Isinilang ako sa San pablo,Laguna noong Disiyembre 27,1994.Sabi nila isa raw akong mabait na batang babae kaya’t ang ipinangalan nila sa akin ay,Girlyn.Bunga ako ng mabuti at mabungang pagsasamahan ng mag-kabiyak na Salvador Baldovia Nacario tubong pili,camarines Sur at Marita Paglinawan Cañaveras mula naman sa Naga,Camarines Sur. Apat kaming magkakapatid,dalawa kaming babae at dalawa ring lalaki,na sa tingin ko ay may kanya-kanya kaming talentong taglay.
Naaala-ala ko pa noong bata pa ako,halos lahat ng aking mga kalaro ay mga lalaki ito ay sa kadahilanang kapag babae ang mga kasama ko ay inaaway ko lamang ang mga ito.hanggang sa nang pumasok na ko ng elementarya sa Paaralang Elementarya ng Sto.Niño,natutoi na kong makisalamuha sa mga babae .
Noong ako ay limang taon pa lamang, lumalaban na ako sa iba’t ibang paligsahan, kalimitan ditto ay sa larangan ng sayaw. Naalaala ko pa noong nanalo kami ng first place sa isang paligsahan sa sayaw sa aming baranggay.Dahil sa sobrang kasiyahan ,nasira ko ang tropeyong aming natanggap.Pero hindi doon nagtataposmarami pang laanan ng ibat;ibang uri ng sayaw ang aking nasalihan,may folk dance ,ballroom,cheerdance ,hiphop at modern dance.Naging masaya ako sa nakahiligan kong propesyn,dahilsa mura ko pang isipan ang akala ko ay laro lamang ang lahat.
Sa edad na 13 taong 2007, tumapak ako ng hayskul sa paaralang Col. Lauro D. Dizon Memorial National High School. Dito marami pang bagay ang aking natuklasan at maraming pagbabago ang naganap sa aking isipan at gawi dahil laking bukid ako, hindi ko alam ang pasikot sikot sa bayan kaya madalas nalliligaw ako. Pero kahit ganoon, hindi nagtagal, sa tulong ng mga mahal kong kaklase, natutunan ko ang bawat sulok ng bayan. Sa katunayan, mahigit dalawang buwan akong kasabay ng ate ko sa pagpasok at pag uwi.
Minsan naisip kong subukang ng mag isa, naglakad ako hanggang sa bayan, nang nasa kalagitnaan na ako, hindi ko na alam kung saan ako pupunta, hindi ko na rin alam kung paano bumalik sa skul kaya’t wala akong nagawa kundi magtanung. Sa awa ng diyos, natunton ko ang paradahan papunta sa Brgy. Sto. Niño, kung saan ako nakatira. Walang paglagyan ang aking kasiyahan, akala ko ay hindi na ako makakauwi.
Sa edad naman na 14, third year na ako noon, masasabi kong dalaga na ako. Natutunan ko kung paano umibig, na hindi ko naramdaman kahit naisip ko noong ako ay nasa elementarya palang. Humanaga ako sa isang fourth year student na masasabi kong nagging first love ko na. naging masaya ako sa araw-araw na magkakausap, magkakatext kami o Makita man lang siya naging inspirasyonko siya sa pag aaral. Kasama ng aking mga kaklase, sinusuportahan ko siya sa bawat paligsahan ng kanyang sasalihan, particular na sa mga dance contests at mga pageant, tulad ng campus sweetheart at iba pa. masaya ako dahil kahit mga kaklase ko ay malapit ang loob sa kanya.
Hanggang sa tumuntong ako sa fourth year, siya pa din hinahangaan ko. Palagi ko pa din siyang nakikita kahit na graduate na siya. Bukod sa kanyan, naging masaya din ako sa piling ng aking mga kaklase. Ngayong fourth year napatunayan ko ang kasabihang “save the last for the best”.
