Thursday, October 6, 2011
inherited traits
We commonly see people, families usually, who inhibit the same physical characteristics. A son can inherit his father’s masculine body whereas a daughter can also inherit her mother’s physical features. But, inheritance is also true to human traits and characters. It is also possible that a person’s trait is inherited or adapted from his or her parents. Almost everybody in our place would say that I look closely the same with my mother especially when she was still young. We had the same eyes, hair, and other body structures. And personally I know that those things are not just the characteristics that I inherited from my mama because I believe that we, somehow, have common behaviors or traits. Like my mama, I am very passionate when it comes to music, but of course, due to generation gap, we have some sort of difference when it comes to the music’s genre. But still, I can see the commonality between us, that we both see music as part of our daily lives. We both love to sing, though singing does not love us that much and we both love to play the guitar. Another trait I inherited from my mama is that we really don’t know how stay angry for long. When we have quarrels with our neighbor, we might get mad for the day, but, we can let it pass after several days. And I thank my mama for having that trait because if not because of her, I might be a trouble-maker now. I, like her, also love to compose poems. I did not use to know it until I saw several of her college notebooks which had poems written in between pages wherein her name is signed below the word “BY”. And maybe that is the very reason why I grew a little poetic. As a student, I also inherited from her, her being Education oriented, wherein we really make worth of knowledge. Since we both grew in a simple family, we both make sure that we’ll not let our lives be attracted by wealth. On the other hand, there are still some of my ‘kabarangays’ and other family friends who say that I look like my father. I got my height from my father and my fair complexion as well. Like papa, I love to play jokes with my friends. Both of us are being scolded by mama because we sometimes make fun with serious matters. From papa maybe I’ve got my trait of not taking problems as problems, because I rarely see him with serious face and talks about our family’s financial problem. From papa I’ve inherited this loud laugh. And like mama, papa also loves music. Papa is a simple person wherein he does not wish to be someone else. He has simple dreams for us. I can say that I somehow inhibit those same characteristics. But, unlike papa, I am not hardworking, which among all his traits I wish I have inherited. Papa during his time, also love to play ball games, and I am very sure that I have inherited my boyish traits from him. Like papa, I love to play basketball during my childhood. I also used to climb trees which my father enjoyed doing the most way back then. And the most exciting thing was that I, mama and papa, during our early ages love to play on water. But I was so unfortunate that destiny did not allow me to learn how to swim as they both did! Having parents from fairly different worlds would somehow be exciting, because the child then will be an extraordinary combination of both parents!
Lawa ng Bae (a reflection from the movie)
Lawa Ng Bae
Movie by: Donnie Sacueza
This is a documentary film that focused on the issues concerning the Laguna Lake, the largest lake here in our country and second in the whole of Asia. Its size was 92,000 meters with a depth of 7 meters. It used to be inhabited by 269 organisms with 23 different kinds of fishes. It was considered the trade capital of Laguna. After several years, the beautiful lake turned into “big toilet bowl, without flash”. It had been polluted due to the infrastructures, subdivisions and resorts that were built around the lake. It had been filled with industrial, agricultural and domestic wastes coming not only from the people by the lake side but also from the other rivers connected to it especially Pasig river. This resulted to the decline in the lake’s size to 86,000 meters and the water level went down to only 2 meters. Water lilies grew rapidly on the lake that blocked the sunlight and air that were supposed to enter the water surface. And the bigger problem is the rapid increase in the janitor fish’s population. There should be no fish’s such as this on the lake because they eat the smaller fishes and the tendency is, there will no longer be other fishes that will survive.
So based on the film, we can derive one of the Philippines’ greatest problems, and that is pollution. Nowadays, we tend to be more dependent to the things that were brought about by technology. Yes, they do help us and make us very comfortable but can’t we see its other effects that destroy our environment? If we would just be very responsible and disciplined, then there would be no problem in improving our technology. I believe that technology itself does not destroy our environment; it is still man and his way of managing technology.
The early Filipinos were used to having only our natural resources to supply their basic necessities. But, they don’t get to abuse the environment because they very well know the consequences, and they even helped in the propagation of our environment. If we’ll try to look at the way Filipinos lived before, we’ll see how simple their lives had been. And for me, if we’ll just try to live a little bit the same with how they lived before, we’ll see the importance of our environment and we might even be working hard to conserve it. I believe that one of the solutions to these many environmental problems is just trying to live a simple life, with only having our basic necessities and not having all that we want.
Movie by: Donnie Sacueza
This is a documentary film that focused on the issues concerning the Laguna Lake, the largest lake here in our country and second in the whole of Asia. Its size was 92,000 meters with a depth of 7 meters. It used to be inhabited by 269 organisms with 23 different kinds of fishes. It was considered the trade capital of Laguna. After several years, the beautiful lake turned into “big toilet bowl, without flash”. It had been polluted due to the infrastructures, subdivisions and resorts that were built around the lake. It had been filled with industrial, agricultural and domestic wastes coming not only from the people by the lake side but also from the other rivers connected to it especially Pasig river. This resulted to the decline in the lake’s size to 86,000 meters and the water level went down to only 2 meters. Water lilies grew rapidly on the lake that blocked the sunlight and air that were supposed to enter the water surface. And the bigger problem is the rapid increase in the janitor fish’s population. There should be no fish’s such as this on the lake because they eat the smaller fishes and the tendency is, there will no longer be other fishes that will survive.
So based on the film, we can derive one of the Philippines’ greatest problems, and that is pollution. Nowadays, we tend to be more dependent to the things that were brought about by technology. Yes, they do help us and make us very comfortable but can’t we see its other effects that destroy our environment? If we would just be very responsible and disciplined, then there would be no problem in improving our technology. I believe that technology itself does not destroy our environment; it is still man and his way of managing technology.
The early Filipinos were used to having only our natural resources to supply their basic necessities. But, they don’t get to abuse the environment because they very well know the consequences, and they even helped in the propagation of our environment. If we’ll try to look at the way Filipinos lived before, we’ll see how simple their lives had been. And for me, if we’ll just try to live a little bit the same with how they lived before, we’ll see the importance of our environment and we might even be working hard to conserve it. I believe that one of the solutions to these many environmental problems is just trying to live a simple life, with only having our basic necessities and not having all that we want.
The Lost Daughter of Happiness
“The Lost Daughter of Happiness”
INTRODUCTION:
The book I chose to read was entitled “The Lost Daughter of Happiness”. A Chinese author, Geling Yan, wrote it. The story was about the life of an actual historical character. I chose the book simply because I liked the cover, and after reading the back cover, I wanted to read it more. It is a sensual novel set somewhere in 1860s in San Francisco. It is a combination of myth and history bursting with forbidden emotions, and disregarded for easy answers.
