Ben-hur’s faith and fate, his stark hatred also saved him. Hatred alone, though, did not save him. What saved him is that his hatred is controlled by his faith and it was in the right moment. His hatred was so severe that it urged him to win. It kept him focused towards his goal. His hatred gave him all the reasons to continue struggling and never give up. Controlled by faith and complemented by fate, his hatred made him the winner.

Judah Ben-hur’s hatred saved him because it was overwhelmingly strong and reasonable. Messalah gave Ben-hur all the reason to hate him. His greediness and pride angered Ben-hur. His unreasonable condemnation of Ben-hur’s family angered Judah. His vengeful heart made Ben-hur seek revenge. Messalah hated Ben-hur, too, but unlike him, Ben-hur’s hatred is reasonable. Hatred coupled with reasons is a strong weapon in achieving victory.

With only his faith and fate, Ben-hur would not survive. He needed his controlled hatred to win. As he watched his place dominated by Romans, his hatred kept him focused on where to stand. As he rowed the ship as a prisoner, his hatred urges him to keep on going. As he drove the four horses along the elliptical arena, his hatred kept squealing at him to never to give up. Without his hatred he would not have been focused, strong and hopeful. His faith-controlled and fate-complemented hatred made him win.

Judah Ben-hur became the victor because of his strong faith, strange fate and stark hate. These three made him strong, cunning and focused. His faith made him hopeful he would win. His strange fate challenges him to be cunning to find opportunities in every moment of his life. His hatred made him focused towards his goal and he never dashed astray. All throughout, his faith, fate and hatred never let him down. These three made him the victor of his chess game.

Winning his chess game would have been impossible if he only struggled alone. In his own chess game, he is the king and the king alone versus sixteen other pieces could never win. Ben-hur won because he trusted his controlling player and admits that he does not control the game. He also took risks, utilized chances and found opportunities as the face of the chess board changes. He, further, relied on his controlled hatred which gave him will to win. By trusting, being cunning and hating, he defeated his enemy. This is how Ben-hur won.

Indeed, life is a chess game. It is only between winning and losing. To win, one must plan his moves scrupulously and when the right time comes, strike. One must inflict terror to his enemy by being aggressive. Finally, one must also gamble and take risks to win. One must be like Ben-hur. Because no matter how we deny it or how we hide it, our greatest desire is to win – checkmate.
 

On Illogicality and Insensibility

By Ralph Niere
"This is a critical analysis
of the movie 'The Little Prince'
which is our project in English"


Just like when Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit, grown-ups often devour their common sense and logical judgment. They are, at times, senseless and illogical. For them, to see is to believe. Worse, they are unable to see what is supposed to be seen. Worst, they do not know and understand that they are partially blind to things that matters most. What makes an adult senseless and illogical is their habit of believing what they can only see and not knowing what is supposed to be understood. Logical judgment and common sense are uncommon to adults.

Unlike adults, children are sensible and logical. In the novelette, the Little Prince shows how sensible and logical he is. On Earth and other planets, he found out that he can see beyond what grown-ups can see. Although the Little Prince is bewildered by the oddity of grown-ups he met, the Little Prince understands perfectly why adults are senseless and illogical. Later, he learned from the fox, his friend on Earth that what is essential is invisible to the naked eye. Through his adventures, the Little Prince discovers what children have that adults do not have. The Little Prince is sensible and logical, unlike adults.

Before he came to Earth, the Little Prince journeyed on different planets with different inhabitants. However, these inhabitants are the same in one thing – their insensibility and illogicality. On the first planet he met the king who ruled everything, but it turns out he ruled nothing. On the other planet is where the tippler lives, who drinks so he can forget his problem – being a drunkard. The most dominant of all is the creature on the third planet – the businessman, who busies himself on what he owns even if he is of no use to his possessions. Every inhabitant of every planet indulges deeply on meaningless pursuits. The Little Prince is astonished on how senseless and illogical they are.