Kahit huling taon na sa hayskul, masasbi kong ito ang pinakamasaya at pinaka hindi ko malilimutan sa lahat, dahil sa hirap at ginhawa kasama ang buong scyber phoenix, sama sama naminh binuo ang isang masaya at hindi makakalimuttang mga pangyayari sa buhay ng lahat, sama sama naming nilalagpasan ang lahat ng mga pagsubok na dumaraan sa amin. Sa oras na mayroon akong problema, nanadyan silang lahat upang suportahan ako at tulungan. Naging masaya ako sa araw araw na kasama ko sila. Kahit anong lungkot na nararamdaman ko, mula sa mga problema n gaming pamilya, sa tuwing pumapasok ako sa paaralan at nakikita ko ang mga masasaya nilang mukha. Nalilimutan ko lahat ng mga problemang ito. Pakiramdam ko kapag kasama ko ang buong scyber phoenix, walang problemang at pagsubok na hindi naming kayang lampas an at wala ring bagay ang makapgpapalungkot sa mga masasayanilang mukha. Kahit anong hirap ng exam, kahit ma-zero kami dinadaan na lang naming ang lahat sa biro at hindi kami nawawalan ng ng pag asa. Lagging inilalagay naming sa aming isipan na babawi kami at hindi na ito mauulit.
Naging simple lang ang buhay ko araw araw, kahit minsan ay nanganganib akong hindi makapasok dahil sa wala akong pamasahe papuntang skul. Patuloy pa din akong hindi nawawalan ng pag asa.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Futuristic Story
On a dark but sunny evening in New York City
“There he is again, that old familiar face. I’ve got you under my skin,” Flip muttered as he looked up at the rotating billboard of Raul the Automotive King, the man who revolutionized the design and usage of cars, the man who took what had become an ancient relic of a bygone era and turned it into an inter-dimensional time portal, a supreme form of leisure for the rich and famous.
Flip was neither rich nor famous. Yet he was making quite a name for himself at Barlahan’s Design Factory, where each designer attempted to create an image that had never been designed before. Flip himself had already pieced together two original designs, which he drew together from trinkets of civilizations. This had won him some recognition from Barlahan himself, even inspiring Barlahan to send Flip to theMuseum of Archaic Novelties where Flip gazed at pieces of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and tracings of old cave paintings from Lascaux before it had been turned into a weapons arsenal.
Yes, Flip was making quite a name for himself. And that meant parties, endless parties, where Flip showed off his growing talent for competitive conversation. Despite the temporary diversion these parties offered, Flip often left at the end of the night feeling empty and far from home. As the days grew hotter and the red sun blazed down, this emptiness only intensified, until Flip began to feel like a shadow of a man he may or may not have been at one time.
It was on the way to one of these parties that Flip stumbled upon another infamous billboard, this one larger and more frantic than the others. Raul the Automotive King seemed absolutely pensive with anticipation. His eyes pored into Flip’s eyes, so like his that it felt like looking in a mirror. It was then that Flip dropped to his knees in front of the billboard as the Automotive King’s mouth formed a vague word repeatedly that Flip could not quite decipher. Flip felt his knees on the hard dusty ground and heard strains of Billie Holiday coming from a side street café.
“I know what I must do. I have to find him.” Flip stared transfixed at this enigma, as drones of people passed him by, speaking into their electronic devices about their material possessions, all tuned to a dying light. It was among this throng that Flip felt a flicker of electricity in his heart that was wired to his eyes that were cosmically entrenched in the taunting eyes of the dutiful Automotive King, the one who transformed life and transportation beyond recognition.
Flip rose to his feet with a sense of purpose he had not felt at the design studio or anywhere else for a long time. Drawn by a magnetic force, Flip found his way to the train station where an old steam engine catapulted its way into Detroit, where Flip knew he would find the Automotive King, who had built his own thriving empire in this once populated city of old.
Flip settled into a rickety seat on the train, closed his eyes, and opened them to see a spectral blond cowboy with pinprick eyes staring into his, slowly shaking his head in Flip’s direction. Suddenly the lights went out in the train, obscuring the cowboy and inducing Flip to sleep for the duration of the journey.
FinallyDetroit
Detroit
As Flip delved deeper into the heart ofDetroit
“We are the Valentines,” the two men spoke importantly to Flip. “What is your business here with the one and only Automotive King?”
Flip considered this question and answered honestly. “Well, gentlemen, I believe it is a matter of life or death.”
The Valentines seemed put off by this nakedly honest response. The smaller Valentine stood on his toes to whisper to the tall one. They conferred like this for a few minutes, all the while eyeing Flip. Finally the tall one nodded.