The author, Geling Yan was born in Shanghai. She joined the People’s Liberation Army as a dancer at the age twelve. In the late 1970s, she began writing as a war correspondent covering the Sino-Vietnamese border war. Her first novel (of five to date) was published in China in 1985. In 1989, following the massacre at Tiananmen Square, she left China for the United States and earned an MFA in Creative Writing at Columbia College Chicago. Two of her works had made into films, including Xiu Xiu: The Sent-Down Girl, directed by Joan Chen. A collection of her short fiction had been published in English translation. She has won many awards, both in China and in the U.S. She now lives in San Francisco.
CHARACTERS:
Fusang is the main character of this novel book, The Lost Daughter of Happiness. She was but an ordinary Chinese woman coming from a family of tea growers in the Tea Mountain. She was so calm and accepting. She had no skills, no seductive charms and not a trace of lust was in her eyes. People could sense her distinctive simplicity the moment they met her not until she stepped upon the golden shores of San Francisco. Since then, she was auctioned and was made into a prostitute. She had nothing, but to live that kind of life.
Chris, an American boy, who, at a very young age (12 yrs old), fell in love with Fusang, despite her status in life. He was the first customer of Fusang. He was white, sometimes childish and foolish, who as he develops thinks that he hates the Chinese even
though he loves Fusang. He was a part of the law-abiding citizenry, but it was not until he gained distance he could think and resolve to himself the type of person he really was.
Da Yong was the person who eventually bought Fusang. He was a crime lord, who carried daggers dipped in poison and sold his naked photograph as a talisman. Da Yong was the opposite of Chris. He was a con man who has changed his name many times. He found himself equally intrigued by Fusang, who has changed him in unpredictable ways.
Other characters who played their roles in the story were Amah, the woman with whom Da Yong passed Fusang, Ah Mian, Fusang’s co-prostitute who became her friend and the rest of all the prostitutes and Fusang’s customers.
The Lost Daughter of Happiness
(A Summary)
Once, in the late 1860”s, there was a young Chinese woman from the few dozens of families of tea growers living in the Tea Mountain named Fusang. She had a husband whom she never met. One day, a group of men came and fetched her telling her that her husband has sent them, and so she allowed herself to be drawn into the shore. It was too late, then, when she realized the intentions of the “kidnappers”. She was taken aboard to San Francisco where she ended up being auctioned and made into prostitute.
Fusang’s first customer was Chris, who, at his very young age, fell deeply in love with her. There were many instances that Fusang was passed to several people from different places but Chris took effort in searching and making sure that she was properly treated. After all the things that he had done for her, still, he did not win the woman for her master owned her, and his father sent him to a far away country. After two long years, Chris came back, with the same feelings just before. He tried to look for Fusang, but she was never free. Fusang stayed in the company of Da Yong, who in the latter part of the story realized that she was her long lost wife. Fusang suddenly changed Da Yong, from a criminal to a simple person.
The story did not just focus on the story of these two characters. It even showed the racial tensions between the Chinese and Americans, and the present situation after those historical events.
READER’S OPINION:
The novel tells the forbidden love between an enigmatic Chinese prostitute and a Caucasian boy who worships her. The author, who is Geling Yan, was able to follow the life of the main characters from childhood to old age. She was able to show the past’s painful truths and even compared to the present situation. I was mesmerized by the story for it did trace the lives of two different individuals who were separated by prejudice and mistrust but were bounded forever by love.
The passages were mostly written in a narrative form. The author was actively speaking with Fusang. She used this way to both forward the plot, and to explain to Fusang what was happening. She even spoke to the readers. She discussed the racial tensions between the calm and gentle seeming Chinese and the White people who discriminated the Chinese people. She also emphasized that despite the gentleness of the Chinese, they were able to sell their compatriots to slavery and even kill them without any thought at all, and that some of the Whites had good intentions who wanted to make things better. This part made me conclude that the author was balance. She made a good description of the two opposing parties by distinguishing both of their good and bad sides. She also examined her own life and kept on identifying her reasons why she wrote the book.
I just did not like the way she organized her story. She started in the middle of the story and then went back to the past, then back to the setting again. The shifting of topic confused me. She went on forwarding the plot, explaining to Fusang what was happening, speaking to the readers and then examining her own life. Maybe that thing made it weak.
INTRODUCTION:
The book I chose to read was entitled “The Lost Daughter of Happiness”. A Chinese author, Geling Yan, wrote it. The story was about the life of an actual historical character. I chose the book simply because I liked the cover, and after reading the back cover, I wanted to read it more. It is a sensual novel set somewhere in 1860s in San Francisco. It is a combination of myth and history bursting with forbidden emotions, and disregarded for easy answers.
The author, Geling Yan was born in Shanghai. She joined the People’s Liberation Army as a dancer at the age twelve. In the late 1970s, she began writing as a war correspondent covering the Sino-Vietnamese border war. Her first novel (of five to date) was published in China in 1985. In 1989, following the massacre at Tiananmen Square, she left China for the United States and earned an MFA in Creative Writing at Columbia College Chicago. Two of her works had made into films, including Xiu Xiu: The Sent-Down Girl, directed by Joan Chen. A collection of her short fiction had been published in English translation. She has won many awards, both in China and in the U.S. She now lives in San Francisco.
CHARACTERS:
Fusang is the main character of this novel book, The Lost Daughter of Happiness. She was but an ordinary Chinese woman coming from a family of tea growers in the Tea Mountain. She was so calm and accepting. She had no skills, no seductive charms and not a trace of lust was in her eyes. People could sense her distinctive simplicity the moment they met her not until she stepped upon the golden shores of San Francisco. Since then, she was auctioned and was made into a prostitute. She had nothing, but to live that kind of life.
Chris, an American boy, who, at a very young age (12 yrs old), fell in love with Fusang, despite her status in life. He was the first customer of Fusang. He was white, sometimes childish and foolish, who as he develops thinks that he hates the Chinese even
though he loves Fusang. He was a part of the law-abiding citizenry, but it was not until he gained distance he could think and resolve to himself the type of person he really was.
Da Yong was the person who eventually bought Fusang. He was a crime lord, who carried daggers dipped in poison and sold his naked photograph as a talisman. Da Yong was the opposite of Chris. He was a con man who has changed his name many times. He found himself equally intrigued by Fusang, who has changed him in unpredictable ways.