After the Little Prince travelled on the different planets, he arrived on Earth, where he encountered adults; most of them are not sensible and logical. First, there were the people who travel to far-flung places and then go back again wasting time, money and energy. Second, there was the pilot who busies himself on repairing his crashed plane. Last, there was the merchant who invented and sells pills to quench thirst and can save a lot of time. Adults on Earth focus more on what they see and what they assume they would see with their naked eyes. Unfortunately, this makes them senseless and illogical.

Generally, adults become senseless and illogical because they only believe on what they can see and what they think they would see. Had the tippler seen that a mistake cannot correct another mistake, he would have made sense. Had the businessman saw that he is of no use to the stars and the stars have no use to him, he would have been sensible. Had the travelling people on Earth saw that they have achieved nothing by travelling, they would have had achieved something. Had the tippler, the businessman, the travelling people and the others used their common sense and logical thinking, they would have been sensible and logical. What is essential is invisible to the naked eye.

The setting of the story plays an important role by reflecting what the main theme says. What we see is not always what is important. The main setting is on the desert where humans are unlikely to survive because, as one would see, of the vastness of the sand. However, the invisible friendship that the pilot and the Little Prince established lived and even grew because of the desert. On the other hand, the time when the story happened is indefinable, thus, the theme of the story knows no time. The setting is one of the crucial factors as foundations of the theme.


Another crucial factor is the plot of the story. The plot really begins on the second chapter where the pilot, after his plane crashed, met the Little Prince. From then on, even though it is marked with flashbacks where the Little Prince narrated his past adventures to the pilot, the story can be easily followed. The plot is then starting to rise as the Little Prince travel from one planet to the other, as he meets unique creatures until he finally met the fox who shared with him a secret. The climax of the story is the time then the Little Prince realizes that he has to fulfill his responsibility to his rose and that he has to go home. After that, there was the brief falling action when the pilot finally said his farewell to his friend. The end of the novelette is an epilogue.

There are also other elements that contribute to its simplicity which almost every age group can appreciate. The story is in the first person point-of-view. It was originally written in French and is now translated to English where simple and tender words are used. However, behind those simple words are hidden meanings that are making the story appealing. Readers raging from different ages can appreciate this novelette

Another factor that makes the novelette appealing is the symbolisms used. Because they create a sense of mystery, they make the story more alluring to the readers. The different creatures living in the different planets are some of these symbolisms. They represent the different personalities of grown-ups and they emphasize how illogical and senseless they are. Another symbol is the snake which symbolizes the inevitability of death. In addition to those, the Little Prince himself is a representation of an innocent child who can discern more properly than grown-ups. The symbolisms challenge the readers’ mind and making the story alluring and more sophisticated.

Its sophistication is further exemplified by its theme. The theme asserts that the naked eye cannot see things that are essential, only the heart can. As the Little Prince travels from planet to planet, he discovers that the theme of the story is true. The king, the tippler and the businessman see only with the eyes. The travelling people failed to realize that they are accomplishing nothing because they see with the ordinary eyes. The pilot, at one time, became similar to them. All of them are adults. Therefore, the theme further asserts that adults can’t see what is essential making them senseless and illogical.

The whole of the story illustrates the insensibility and illogicality of adults which is the theme. It shows that adults see only with their eyes that is why they lack common sense and logical judgment. The characters, especially the adults, obviously portray how senseless and illogical adults can be by believing only what they see. The setting of the story serves as the place of suffering when the pilot crash landed there, but it became a place of growth after the pilot met the Little Prince. The symbolisms hide essential meanings which could not be seen by the naked eye. The novelette strives to teach the readers not to become senseless and illogical by looking things, not with the eyes, but with the heart.
 

...A Cloud, A Seed and A Puppy

By Ralph Niere
“My life is a hunt for knowledge,
an adventure of service and
a journey yet to unfold.”





Once, my life was a big question. Now, I found the answer. My life is a seed that is thirsty for knowledge and hungry for the light. It is a cloud that is wandering wherever it can go and wondering what it can do. Finally, it is also a lost puppy that is trying to find his way to his master. Three answers to one question. This is my life.