“All right. We will let you through,” the small one spoke at last, holding the wrought-iron gate open for Flip. The twins watched Flip as he calmly passed them by.
The splendors of the kingdom lay before Flip. A huge sprawling white structure with multiple entrances and windows, surrounded by decorational fountains and statues all illuminated by the starlit sky. Flip stopped for a moment under the shade of a flowering tree before deciding which door to enter. The one he finally settled on was an intricate affair of pure gold.
Inside the door lay an immaculate black and white tiled hallway, which seemed to stretch forward endlessly. Finally Flip reached a room, a rectangular room with a centrally placed screen. All was pristine white save the large all-knowing blank screen. Quite suddenly, the screen lit up with grey fuzz that after a few minutes seemed to dissolve over Flip and lure him into its intricate play of grey on grey microcosmic flashes. And then once Flip was sure he would fall into the spell of persistent irrational activity, the fuzz snapped away only to be replaced by the face of the Automotive King who was dressed seriously in a white linen shirt, gazing at Flip with thoughtful sincerity.
“I’m glad you came,” the Automotive King spoke quietly. “I’ve been waiting for you. For quite some time.” His drawl was slow and measured. “And here you are. Lovely.”
Flip sensed an impending menace behind he Automotive King’s soothing veneer of calm. The hairs on Flip’s arms started to stand uncomfortably brushing against his royal blue shirt.
“I just wanted…” Flip stopped and began again. “I just wanted to see… to see why, why…”
“Finish.”
“Why I feel like you are watching me, and only me, when I see your billboards. And why…” This was the hard part. “Why I feel you look like me, just like me.”
The Automotive King stared at Flip in expectation and then broke out into sudden and shrill laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Flip asked, displeased at being on the outside of a joke, or worse, being the butt of the joke.
“Nothing. Nothing’s funny exactly. It’s just…” The Automotive King’s face turned thoughtful again. “You are so young, so young.”
Suddenly the King’s face looked intently behind Flip.
“The door.” He pointed a finger in that direction.
Flip turned to see what was once the door seal itself off into an impenetrable porcelain white expanse of wall.
“What are you doing?” Flip raised his voice in nervous excitement and backed towards the no-longer-door. “Let me out of here!”
“Calm down, Calm down,” the image of the Automotive King stood up and began pacing. “Calm down. You are right where you need to be. Right where you have been heading all of your known days.” He sat back down quietly.
Flip began to feel something stirring within him. He began to imagine designs, strong designs that had not been invented yet and he began to recognize this vague and nearly lost feeling. It was the sense of his own identity, a sense of the importance of his own being, his own self. He looked down at his hands and watched them seem to wake up. He looked up at the Automotive King’s image.
“I don’t belong here,” he verbalized his feelings with growing rage. “I. Don’t. Belong. HERE! You old fool, whoever you are!”
The Automotive King smiled an empty grin. “I am you, don’t you know.” The Automotive King began to look feverish as his image continued to pace across the screen. “I thought you would have figured it out by now. I am YOU. I died, in 2087. But before that I found you, you old fool. I drove my Cadillac,” a high shrill laugh, “I drove my Cadillac back to 2077 and grabbed you, just snatched you up as a baby, a wee little baby, and brought you here, ha, HERE, 2101, I dropped you in New York of course, I knew you would survive, because you are me, and if I can say anything about myself, I am resilient! I knew you would be fine, so I left you with no worry, and built my empire. The future has made me a king of me!” The Automotive King spread his arms wide. “And you are a pawn in my kingdom.”
“But you are DEAD!”
Don’t you know anything, Flip, little Flip. Images never die!”
Flip blinked his eyes with profound realization. He now knew what he had to do, what drove him to this madman’s temple. He narrowed his eyes, as he balled up his fist.
“Liar.Want to see what happens when the lights go out?” And with all his might, Flip smashed the screen into a million shimmering pieces of tinsel grey particles of dying light that flashed neon as they fell to the floor around Flip, leaving a vast breathing emptiness where the screen once was. Flip felt faint and knew he had to leave this crumbling empire of meaningless images.
He closed his eyes and jumped into the welcoming darkness. A cool air embraced him. He looked at nothing and felt nothing. Emptiness provided a fruitful palette of invented colors that were not yet visible to the human eye.