Other characters who played their roles in the story were Amah, the woman with whom Da Yong passed Fusang, Ah Mian, Fusang’s co-prostitute who became her friend and the rest of all the prostitutes and Fusang’s customers.
The Lost Daughter of Happiness
(A Summary)
Once, in the late 1860”s, there was a young Chinese woman from the few dozens of families of tea growers living in the Tea Mountain named Fusang. She had a husband whom she never met. One day, a group of men came and fetched her telling her that her husband has sent them, and so she allowed herself to be drawn into the shore. It was too late, then, when she realized the intentions of the “kidnappers”. She was taken aboard to San Francisco where she ended up being auctioned and made into prostitute.
Fusang’s first customer was Chris, who, at his very young age, fell deeply in love with her. There were many instances that Fusang was passed to several people from different places but Chris took effort in searching and making sure that she was properly treated. After all the things that he had done for her, still, he did not win the woman for her master owned her, and his father sent him to a far away country. After two long years, Chris came back, with the same feelings just before. He tried to look for Fusang, but she was never free. Fusang stayed in the company of Da Yong, who in the latter part of the story realized that she was her long lost wife. Fusang suddenly changed Da Yong, from a criminal to a simple person.
The story did not just focus on the story of these two characters. It even showed the racial tensions between the Chinese and Americans, and the present situation after those historical events.
READER’S OPINION:
The novel tells the forbidden love between an enigmatic Chinese prostitute and a Caucasian boy who worships her. The author, who is Geling Yan, was able to follow the life of the main characters from childhood to old age. She was able to show the past’s painful truths and even compared to the present situation. I was mesmerized by the story for it did trace the lives of two different individuals who were separated by prejudice and mistrust but were bounded forever by love.
The passages were mostly written in a narrative form. The author was actively speaking with Fusang. She used this way to both forward the plot, and to explain to Fusang what was happening. She even spoke to the readers. She discussed the racial tensions between the calm and gentle seeming Chinese and the White people who discriminated the Chinese people. She also emphasized that despite the gentleness of the Chinese, they were able to sell their compatriots to slavery and even kill them without any thought at all, and that some of the Whites had good intentions who wanted to make things better. This part made me conclude that the author was balance. She made a good description of the two opposing parties by distinguishing both of their good and bad sides. She also examined her own life and kept on identifying her reasons why she wrote the book.
I just did not like the way she organized her story. She started in the middle of the story and then went back to the past, then back to the setting again. The shifting of topic confused me. She went on forwarding the plot, explaining to Fusang what was happening, speaking to the readers and then examining her own life. Maybe that thing made it weak.
Hapag ng Pag-asa (by: Joey Velasco)
Mr. Joey Velasco’s Painting
(Hapag ng Pag-asa)
In Mr. Joey Velasco’s paintings, he is trying to rediscover the treasure of every child, especially on his painting which he called the “Hapag ng Pag-asa”, which is actually my favorite among all his masterpieces. As we all know, Mr. Velasco does not only paint for the sake of being known as an artist, but indeed, he is painting based on what he feels and he pulls his inspiration based from his experiences. He is a great painter. As long as he has the love for these poor children, I know that he will keep the glow of his passion.
I am very interested on each of his paintings. And as I surf the internet on the stories behind each pieces, I was moved for I did not know, that there is this simple person who has seen a bright side among the lives of the street dweller, shabby and malnourish children. He did not consider them as “poor”, as what people call them, but instead, he showed in his paintings, that though they are on those cases, THEY HAVE JESUS!.
I just love the way he looks at those children. Through his paintings, I believe, that the hope will shine in the hearts of these children. He serves as a mediator of the children with Jesus Christ. Trough his paintings he was also able to show that God indeed is in the very heart of each and every person. I may be poor, you may be rich, but in the eyes of the creator we are all the same.
(Hapag ng Pag-asa)
In Mr. Joey Velasco’s paintings, he is trying to rediscover the treasure of every child, especially on his painting which he called the “Hapag ng Pag-asa”, which is actually my favorite among all his masterpieces. As we all know, Mr. Velasco does not only paint for the sake of being known as an artist, but indeed, he is painting based on what he feels and he pulls his inspiration based from his experiences. He is a great painter. As long as he has the love for these poor children, I know that he will keep the glow of his passion.
I am very interested on each of his paintings. And as I surf the internet on the stories behind each pieces, I was moved for I did not know, that there is this simple person who has seen a bright side among the lives of the street dweller, shabby and malnourish children. He did not consider them as “poor”, as what people call them, but instead, he showed in his paintings, that though they are on those cases, THEY HAVE JESUS!.
I just love the way he looks at those children. Through his paintings, I believe, that the hope will shine in the hearts of these children. He serves as a mediator of the children with Jesus Christ. Trough his paintings he was also able to show that God indeed is in the very heart of each and every person. I may be poor, you may be rich, but in the eyes of the creator we are all the same.
Filipinos are worth dying for…
Filipinos are Worth Dying For…
Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, ayon sa aking nabasa at napanuod, siya ay maibibilang na isang bayani sapagkat siya ay lumaban para sa katotohanan nang sa gayo’y makamtan ng bansang Pilipinas ang inaasam na kalayaan mula sa mapansamantalang pamumuno ng dating pangulong Marcos. Siya ay nagsalita ng buong tapang at may paninindigan. Hindi siya natakot na ipahayag ang kanyang nararamdaman sa publiko. Buong tapang niyang isiniwalat ang mga kamaliang umiiral sa pamamalakad ni Marcos. Hindi maitatatwang siya ay isang magiting na Pilipino. Pinanindigan niya ang kanyang mga sinimulan maging sa kaniyang huling hininga. Kaya’t nararapat lamang na kilalanin at ipagmalaki siya ng lahing Pilipino.
Ipinaglaban ni Ninoy, hindi lamang ang kanyang sarili, bagkus ay maging ang lahat ng mga Pilipino. Ipinaglaban niya ang karapatan ng bawat mamamayan. Isinantabi niya ang kaniyang sariling kasiyahan para lamang ipagpatuloy ang kanyang pakikipaglaban.