My life was first a thirsty and hungry seed. I thirst for knowledge and I hunger for guidance. I drank from the ever-flowing fountain of knowledge, the books – I was not quenched. I ate from the crunchy and juicy fruits they gave me – I was not filled. Then, I glared at the interesting strangers surrounding me – I smiled; I found not what I was looking for, but something more important – wisdom. Wisdom is knowledge heartily done and willingly shared, way more important than knowledge. Finally, the seed is growing.

Next, my life was a perplexed cloud. I was once flying around and wondering how I should live my life. At times I find myself in total despair because I think my life is just a boring monotony. All I see is blue, sometimes the sun or the moon. It took some time, and then finally, I looked down. There is my purpose. The cloud quickly becomes the rain.

Lastly, my life was and still a lost puppy. I am a puppy that is striving to find its way back to its master. A puppy that is never losing hope to go home – glancing everywhere, sniffing every minute scent of its master, hoping that he could once again hear that voice his ears long to hear. Someday, the puppy will be home and it will wag its tail, happy together with its master.

Such is my life – a seed, a cloud and a puppy. A life governed by excellence, service and faith. It is a seed that is slowly growing into a tree through wisdom. It is a cloud that looks down to the ground and showers the seeds so that it will grow. It is a lost puppy trying whatever it can do to return to his Divine Master and someday it will be home with Him. This is my life. These are the answers to the question.
 

Redeeming an Ephemeral but Amaranthine Beauty

By Ralph Niere
She’s beautiful. She’s just spinning out there wearing her elegant blue robe patched with intrinsic puzzle-like designs. From a distance, she’s the tiny blue dot amidst the great, dark, spotted smoke that almost as if engulfing her. If we look at her from the inside, she’s even more beautiful. She’s filled with an array of creatures swarming all over her. They are very lucky, the creatures – and I’m one of them.

We are very lucky. We are blest with this awesome privilege to marvel at this timeless beauty. Timeless beauty, eternal splendor, immortal magnificence – that’s what she is. However, believe it or not, there will be a moment when she will be gone – when time ends, when eternity vanishes, when immortality dies. The whole universe will mourn after that day. Unlucky are the creatures that live when that will happen! She is all we’ve got. Without her, there is nothing.

The world getting hotter, water becoming warmer, ice melting, diseases infesting everyone, droughts and storms everywhere, I mean, isn’t it obvious? If Titanic would have set its maiden voyage today, it will arrive in New York in no time. Maybe, this is why Santa’s appearing in nowhere when it is Christmas – the North Pole is melting, how can he manage to make all those toys? I will not be surprised if the heads carved on Mount Rushmore will vanish – with all this acid rain! It is very obvious. Something is going on!

Seriously, we are in serious trouble. New problems sprout from this huge, age-old problem. Diseases continue to inflict and terrorize people of any race. Precious time is running out. She needs our help. Once, she was there when we needed her. Now, she needs us as much as we need her. Who are we to abandon her? Together we can help her.

Lately, we have been very proud on our technological advancements. Can’t we use these so-called “advancements” to upgrade those smoke-belching factories, power plants and other infrastructures we have? Can’t we use them to create a machine that can reduce, if not recycle, worn-out materials? Can’t we use our modern technology to help her? Yes we can, of course we can, and yes we will because we should and we must!

Pollution is not the only problem; total starvation is being suffered by many of our fellow individuals. Droughts, which behave like mad dogs unleashed from their cells, bully every square centimeter of land turning it into arid, dehydrated, cracked lumps. If not that, Storms, tornados and hurricanes terrorize every nook and cranny of the planet bringing deadly flash floods, fatal landslides and breath-taking whirlwinds to whomever and whatever comes to their way. Destroying crops and vegetation is what they do best. Can we call this beauty?

As minutes become days and days become months and months become years, she is loosing her beauty. We are almost loosing the majestic mountains of grass or ice towering way over us. With the exotic animals, the vast blue oceans and its treasures are endangered. Even the sophistication of sunrises and sunsets are slowly becoming ordinary. We do not want to loose all these. Maybe the reason of these sluggish fading is that we do not value it anymore.