Detroit New York
Flip had never felt more alive and he had never felt more alone. But in his utter aloneness, in the emptiness he felt a completeness, a wholeness wash over him that propelled him confidently into the darkness.
“There he is again, that old familiar face. I’ve got you under my skin,” Flip muttered as he looked up at the rotating billboard of Raul the Automotive King, the man who revolutionized the design and usage of cars, the man who took what had become an ancient relic of a bygone era and turned it into an inter-dimensional time portal, a supreme form of leisure for the rich and famous.
Flip was neither rich nor famous. Yet he was making quite a name for himself at Barlahan’s Design Factory, where each designer attempted to create an image that had never been designed before. Flip himself had already pieced together two original designs, which he drew together from trinkets of civilizations. This had won him some recognition from Barlahan himself, even inspiring Barlahan to send Flip to the
Yes, Flip was making quite a name for himself. And that meant parties, endless parties, where Flip showed off his growing talent for competitive conversation. Despite the temporary diversion these parties offered, Flip often left at the end of the night feeling empty and far from home. As the days grew hotter and the red sun blazed down, this emptiness only intensified, until Flip began to feel like a shadow of a man he may or may not have been at one time.
It was on the way to one of these parties that Flip stumbled upon another infamous billboard, this one larger and more frantic than the others. Raul the Automotive King seemed absolutely pensive with anticipation. His eyes pored into Flip’s eyes, so like his that it felt like looking in a mirror. It was then that Flip dropped to his knees in front of the billboard as the Automotive King’s mouth formed a vague word repeatedly that Flip could not quite decipher. Flip felt his knees on the hard dusty ground and heard strains of Billie Holiday coming from a side street café.
“I know what I must do. I have to find him.” Flip stared transfixed at this enigma, as drones of people passed him by, speaking into their electronic devices about their material possessions, all tuned to a dying light. It was among this throng that Flip felt a flicker of electricity in his heart that was wired to his eyes that were cosmically entrenched in the taunting eyes of the dutiful Automotive King, the one who transformed life and transportation beyond recognition.
Flip rose to his feet with a sense of purpose he had not felt at the design studio or anywhere else for a long time. Drawn by a magnetic force, Flip found his way to the train station where an old steam engine catapulted its way into Detroit, where Flip knew he would find the Automotive King, who had built his own thriving empire in this once populated city of old.
Flip settled into a rickety seat on the train, closed his eyes, and opened them to see a spectral blond cowboy with pinprick eyes staring into his, slowly shaking his head in Flip’s direction. Suddenly the lights went out in the train, obscuring the cowboy and inducing Flip to sleep for the duration of the journey.
Finally
As Flip delved deeper into the heart of
“We are the Valentines,” the two men spoke importantly to Flip. “What is your business here with the one and only Automotive King?”
Flip considered this question and answered honestly. “Well, gentlemen, I believe it is a matter of life or death.”
The Valentines seemed put off by this nakedly honest response. The smaller Valentine stood on his toes to whisper to the tall one. They conferred like this for a few minutes, all the while eyeing Flip. Finally the tall one nodded.
“All right. We will let you through,” the small one spoke at last, holding the wrought-iron gate open for Flip. The twins watched Flip as he calmly passed them by.
The splendors of the kingdom lay before Flip. A huge sprawling white structure with multiple entrances and windows, surrounded by decorational fountains and statues all illuminated by the starlit sky. Flip stopped for a moment under the shade of a flowering tree before deciding which door to enter. The one he finally settled on was an intricate affair of pure gold.
Inside the door lay an immaculate black and white tiled hallway, which seemed to stretch forward endlessly. Finally Flip reached a room, a rectangular room with a centrally placed screen. All was pristine white save the large all-knowing blank screen. Quite suddenly, the screen lit up with grey fuzz that after a few minutes seemed to dissolve over Flip and lure him into its intricate play of grey on grey microcosmic flashes. And then once Flip was sure he would fall into the spell of persistent irrational activity, the fuzz snapped away only to be replaced by the face of the Automotive King who was dressed seriously in a white linen shirt, gazing at Flip with thoughtful sincerity.
“I’m glad you came,” the Automotive King spoke quietly. “I’ve been waiting for you. For quite some time.” His drawl was slow and measured. “And here you are. Lovely.”