Minsan niyang sinabi na “Filipinos are worth dying for”, isang patunay lamang na walang pagsisisi sa kanyang mga ginawa. Ngunit mukhang walang pakialam ang Pilipinong pinagbuhisan niya ng kanyang buhay. Maaaring maraming mga Pilipino ang nalungkot sa kamatayan ni Ninoy ngunit hanggang doon lamang ba iyon? Oo, hindi ko ipagkakaila na ang kanyang kamatayang ang nagudyok ng Edsa People Power na simbolo ng pakikipaglaban ng mga Pilipino, ngunit kung tunay nating isinasapuso ang ating pakikibaka, bakit hindi na natin ito isinasagawa sa ating kasalukuyang panahon? Hindi ko naman hinihingi na tayong mga Pilipino ngayon any muling magsagawa ng People Power para pababain natin sa kanyang pwesto ang ating pangulo. Ang nais ko lamang sana ay makita ng bawat isa sa atin ang mga dahilan at layunin sa kabila ng mga kaganapang iyon. Hindi ba’t nangyari lamang ang lahat ng bagay na iyon dahil sa kagustuhan nating maitama ang pang-aabuso at pananamantalang umiiral sa pamumuno ni Marcos? At ang mga pang-aabuso at pananamantalang ito ay nakikita parin natin sa ating kasalukuyang pamunuan. Hindi ba’t hangga ngayo’y talamak parin ang graft and corruption? Bakit kaya, sa gayong matagal at marahan natin itong nilabanan noon?
Sadyang hindi ko maintindihan ang mga Pilipino. Noon ay nilabanan natin ang mga pananamantala ng gobyerno ngunit bakit hangga ngayon ay ganito parin ang pinaiiral ng mga pulitiko? Hindi ba’t sila mang mga nakaluklok ngayon ay mulat sa kaganapan noong panahon ni Marcos? Hindi ba’t sila rin ay iilan sa napakaraming mga Pilipinong tumutol sa Martial Law? Hindi ba’t sila man ay nagnais na tanggalin sa pwesto ang noong pangulo dahil sa klase ng kanyang pamamalakad? Ngunit bakit ngayon ay naaatim nilang gawin ang mga parehong gawain? Maaaring hindi pareho ang kanilang mga pamamaraan ngunit mayroon naming parehong epekto sa lipunan, pagsasamantala. Ang lahat ng bagay ay umiikot na lamang sa kanilang mga kamay. Hindi na nabibigyan pa ng pagkakataon ang mga maliliit na Pilipino na ipaglaban ang kani-kanilang mga karapatan.
Hanggang kelan ba tayo patuloy na iikot na lamang sa ganitong sistema? Kailangan pa ba natin ng isa pang tulad ni Ninoy bago natin muling makita ang mga katotohanan at pantay-pantay na karapatang dapat nating ipinaiiral sa ating lipunan?
Sinabi minsan ni Dating Pangulong Corazon Aquino, ang may bahay ng yumaong Ninoy Aquino, sa kanyang pakikipanayam “I hope our fellow Filipinos specially the young will continue to appreciate how much Ninoy suffered for our country. I hope they will ask themselves what they offer, too, to help this country move forward. Ninoy showed the way, I hope they will be inspired by him.” Tama nga naman, hindi ba? Sino pa ba ang magdudulot ng pagbabago kundi ang mga kabataan. At maisasakatuparan lamang nating mga kabataan ang ating misyon kung makikita natin ang kahalagahan nito at kung magkakaroon din tayo ng inspirasyon dili kaya ay gabay. Itinuro na sa atin ni Gng. Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino ang daan, ang kailangan na lamang nating gawin ay tahakin natin ang daan na ito dala-dala ang ating misyon ng sa gayo’y kahit ilan mang tukso o pagsubok man ang ating daanan ay hindi parin tayo magbabago ng patutunguhan.
Karagdagan:
Taon-taon ay ipinagdiriwang natin ang kamatayan ni Ninoy, ngunit nagugunita din ba natin ang mga sakripisyo at pakikibakang kanyang ginawa? Hindi ako naniniwala sa mga anunsyong ipinapakita sa telebisyon, na kunwa’y binibigyang pugay nila ang yumaong senador, sapagkat ang mga anunsyong ito ay ipinalalabas lamang sa panahong sasapit ang araw ng kanyang kamatayan. Kung sadyang pinagpupugay natin ang mga isinagawa n gating mga bayani, sana ay kinakikitaan natin ang media ng mga programang patuloy na isinasalaysay ang mga buhay at mga kagitinging naisagawa n gating mga yumaong bayani.
Ngayon, sa ating kasalukuyang panahon, kung muling mabubuhay si Ninoy Aquino, sigurado akong hindi na niya muli pang mabibigkas ang mga katagang “Filipinos are worth dying for”, maliban na lamang kung tayo’y makapagdudulot pa ng pagbabago sa ating lipunan lalong-lalo na sa ating pamahalaan.
Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, ayon sa aking nabasa at napanuod, siya ay maibibilang na isang bayani sapagkat siya ay lumaban para sa katotohanan nang sa gayo’y makamtan ng bansang Pilipinas ang inaasam na kalayaan mula sa mapansamantalang pamumuno ng dating pangulong Marcos. Siya ay nagsalita ng buong tapang at may paninindigan. Hindi siya natakot na ipahayag ang kanyang nararamdaman sa publiko. Buong tapang niyang isiniwalat ang mga kamaliang umiiral sa pamamalakad ni Marcos. Hindi maitatatwang siya ay isang magiting na Pilipino. Pinanindigan niya ang kanyang mga sinimulan maging sa kaniyang huling hininga. Kaya’t nararapat lamang na kilalanin at ipagmalaki siya ng lahing Pilipino.
Ipinaglaban ni Ninoy, hindi lamang ang kanyang sarili, bagkus ay maging ang lahat ng mga Pilipino. Ipinaglaban niya ang karapatan ng bawat mamamayan. Isinantabi niya ang kaniyang sariling kasiyahan para lamang ipagpatuloy ang kanyang pakikipaglaban.
Minsan niyang sinabi na “Filipinos are worth dying for”, isang patunay lamang na walang pagsisisi sa kanyang mga ginawa. Ngunit mukhang walang pakialam ang Pilipinong pinagbuhisan niya ng kanyang buhay. Maaaring maraming mga Pilipino ang nalungkot sa kamatayan ni Ninoy ngunit hanggang doon lamang ba iyon? Oo, hindi ko ipagkakaila na ang kanyang kamatayang ang nagudyok ng Edsa People Power na simbolo ng pakikipaglaban ng mga Pilipino, ngunit kung tunay nating isinasapuso ang ating pakikibaka, bakit hindi na natin ito isinasagawa sa ating kasalukuyang panahon? Hindi ko naman hinihingi na tayong mga Pilipino ngayon any muling magsagawa ng People Power para pababain natin sa kanyang pwesto ang ating pangulo. Ang nais ko lamang sana ay makita ng bawat isa sa atin ang mga dahilan at layunin sa kabila ng mga kaganapang iyon. Hindi ba’t nangyari lamang ang lahat ng bagay na iyon dahil sa kagustuhan nating maitama ang pang-aabuso at pananamantalang umiiral sa pamumuno ni Marcos? At ang mga pang-aabuso at pananamantalang ito ay nakikita parin natin sa ating kasalukuyang pamunuan. Hindi ba’t hangga ngayo’y talamak parin ang graft and corruption? Bakit kaya, sa gayong matagal at marahan natin itong nilabanan noon?