Why do we set our eyes on the Moon, even on Mars? We did not even share a glimpse on our lovely home. Man has landed on the Moon. He sent space probes to Mars. He sent huge telescopes up in space to take pictures of the universe beyond. What a shame! We did not even notice how the temperature on Earth rises dramatically, how nature is beginning to expose her weaknesses and how flocks of diseases infect almost every living creature on Earth. Are we blind? No, and even if we are, blinds feel what is going on!

For every minute we use to cast our sights to the endless space, we waste important time. Time is running out! We have to do something! Will we wait until the water rises twenty feet? No! We know what to do. We are the wisest creatures in this world. The catch is, someone should always be there to grasp the problem and wave it back and forth right in front of our bulging eyes for us to take action! Are we going to follow the fate of the dinosaurs? No! We can do this. We can save this timeless beauty. We can preserve this eternal splendor. We can resurrect this immortal magnificence so that we and billions of generations after us will be able to savor this privilege we currently marvel.
 

Summer Has Begun - Finally!

By Ralph Niere
Ten months it has been, and now it’s finally, but temporarily, over. Months of hard work and strenuous, mind-bogging activities are done. At last, summer is here! (I’ve been wanting to say that.) Vacation has finally begun, and what a start of summer it was; what an outing it was! The carefree aroma of the beach, the ever-changing music of the ocean and the kaleidoscopic scenery of variegated people made me forget those ten months at school. The start of summer was amazing.



The whole of our section joined this outing. And, I believe that the delight was felt not only by me but by all of us who joined it. We took pleasure in the different but never separate ways. Some immediately carelessly immersed themselves in the crystal bluish-white waters of the ocean. Some enjoyed themselves by hitting and smashing balls over the net. Some, particularly me, satisfy themselves by consuming just a little bit of the food. Some gave themselves pictorials and, click here, click there, getting pictures everywhere. Still, some just let their eyes wander anywhere getting the pleasure of the relaxing scenery surrounding them. Isn’t that great or what!

Honestly, that was my first outing ever, but, wow, that was enjoying. The smiles carved in all of our faces were infectious; somehow, you will smile too. I also smiled when I saw our section so united it made my heart leap. I never dreamed the outing would be like this; I never knew outings are this important. Because of this outing, our hard works are being paid off. Because of this outing, the end of the school year and the start of summer became memorable and unforgettable. Most importantly, because of this outing, we are one.

 

A Junior Me - The Last Days

By Ralph Niere
I can't believe how fast time goes! It seems as though I have just written a post here entitled "A Junior Me". As I transformed from a sophomore to a junior, changes bombarded my life as a student. From this short period of time as a junior, so many things happened, be it positive, negative, sad or happy. And now, I am almost a junior no more.

Let me reminisce my life as a junior student. Way back from the first day of classes (which seems just a tick of a clock), my insides leaped when I found out that I had the same classmates. I could not imagine the happiness of being one again and the reality that I will be seeing and meeting the same faces for another ten months! A lot of new teachers are here, too. Moreover, there are also two new sisters. I could still clearly remember the whole first day.

All memories are not that enjoying though, but each really does teach a lesson or two. I could still remember the day when I lost my laboratory manual. I mean, how can I be able to do the procedures and experiments without the manual! That is not to mention when I forgot to bring my project the day before the exams, and that day is the signing-of-admission-cards day! I could also remember the time when our adviser told us that we will have no Christmas Party - that was a hard blow. No matter how we convince, even beg him, he will still not join the party. He was disappointed at us because we kept on changing our minds and we had several wrongdoings back then. Fortunately, for every dilemma, we learned our lessons and we tried our best to remember them.

Aside from those trying times, I also experienced enjoying moments, as though I am not at school at all. I could recall the smiles painted and carved on everyone's face whenever a monthly activity is going to happen. I don't know, but contests give a certain feeling that makes us happy and excited. It gives us a wonderful feeling to try our best to enjoy and win. I even won first place on a poem writing contest once. I can also remember the day we journeyed to the city to witness a musical drama by the Rogationist Seminarians in Ayala Center Cebu.The fact that almost all juniors were there overwhelms us. So many more nice memories happened - I could not even understand how they all fit in such a short time.