Flip sensed an impending menace behind he Automotive King’s soothing veneer of calm. The hairs on Flip’s arms started to stand uncomfortably brushing against his royal blue shirt.
“I just wanted…” Flip stopped and began again. “I just wanted to see… to see why, why…”
“Finish.”
“Why I feel like you are watching me, and only me, when I see your billboards. And why…” This was the hard part. “Why I feel you look like me, just like me.”
The Automotive King stared at Flip in expectation and then broke out into sudden and shrill laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Flip asked, displeased at being on the outside of a joke, or worse, being the butt of the joke.
“Nothing. Nothing’s funny exactly. It’s just…” The Automotive King’s face turned thoughtful again. “You are so young, so young.”
Suddenly the King’s face looked intently behind Flip.
“The door.” He pointed a finger in that direction.
Flip turned to see what was once the door seal itself off into an impenetrable porcelain white expanse of wall.
“What are you doing?” Flip raised his voice in nervous excitement and backed towards the no-longer-door. “Let me out of here!”
“Calm down, Calm down,” the image of the Automotive King stood up and began pacing. “Calm down. You are right where you need to be. Right where you have been heading all of your known days.” He sat back down quietly.
Flip began to feel something stirring within him. He began to imagine designs, strong designs that had not been invented yet and he began to recognize this vague and nearly lost feeling. It was the sense of his own identity, a sense of the importance of his own being, his own self. He looked down at his hands and watched them seem to wake up. He looked up at the Automotive King’s image.
“I don’t belong here,” he verbalized his feelings with growing rage. “I. Don’t. Belong. HERE! You old fool, whoever you are!”
The Automotive King smiled an empty grin. “I am you, don’t you know.” The Automotive King began to look feverish as his image continued to pace across the screen. “I thought you would have figured it out by now. I am YOU. I died, in 2087. But before that I found you, you old fool. I drove my Cadillac,” a high shrill laugh, “I drove my Cadillac back to 2077 and grabbed you, just snatched you up as a baby, a wee little baby, and brought you here, ha, HERE, 2101, I dropped you in New York of course, I knew you would survive, because you are me, and if I can say anything about myself, I am resilient! I knew you would be fine, so I left you with no worry, and built my empire. The future has made me a king of me!” The Automotive King spread his arms wide. “And you are a pawn in my kingdom.”
“But you are DEAD!”
Don’t you know anything, Flip, little Flip. Images never die!”
Flip blinked his eyes with profound realization. He now knew what he had to do, what drove him to this madman’s temple. He narrowed his eyes, as he balled up his fist.
“Liar.Want to see what happens when the lights go out?” And with all his might, Flip smashed the screen into a million shimmering pieces of tinsel grey particles of dying light that flashed neon as they fell to the floor around Flip, leaving a vast breathing emptiness where the screen once was. Flip felt faint and knew he had to leave this crumbling empire of meaningless images.
He closed his eyes and jumped into the welcoming darkness. A cool air embraced him. He looked at nothing and felt nothing. Emptiness provided a fruitful palette of invented colors that were not yet visible to the human eye.
Flip had never felt more alive and he had never felt more alone. But in his utter aloneness, in the emptiness he felt a completeness, a wholeness wash over him that propelled him confidently into the darkness.
Clash of the Titans
Ang Clash of the Titans ay isang pelikulang pantasya ng 2010 na isang gawang muling pelikula ngkaparehong pangalan nito noong 1981. Ang gawang muling ito ay labis na nakabatay sa mitong Griyego ni Perseus. Idinerekta ni Louis Leterrier at pinangungunahan ni Sam Worthington, ang pelikula ay orihinal na tinakdang ilabas noong Marso 26, 2010. Subalit huling inihayag na ang pelikula ay papalitan at gagawing 3-D at inilabas noong Abril 2, 2010.