Sadyang hindi ko maintindihan ang mga Pilipino. Noon ay nilabanan natin ang mga pananamantala ng gobyerno ngunit bakit hangga ngayon ay ganito parin ang pinaiiral ng mga pulitiko? Hindi ba’t sila mang mga nakaluklok ngayon ay mulat sa kaganapan noong panahon ni Marcos? Hindi ba’t sila rin ay iilan sa napakaraming mga Pilipinong tumutol sa Martial Law? Hindi ba’t sila man ay nagnais na tanggalin sa pwesto ang noong pangulo dahil sa klase ng kanyang pamamalakad? Ngunit bakit ngayon ay naaatim nilang gawin ang mga parehong gawain? Maaaring hindi pareho ang kanilang mga pamamaraan ngunit mayroon naming parehong epekto sa lipunan, pagsasamantala. Ang lahat ng bagay ay umiikot na lamang sa kanilang mga kamay. Hindi na nabibigyan pa ng pagkakataon ang mga maliliit na Pilipino na ipaglaban ang kani-kanilang mga karapatan.
Hanggang kelan ba tayo patuloy na iikot na lamang sa ganitong sistema? Kailangan pa ba natin ng isa pang tulad ni Ninoy bago natin muling makita ang mga katotohanan at pantay-pantay na karapatang dapat nating ipinaiiral sa ating lipunan?
Sinabi minsan ni Dating Pangulong Corazon Aquino, ang may bahay ng yumaong Ninoy Aquino, sa kanyang pakikipanayam “I hope our fellow Filipinos specially the young will continue to appreciate how much Ninoy suffered for our country. I hope they will ask themselves what they offer, too, to help this country move forward. Ninoy showed the way, I hope they will be inspired by him.” Tama nga naman, hindi ba? Sino pa ba ang magdudulot ng pagbabago kundi ang mga kabataan. At maisasakatuparan lamang nating mga kabataan ang ating misyon kung makikita natin ang kahalagahan nito at kung magkakaroon din tayo ng inspirasyon dili kaya ay gabay. Itinuro na sa atin ni Gng. Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino ang daan, ang kailangan na lamang nating gawin ay tahakin natin ang daan na ito dala-dala ang ating misyon ng sa gayo’y kahit ilan mang tukso o pagsubok man ang ating daanan ay hindi parin tayo magbabago ng patutunguhan.
Karagdagan:
Taon-taon ay ipinagdiriwang natin ang kamatayan ni Ninoy, ngunit nagugunita din ba natin ang mga sakripisyo at pakikibakang kanyang ginawa? Hindi ako naniniwala sa mga anunsyong ipinapakita sa telebisyon, na kunwa’y binibigyang pugay nila ang yumaong senador, sapagkat ang mga anunsyong ito ay ipinalalabas lamang sa panahong sasapit ang araw ng kanyang kamatayan. Kung sadyang pinagpupugay natin ang mga isinagawa n gating mga bayani, sana ay kinakikitaan natin ang media ng mga programang patuloy na isinasalaysay ang mga buhay at mga kagitinging naisagawa n gating mga yumaong bayani.
Ngayon, sa ating kasalukuyang panahon, kung muling mabubuhay si Ninoy Aquino, sigurado akong hindi na niya muli pang mabibigkas ang mga katagang “Filipinos are worth dying for”, maliban na lamang kung tayo’y makapagdudulot pa ng pagbabago sa ating lipunan lalong-lalo na sa ating pamahalaan.
Pangongopya at Bukangliwayway (maikling kwento)
Pangongopya at Bukangliwayway (maikling kwento)
Ni: Clarice
Kumukuha ka ng pagsusulit sa Filipino 1A o Sining ng Pakikipagtalastasan nang biglang lumabas ang iyong dalubguro upang pansamantalang aliwin ang sarili sa pamamagitan ng pakikipag-usap sa mga naggagandahang mag-aaral sa labas ng inyong salid-aralan.
Sinamantala mo ang pagkakataong ito at dahan-dahang inilabas mo ang panyo na kanina mo pa nais ilabas subalit hadlang na maituturing ang dalub-guro. Unti-unti mong binuklat ang itong panyo… sinilip ito at agad na sinagutan ang pagsusulit.
Ilang sandali pa ang nakalipas, nang walang anu-ano’y may narinig kang papalapit na yabag ng sapatos… dahan-dahan mong tiniklop ang panyo at unti-unti na ring tumulo ang iyong pawis.
Nagpatuloy ka sa pagsagot ng iyong pagsusulit habang ang iyong dalubguro ay marahang nakamatyag sa iyo. Nang natapos na ang lahat at naipasa na angmga papel ay pinalabas na ng iyong dalubguro ang iyong mga kamag-aral samantalang ikaw ay ay kanyang tinawag at kanyang kinausap. Habang tangan ng iyong dalubguro ang iyong papel, “Magaling! Nasagutan mo’ng lahat ng mga katanungan. Mukahang nag-aral ka ng mabuti, hah?”, sabi ng iyong guro, samantalang ikaw ay nananatiling tahimik at ang pawis sa iyong noo ay walang tigil sa pagtulo. “Batid nating dlaw ana nag anumang pandaraya sa pagsusulit ay isang ‘Major Offense’ at may kaukulang parusa.”, anang iyong guro. “At ang pagsisinungaling man ay isang krimen sa mata ng tao at ng Diyos.”, dagdag pa niya. “Ngayon, tumingin ka nang diretso sa aking mga mata at sabihin mong matapat mong sinagutan ang iyong pagsusulit.” Dahan-dahan mong iniangat ang iyong ulo at kapuna-puna ang tubig na umaagos sa iyong mga mata. “patawarin niyo po ako, hindi kop o sinasadyang gawin iyon. Nais ko lamang po talagang pumasa sa pagsusulit na ito upang mabawi ang bumaagsak kong marka.”, tugon mo habang umiiyak. “sumama ka sa akin sa Dean’s Office at doon na natin pag-usapan ito sa harapan ng Dean.” At tuluyan nang lumabas ng silid-aralan ang iyong dalubguro tangan-tangan ang mga papel niyo ng iyong mga kamag-aaral.