Sometimes I ask myself, "Why do good things have to end? And, why is it very hard to end?" I admit, until now, i can't believe I am nearing the end of my junior years. How could that be? However, all of us have to continue on our ways, as time flows endlessly and through eternity. I am almost a senior. Hey, wait just a minute and maybe I am going to graduate after that!
 

The Phantom of the Opera: Who is the Real Antagonist?

By Ralph Niere



The enthralling love-triangle story of the Phantom of the Opera shows us what love can do and what power it holds. Aside from its very naturalistic theme, a number of us are shrouded with confusions as to who is the real antagonist. Is it the so-called "Opera Ghost", or Raoul?




Before coming up with the antagonist, I think its rightful for us to discover the protagonist. There are various sides and different angles on the story. However, I think its suitable to say that the whole story is about the Phantom, or Erik, his real name. Even the title of the story is Erik's alias. In addition to that, the whole story narrates his life, how he lived in the dark, damp and gloomy catacombs below the opera, how he lived his life being called "Phantom" and "Ghost" and how he fell in love with Christine Daae. Since the story is about Erik, we can finally reach the conclusion that he is the protagonist.




Erik is the protagonist, who is the antagonist? The antagonist is the one who opposes the protagonist. He is usually the one who causes the protagonist some trouble and strifes. In the story, the one who opposes Erik is Raoul, Vichomte di Chagny. By saying that Raoul is the antagonist, I am not saying that he is delinquent, iniquituos and insensitive of Erik's love for Christine. I am stressing that by opposing the main character, he made himself the antagonist.




This is just one of the many masks of the story being uncovered. There are still many mysteries that are waiting to be unraveled. This is why The Phantom of the Opera is different from other stories. This musical tragedy coupled with its teeming mysteries, challenged the minds and touched the hearts of several people - movie-goers and music-lovers alike.
 

The Christmas Tree

By Ralph Niere

I have come to know of a family that is almost perfect. The parents have a stable job. The kids, although they have obvious differences, are well-grown and are good at almost everything especially at school. The family is almost perfect - almost. The only thing is, the family is not that close. They seldom talk and they seldom go out together. Their family bond is not that tight, that is why frequent misunderstandings uproot.

One of those misunderstandings happened at the third Sunday of Advent. It was almost Christmas. The family was preparing their house for this once-in-a-year celebration. The mother, who is always talkative, said, " Let us buy a new Christmas tree, since our old one is a small and worn out. A bigger tree will be better. However, I don't have the time to go to the mall." She then asked her husband if he has time to go to the mall. The father, who is very thrifty, responsible and diligent said, "Maybe I can manage to go inside the mall for a few minutes before my appointment will start tomorrow."

And indeed, the father had time to buy a new Christmas Tree. However, it was a bit small, like the old one, because he doesn't have any more time to look for another one. So, he carried it until he came to his office.

When he got home and showed the Christmas Tree to his wife, his wife, apparently shocked at the size of the Tree, not thinking what she will do, exclaimed, " Why is this as short as the old one! I said to buy a bigger Tree!" " Do you know how much burden is that tree when I carried it from that mall to my office!", the father replied in a loud, cold voice. " And do you stop to think at how much money will it cost us to buy that big Tree? You don't stop to think first, that's your problem! You always talk ill to me whenever I made a mistake. It's like I'm not part of the family! Do you want me to get out of this house!"

The mother apologized to his husband who stormed into the room. However, the husband would not talk. So, the mother unwrapped the Christmas Tree, let it stand and decorated it. She later came back to her husband and said in a soft, gentle voice that seemed impossible for her to utter, " I decorated the Tree. It is very nice now." " Do you think I will like that Tree now? That tree symbolizes how you made me feel like a servant.", the father said while walking to his son's room and slept there.