Mga Tauhan
§ Sam Worthington bilang Perseus,[3] ang bayani, pangunahing bida, at anak ni Zeus
§ Liam Neeson bilang Zeus,[3][8] ang pinuno ng mga diyos ng Bundok Olympus
§ Ralph Fiennes bilang Hades,[3] Diyos ng ilalim ng mundo at ang pangunahing kontrabida
§ Gemma Arterton bilang Io[3]
§ Alexa Davalos bilang Andromeda[3][9]
§ Izabella Miko bilang Athena[10]
§ Mads Mikkelsen bilang Draco, pinuno ng mga Praetorian Guard[3][11]
§ Jason Flemyng bilang Acrisius[3]
§ Danny Huston bilang Poseidon[12]
§ David Kennedy bilang Kepheus's General
§ Tamer Hassan bilang Ares
§ Pete Postlethwaite as Spyros[13]
§ Polly Walker bilang Cassiopeia
§ Luke Treadaway bilang Apollo
§ Nathalie Cox bilang Artemis
§ Nina Young bilang Hera
§ Kaya Scodelario bilang Peshet
§ Nicholas Hoult bilang Eusebios
§ Ian Whyte bilang Sheik Suleiman
§ Agyness Deyn bilang Aphrodite
§ Paul Kynman as Hephaestus
§ Alexander Siddig bilang Hermes
§ Charlotte Comer bilang Demeter
§ Jane March bilangs Hestia
§ Natalia Vodianova bilang Medusa
§ Hans Matheson bilang Ixas
§ Mouloud Achour bilang Kucuk
§ Liam Cunningham bilang Solon
§ Ross Mullan bilang Pemphredo
The History Of My Blog's Name
Four years ago, I enters dizon high to study, there,I meet my thirty five classmates who always makes me feel happy.In every contest and challenges we met ,we always work as one.We treat each other as brothers and sisters.The happiness and memories that we make everyday are not easy to forgot.The way we talk and communicate to each other,was a great evidence that we love and care to each other,in almost four years we are together.JOY…aside from these was the of one of my special friends,joy is what we have everyday,when we each other smiling and laughing with different crazy meanings.But, most of the times,we smile when our crushes pass in our corridor.Of course ,we feel that our day was completed when we saw them.
Also,we make each other laugh,by our funny and corny jokes.And sometimes it leads to what you call “PIKUNAN”..that laeds to a big quarrel or what we call,JANGLE.
Of course we cannot avoid having having jangle inside our class. That was always part of friendship life.J angle will be test how strong our friendship is. For me, if friendship doesn’t have any quarrel,it as abnormal.
One main cause of our jangle, was being so naughty that sometimes leads to misunderstanding.
Even we’re having jangle,we do not make any scandals like fighting.
Jangles occurs not only between my fellow classmates,but also between us and other sections.’Cause during our “MINI OLYMPICS”,we noticed that everyone want to hurt us.but we always leave it to god,’cause God knows everything.
On the otherhand, thank you for mini Olympics…SCYBER PHOENIX was borned from simple IV-science.
Through this blog,I awnt to give thanks to my beloved scyber phoenix,who build the better Girlyn.
I Am A Responsible Netizen
One of the most exciting educational aspects of using the Internet lies in its ability to open the classroom to the world. Learning about different countries and cultures becomes even more meaningful when students can easily communicate with people internationally. Communication via the Internet can occur in many different ways including email and chat rooms. Although the diverse nature of topics available on the Internet can enhance the learning experience, students need to be aware of safety issues when interacting with others online.
This chapter discusses the social nature of the Internet, focusing on topics such as Internet etiquette, confidentiality, and safety. It is important for students and teachers to be informed of these issues when using the Internet for telecommunications.
Guidelines for Internet safety
Although a valuable instructional tool in the classroom, the Internet does comes with some real dangers. Keeping in mind a few simple precautions will help protect students from potential dangers. It is important to supervise the students as they begin their journey on the Internet. One way to facilitate the students in their learning process is to provide safe and valuable sites. Emphasize to students that information on the Internet is posted by both reliable and unreliable sources.
Safety Tips for kids on the Internet
- Never give your name, address, phone number, photo, or password to someone you meet over the Internet.
- Never respond to email messages that are suggestive, obscene, belligerent, threatening, or make you feel uncomfortable.
- Report any email that makes you feel uncomfortable.
- Be careful when someone offers you something for nothing.
- Tell your teacher or parent right away if you come across any information that makes you feel uncomfortable.
- Never arrange a face-to-face meeting with someone you meet on the Internet.
- Remember that people online may not be who they seem.
- Get to know your "online friends" just as you get to know all of your other friends.
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