Sa loob ng Dean’s Office ay naroroon ang Dean at ang iyong dalubguro na naghihintay sa pagdating mo. Pagkatapos ng pag-uusap ay napagkasunduan na bagsak ang iyong makukuha sa naturang pagsusulit, at sumulat ka ng ‘promissory note’ na humihingi ng tawad at nangangakong hindi mo na uulitin ang naturang pandaraya. Hinayaan ka nang makaalis samantalang ang iyong dalubguro at ang Dean ay nanatili at ipinagpatuloy ang pag-uusap. “paanong nangyaring nagawa ng estudyanteng iyon ang mandaya samantalang naroon ka upang bantayan sila at nang maiwasan ang ganoong pangyayari?” , muling pagsisismula ng Dean. Ang iyong dalubgurong ‘di malaman ang isasagot ay napayuko sa sobrang kahihiyan. Namayani ang sandaling katahimikan nang muling biglang magsalita ang Dean, “isa kang pinagkakatiwalaang guro dito, at kung hindi mo magagampanan nang mabuti ang iyong trabaho ay mapipilitan kaming tanggalan ka ng karapatang magturo dito.” , at bilang kaparusahan ay pinagsulat din ng ‘promissory note’ ang iyong dalubguro na naglalaman ng pagpapaumanhin at pangakong ‘di na muling mauulit ang naganp na insidente dahil kung hindi ay tatanggalan na siya ng trabaho.
Makalipas ang tatlong linggo ay inilunsad ng Student’s Council ang proyektong naglalayong labanan ang ‘plagiarism’ at pangongopya o anumang uri ng pandaraya. Bilang patunay na kayong dalawa ng iyong dalubguro ay nagsisisi na sa nagawang kasalanan at tuluyan na ngang nagbago, pinangunahan ninyo ang proyektong ito kasama ng iba pang mga miyembro ng ‘student council’. Mula noon ay nakilala kayo sa buong paaralan bilang mga tagapagtaguyod ng katapatan at tagapagsugpo ng pandaraya at kasinungalingan.
Ni: Clarice
Kumukuha ka ng pagsusulit sa Filipino 1A o Sining ng Pakikipagtalastasan nang biglang lumabas ang iyong dalubguro upang pansamantalang aliwin ang sarili sa pamamagitan ng pakikipag-usap sa mga naggagandahang mag-aaral sa labas ng inyong salid-aralan.
Sinamantala mo ang pagkakataong ito at dahan-dahang inilabas mo ang panyo na kanina mo pa nais ilabas subalit hadlang na maituturing ang dalub-guro. Unti-unti mong binuklat ang itong panyo… sinilip ito at agad na sinagutan ang pagsusulit.
Ilang sandali pa ang nakalipas, nang walang anu-ano’y may narinig kang papalapit na yabag ng sapatos… dahan-dahan mong tiniklop ang panyo at unti-unti na ring tumulo ang iyong pawis.
Nagpatuloy ka sa pagsagot ng iyong pagsusulit habang ang iyong dalubguro ay marahang nakamatyag sa iyo. Nang natapos na ang lahat at naipasa na angmga papel ay pinalabas na ng iyong dalubguro ang iyong mga kamag-aral samantalang ikaw ay ay kanyang tinawag at kanyang kinausap. Habang tangan ng iyong dalubguro ang iyong papel, “Magaling! Nasagutan mo’ng lahat ng mga katanungan. Mukahang nag-aral ka ng mabuti, hah?”, sabi ng iyong guro, samantalang ikaw ay nananatiling tahimik at ang pawis sa iyong noo ay walang tigil sa pagtulo. “Batid nating dlaw ana nag anumang pandaraya sa pagsusulit ay isang ‘Major Offense’ at may kaukulang parusa.”, anang iyong guro. “At ang pagsisinungaling man ay isang krimen sa mata ng tao at ng Diyos.”, dagdag pa niya. “Ngayon, tumingin ka nang diretso sa aking mga mata at sabihin mong matapat mong sinagutan ang iyong pagsusulit.” Dahan-dahan mong iniangat ang iyong ulo at kapuna-puna ang tubig na umaagos sa iyong mga mata. “patawarin niyo po ako, hindi kop o sinasadyang gawin iyon. Nais ko lamang po talagang pumasa sa pagsusulit na ito upang mabawi ang bumaagsak kong marka.”, tugon mo habang umiiyak. “sumama ka sa akin sa Dean’s Office at doon na natin pag-usapan ito sa harapan ng Dean.” At tuluyan nang lumabas ng silid-aralan ang iyong dalubguro tangan-tangan ang mga papel niyo ng iyong mga kamag-aaral.
Sa loob ng Dean’s Office ay naroroon ang Dean at ang iyong dalubguro na naghihintay sa pagdating mo. Pagkatapos ng pag-uusap ay napagkasunduan na bagsak ang iyong makukuha sa naturang pagsusulit, at sumulat ka ng ‘promissory note’ na humihingi ng tawad at nangangakong hindi mo na uulitin ang naturang pandaraya. Hinayaan ka nang makaalis samantalang ang iyong dalubguro at ang Dean ay nanatili at ipinagpatuloy ang pag-uusap. “paanong nangyaring nagawa ng estudyanteng iyon ang mandaya samantalang naroon ka upang bantayan sila at nang maiwasan ang ganoong pangyayari?” , muling pagsisismula ng Dean. Ang iyong dalubgurong ‘di malaman ang isasagot ay napayuko sa sobrang kahihiyan. Namayani ang sandaling katahimikan nang muling biglang magsalita ang Dean, “isa kang pinagkakatiwalaang guro dito, at kung hindi mo magagampanan nang mabuti ang iyong trabaho ay mapipilitan kaming tanggalan ka ng karapatang magturo dito.” , at bilang kaparusahan ay pinagsulat din ng ‘promissory note’ ang iyong dalubguro na naglalaman ng pagpapaumanhin at pangakong ‘di na muling mauulit ang naganp na insidente dahil kung hindi ay tatanggalan na siya ng trabaho.