It was indeed a very sad situation. The parents were quarelling. And what's worse? It is only about a tiny Christmas Tree. Where would the spirit of Christmas wander after that dispute? Christmas is the season for giving and forgiving. If the parents would forgive each other, their Christmas will be the most beautiful Christmas ever because Christmas is all about forgiving. The gift of peace and acceptance would be the nicest gift you could give. And the Christmas Tree? It will not be a symbol of dispute but a symbol of forgiveness which is what it really symbolizes - God's forgiving heart. Shiny balls, dazzling mistletoes and large gifts wrapped with silver and gold do not make a great and grand Christmas Tree! Being a witness of how forgiveness prevails in a home makes it a one-of-a-kind Christmas Tree.

I think the parents' misunderstanding is an opportunity. An oppotunity for them to be closer. An opportunity for the almost-perfect family to tighten their bond. A chance to make their family perfect at the yuletide season. God really grants wishes, but what he gives us are not always what we ask for. If we pray for bravery, do you think God will give us bravery there and then? Or if we pray for patience, do you think God will magically make us patient? No, He gives us the opportunity to be brave or to be patient. If we pray for our families to be closer, do you think God will give us that crazy feeling all of the sudden? No, he gives us trials, problems and obstacles as opportunities to tighten the family bond - to make our families closer. Merry Christmas!
 

The Beauty of Life

By Ralph Niere

(This is my reaction on the movie "La Vita e Bella" (Life is Beautiful) which was shown for our Social Studies subject.)



The peculiarity of life is the real beauty of it. The further we reminisce in life, the more we don’t understand it. The deeper we plunge into the vast, unknown abyss of life, the more mysterious it gets; the more questions we have to answer. Why do we, humans, have different races? Why are we not the same? Why do we strive to be happy? Why do we love? Life is very mysterious, isn’t it?

This mysterious quality of life is portrayed in the film, “Life is Beautiful”. The movie shows how a person strives to live, yet, he chose to die. It portrays happiness behind grief. It also shows love among the hands of death. These paradoxical ideas are clearly pictured in this film.

The movie was about a Jewish man who lived in Italy just before the holocaust happened. The man’s name was Guido. Because of his unique way of romancing, he found a wife who bore a son named Giosue. At Giosue’s birthday, Guido and his son were taken by Nazi soldiers to the concentration camps. Theodora, Guido’s wife, followed them and was also taken to the camp. In the camp, they were separated. It was also there where they experienced pain, agony and all the sufferings they have never dreamed of even in their wildest nightmares. They were forced to stay there where many things, unfortunately most of them are the worst, happened. When the war was almost over, all Jews were meant to be executed. So, Guido hid his son and went looking for his wife. While he is running and shouting looking for her, he was killed by a Nazi soldier. The story is maybe whimsical in the first part, but it is sad and lonely in the second. Or, is it?

If you would say that the second part was sad, full of grief that not a single smile was etched at everyone’s faces, well, I beg to disagree. As a matter of fact, there is a single smile left carved in his face – Guido’s smile. And, that radiant smile made some, if not all, relieved and comfortable especially his son. If you would say that Guido is a fool or a clown, I also disagree. The second half of the story was not sad, not lonely and not grievous, it is what life is. Yes! They suffered, yes, they were in pain, but one mighty force shielded them from grief, it is because of Guido, Theodora and Giosue's love. While they were struggling in every burden, they knew how much they loved each other. The mere knowledge that somebody loves you is the best shield you can get that not even death could ruin and overcome it and not even death could affect your feelings as a human.

It is always a characteristic of a human to choose to look at the negative side rather than the positive side. It is a magnet that automatically attracts our minds and hearts. We are pessimists. And, I daresay that we should not be pessimistic, we should incline to optimism, like Guido. In that way, when we look at where we are going, we can see that it is for the best, rather than for the worst. In that way, we can reach a better end.

The story ended brutally, inhumanely, no. It ended beautifully. Why? Answer these questions that follow. Did Guido choose the wrong decision? Would you choose the other choice? Was his sacrifice for nothing? Would you sacrifice yourself for something? Was the family he left unlucky because he is gone? Did death conquer love? Please try for some remorse and answer it again. You might answer the other way around.