Makalipas ang tatlong linggo ay inilunsad ng Student’s Council ang proyektong naglalayong labanan ang ‘plagiarism’ at pangongopya o anumang uri ng pandaraya. Bilang patunay na kayong dalawa ng iyong dalubguro ay nagsisisi na sa nagawang kasalanan at tuluyan na ngang nagbago, pinangunahan ninyo ang proyektong ito kasama ng iba pang mga miyembro ng ‘student council’. Mula noon ay nakilala kayo sa buong paaralan bilang mga tagapagtaguyod ng katapatan at tagapagsugpo ng pandaraya at kasinungalingan.
Like stars on earth, every child is special
1. What is the root cause of the learning problem?
Ishaan Awasthi was suffering from a neurological disorder termed as “dyslexia” which hinders him to learn in a spontaneous manner. He had a hard time remembering and understanding the differences and the relationship of each letter thus precluding him from learning how to neither read nor write. He also was not able to understand a little complex instruction that’s why he failed to go after the orders of his parents and teachers. Physically, his fine as well as gross motor skills were not well refined thus he was not able to neither catch a ball nor tie his shoes. Ishaan’s disorder is the main reason why he failed to learn along with his classmates.
2. Is Sir Ram a high-tech-high-touch teacher? Support your answer.
Mr. Ram is indeed a high-tech-high-touch teacher. He is high-tech not because he made use of different products of modern technology in teaching but rather because he utilized variety of processes or methodologies that will suit the level and the interests of his students, most especially, Ishaan. Knowing that Ishaan had a learning disorder, Mr. Ram developed teaching strategies that will maximize the child’s inclination to art. Through art, he was able to teach Ishaan in all other fields such as English and Math. He is also a high-touch teacher because he built a bridge between him and his students, particularly to Ishaan who needed him most. He played a very vital role in the transformation of Ishaan as well as the rest of the people around them. He developed a special relationship between him and Ishaan so that the child will gain confidence since he’s engaged with someone who won’t surely let him down.
Ishaan Awasthi was suffering from a neurological disorder termed as “dyslexia” which hinders him to learn in a spontaneous manner. He had a hard time remembering and understanding the differences and the relationship of each letter thus precluding him from learning how to neither read nor write. He also was not able to understand a little complex instruction that’s why he failed to go after the orders of his parents and teachers. Physically, his fine as well as gross motor skills were not well refined thus he was not able to neither catch a ball nor tie his shoes. Ishaan’s disorder is the main reason why he failed to learn along with his classmates.
2. Is Sir Ram a high-tech-high-touch teacher? Support your answer.
Mr. Ram is indeed a high-tech-high-touch teacher. He is high-tech not because he made use of different products of modern technology in teaching but rather because he utilized variety of processes or methodologies that will suit the level and the interests of his students, most especially, Ishaan. Knowing that Ishaan had a learning disorder, Mr. Ram developed teaching strategies that will maximize the child’s inclination to art. Through art, he was able to teach Ishaan in all other fields such as English and Math. He is also a high-touch teacher because he built a bridge between him and his students, particularly to Ishaan who needed him most. He played a very vital role in the transformation of Ishaan as well as the rest of the people around them. He developed a special relationship between him and Ishaan so that the child will gain confidence since he’s engaged with someone who won’t surely let him down.
The Big Bear and the Rabbit (a short story)
The Big Bear and the Rabbit
(A short story)
Written by: Clarice
There was once a rabbit who was jolly and playful. He would jump on everything he sees. One day, he saw a log. There he jumped and jumped. The next day, he saw a strawberry farm. There he hopped and hopped. The following day, he saw lump on the soil. He stopped and thought, “This is too big to be the house of ants, yet too small to be a hill”. After a while, he got on top of it and jumped and jumped. “Hey this is fun. I’ve never seen something like this before”. He continued to jump and jump and jump, until…
“Roaarrrr…”
The rabbit hurriedly jumped off the lump. He found out that it wasn’t an ant house nor a hill…but a bear! A bear whom he has awaken from his tight sleep.
“Hey you! You have disrupted my sleep. For that, I will eat you.” And the bear rumbled a terrifying roar.
The rabbit was so frightened, but he stood up with confidence and courage and talked with a very pleasing voice.
“Mr. Bear, I am sincerely sorry for having interrupted your sleep. I beg you not to kill me. If you’ll let me live, I promise to bring you carrots everyday”, the rabbit pleaded. Upon hearing this, the bear started laughing and said, “What a funny creature. Don’t you know that we bears do not eat carrots? I think it’s nicer to eat fresh flesh especially during a cold day”.
“But, Mr. Bear..”, the rabbit interrupted. “My carrots are not just ordinary carrots. Have you heard of the story of the Numskull and the Rabbit?” the rabbit explained.
“I do not care about anything but my throbbing stomach. I’m gonna eat…”, but before the bear finished talking, the rabbit jumped into his head.
“Mr. Bear, that rabbit is me. Don’t you see? I am the wise rabbit who tricked and killed Numskull, the king of the forest.” At this point, the bear was awed by what he was hearing. “If you wish…” the rabbit continued. “…I will give you carrots that will surely make you extraordinarily wise” The bear stood silent and thought. “If I will become the wisest being in this forest, since I am strong, I can take over Numskull’s position. Okay then, bring me as many carrots as you can. If you don’t return, I will search for you and kill all the rabbits I see.”, the bear said angrily.
“Yes Mr. Bear. I will not let my family be killed. I will bring you carrots as many as I can.” And the rabbit hopped away.
After an hour and so, the rabbit returned, with a single carrot on his hand.
“Why did you bring me one carrot alone? I told you to bring as many as you can”, the bear shouted.
“But Mr. Bear…”, the rabbit replied. “…it would be hard for me to bring more carrots. If you may, I will lead you to where these carrots grow.”
“Then let’s go!” the bear hurriedly answered. After a long walk, they reached a cave.
“Are you fooling me?”, the bear angrily said. “This is a cave. Where is the plantation?”
“It is not a plantation we’re looking for Mr. Bear”, the rabbit explained. “It is a single plant that only grows deep inside this cave.”
“Then hurry up”, the bear answered. “Let’s get that plant right away”
“But Mr.Bear..”,said the rabbit. “I’d rather stay outside. I will watch over other animals who would attempt to steal the plant from you” And so the rabbit stayed outside while the bear hurried into the cave. When the rabbit had made sure that the bear has gone deep inside that long cave, he called out all his friends and altogether, they covered the only opening of that cave. From then on, the bear was never able to come out again.