The ending was neither brutal nor sad; it fits to the theme of the story – the beauty of life. Guido was right to choose what he chose. If he didn’t go, would her wife know what would happen? Could she stop something that she didn’t know it is coming? His sacrifice was “something”; it is needed. Life is a chess game; you need to sacrifice something, even your own life. Theodora and Giosue, therefore, are indeed very lucky. They have a husband or father who died for them because he loved them. Death did not conquer love. Love conquered death! These simple facts touched me, one way or another.

Do you understand now? If you understood, I’m afraid maybe you did not because no one really can. Life is very mysterious. Every second of it is a mystery. You may be able to unserstand pieces and parts of your life but you cannot understand its entirety. We do not even know when, where, why and who started life! And, I think this is the true beauty of life. Life maybe something, but it is also everything. Every second of it is a mystery and all we can do is not study life, not ignore life but embrace life as it is. Who knows? Maybe, we can understand it sometime.
 

Dreams Are Reality

By Ralph Niere

One book that I think I could never forget is the book entitled "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. It tells about gratitude, sufferings and social mobility. The story shows how can we be grateful to those who are gentle to us and understands us. However, there may be others who are the otherway around, thus making our lives difficult. It also shows how eager are we to climb up higher on the social ladder. This book is like a mirror to what is almost forgotten nowadays. That is why I will always remember what this book told me.

The book tells a story of a boy who has "great expectations" in life. First, when he was young he wanted to get out of his noisy, chaotic home. When he was older, he fell in love with a pretty but haughty girl who is the adopted daughter of a wealthy woman, Miss Havisham, the one who hired him as her companion. From that time on, he aspired to be a gentleman, which he certainly is in the end.

After reading this book, I understood that there is nothing wrong about dreaming, especially if we have that determination to reach that dream. Once a poor, starving boy, Pip dreamed and became a successful gentleman because he wanted to be like a gentleman. What we dream, whatever our ambitions are, we can get it, we can grasp it if we know we can reach it. Therefore, dream the impossible, and make sure you have that determination to grab it, and in the end, you will get it. Aim higher! It is better to aim high and miss that to aim low an hit.
 

Milestones of the Atom

By Ralph Niere

If I were to ask you, are there any similarities between a grain of sand and a blue whale, what will you answer? You cannot answer color nor texture nor parts nor size. Do you have an answer yet? My answer is that both has atoms.

An atom is the smallest particle that is present in every matter. Since sand is solid and blue whale, obviously, is also solid, both have atoms. But what is really the form of atom? Is it a cube, a sphere, a prism or no definite shape at all? Through the course of history, scientists have been studying carefully the characteristics of an atom.

It was Leucippus and Democritus that first proposed that every matter is made up tiny, indivisible particles which they called "atomos". After them, John Dalton made the atomic theory which he derived from Leucippus and Democritus' proposal. After him, J. J. Thompson discovered that a tiny atom is even made up much smaller subatomic particles. He named one of them electrons, the negatively charged particle inside the atom. His model is most popularly known as the "plum-pudding model". After Thompson, Ernest Rutherford conducted the alpha scattering experiment. In his experiment, he observed that when alpha particles hit a thin gold foil, majority of the particles passed through the foil. Some of these particles had made an angle of deflection while a few have been deflected. Through his experiment, he concluded that every atom has a nucleus in its center that when alpha particles hit these nucleus, it will bounce back. Some of the particles that did not bounce back slightly hit the side of the nucleus or did not hit it at all. Rutherford's model is also called the nuclear model.

After the discovery of the nucleus, a Danish Physicist, Neils Bohr, came up with another model of the atom. He said that an atom is made up of the nucleus and sorrounding this nucleus are circular orbits. Each orbit contains electrons. Even after Bohr, several more scientists study the characteristics of the atom.

Of all the conributions and models of the atom, I think Bohr's model fits the characteristics of the atom. It explains the experiment made by Ernest Rutherford and it shows the subatomic particle electron. It even explained a great number of facts in his time. On the other hand, I also think that man has not yet found the real face of the atom. I think man has still a long way to fully understand a tiny particle that is present in every matter.