—The End—
(A short story)
Written by: Clarice
There was once a rabbit who was jolly and playful. He would jump on everything he sees. One day, he saw a log. There he jumped and jumped. The next day, he saw a strawberry farm. There he hopped and hopped. The following day, he saw lump on the soil. He stopped and thought, “This is too big to be the house of ants, yet too small to be a hill”. After a while, he got on top of it and jumped and jumped. “Hey this is fun. I’ve never seen something like this before”. He continued to jump and jump and jump, until…
“Roaarrrr…”
The rabbit hurriedly jumped off the lump. He found out that it wasn’t an ant house nor a hill…but a bear! A bear whom he has awaken from his tight sleep.
“Hey you! You have disrupted my sleep. For that, I will eat you.” And the bear rumbled a terrifying roar.
The rabbit was so frightened, but he stood up with confidence and courage and talked with a very pleasing voice.
“Mr. Bear, I am sincerely sorry for having interrupted your sleep. I beg you not to kill me. If you’ll let me live, I promise to bring you carrots everyday”, the rabbit pleaded. Upon hearing this, the bear started laughing and said, “What a funny creature. Don’t you know that we bears do not eat carrots? I think it’s nicer to eat fresh flesh especially during a cold day”.
“But, Mr. Bear..”, the rabbit interrupted. “My carrots are not just ordinary carrots. Have you heard of the story of the Numskull and the Rabbit?” the rabbit explained.
“I do not care about anything but my throbbing stomach. I’m gonna eat…”, but before the bear finished talking, the rabbit jumped into his head.
“Mr. Bear, that rabbit is me. Don’t you see? I am the wise rabbit who tricked and killed Numskull, the king of the forest.” At this point, the bear was awed by what he was hearing. “If you wish…” the rabbit continued. “…I will give you carrots that will surely make you extraordinarily wise” The bear stood silent and thought. “If I will become the wisest being in this forest, since I am strong, I can take over Numskull’s position. Okay then, bring me as many carrots as you can. If you don’t return, I will search for you and kill all the rabbits I see.”, the bear said angrily.
“Yes Mr. Bear. I will not let my family be killed. I will bring you carrots as many as I can.” And the rabbit hopped away.
After an hour and so, the rabbit returned, with a single carrot on his hand.
“Why did you bring me one carrot alone? I told you to bring as many as you can”, the bear shouted.
“But Mr. Bear…”, the rabbit replied. “…it would be hard for me to bring more carrots. If you may, I will lead you to where these carrots grow.”
“Then let’s go!” the bear hurriedly answered. After a long walk, they reached a cave.
“Are you fooling me?”, the bear angrily said. “This is a cave. Where is the plantation?”
“It is not a plantation we’re looking for Mr. Bear”, the rabbit explained. “It is a single plant that only grows deep inside this cave.”
“Then hurry up”, the bear answered. “Let’s get that plant right away”
“But Mr.Bear..”,said the rabbit. “I’d rather stay outside. I will watch over other animals who would attempt to steal the plant from you” And so the rabbit stayed outside while the bear hurried into the cave. When the rabbit had made sure that the bear has gone deep inside that long cave, he called out all his friends and altogether, they covered the only opening of that cave. From then on, the bear was never able to come out again.
—The End—
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
why did i use icarus the fallen angel as my blog url?
.i remember my boyfriend mentioning this term "ICARUS" (i just realized that it's a name when i searched it on the internet). whenever i ask him what this term means, he wouldn't tell me..i became used to it and it actually became "OUR" term which would refer to the PROMISE we've made in the year 2007 that after 10 years, we would already stay together (even if my parents won't allow us)..and so for about 3 years, all i knew about the term ICARUS was that it is our PROMISE..i thought that it was the name of one of the death metal bands my boyfriend was fond of because the term sounds to me a little weird, deathly, creepy and dreadful just as what death metal music is often about..i just learned today that ICARUS was a Greek character..and his story is something that interests me..here is an article i found about ICARUS,the FALLEN ANGEL..
Icarus
by Martha Thompson
retrieved from: http://www.pantheon.org/articles/i/icarus.html on July 27,2011 @ 6:32 pm
Icarus was the son of the inventor Daedalus and a slave named Naucrate. King Minos of Crete imprisoned Daedalus and Icarus in the Labyrinth to punish Daedalus for helping the hero Theseus to kill the monster called the Minotaur and to escape with Minos' daughter, Ariadne. Daedalus knew that Minos controlled any escape routes by land or sea, but Minos could not prevent an escape by flight. So Daedalus used his skills to build wings for himself and Icarus. He used wax and string to fasten feathers to reeds of varying lengths to imitate the curves of birds' wings.
When their wings were ready, Daedalus warned Icarus to fly at medium altitude. If he flew too high, the sun could melt the wax of his wings, and the sea could dampen the feathers if he flew too low.
Once they had escaped Crete, Icarus became exhilarated by flight. Ignoring his father's warning, he flew higher and higher. The sun melted the wax holding his wings together, and the boy fell into the water and drowned. Daedalus looked down to see feathers floating in the waves, and realized what had happened. He buried his son on an island which would be called Icaria, and the sea into which Icarus had fallen would ever after be called the Icarian Sea (between the Cyclades and Asia Minor).
Now, im wonderin' how our "PROMISE" is related to ICARUS.
Icarus
by Martha Thompson
retrieved from: http://www.pantheon.org/articles/i/icarus.html on July 27,2011 @ 6:32 pm
Icarus was the son of the inventor Daedalus and a slave named Naucrate. King Minos of Crete imprisoned Daedalus and Icarus in the Labyrinth to punish Daedalus for helping the hero Theseus to kill the monster called the Minotaur and to escape with Minos' daughter, Ariadne. Daedalus knew that Minos controlled any escape routes by land or sea, but Minos could not prevent an escape by flight. So Daedalus used his skills to build wings for himself and Icarus. He used wax and string to fasten feathers to reeds of varying lengths to imitate the curves of birds' wings.
When their wings were ready, Daedalus warned Icarus to fly at medium altitude. If he flew too high, the sun could melt the wax of his wings, and the sea could dampen the feathers if he flew too low.
Once they had escaped Crete, Icarus became exhilarated by flight. Ignoring his father's warning, he flew higher and higher. The sun melted the wax holding his wings together, and the boy fell into the water and drowned. Daedalus looked down to see feathers floating in the waves, and realized what had happened. He buried his son on an island which would be called Icaria, and the sea into which Icarus had fallen would ever after be called the Icarian Sea (between the Cyclades and Asia Minor).
Now, im wonderin' how our "PROMISE" is related to ICARUS.
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