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Repeated Again

“In wilderness I sense the miracle of
life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia”

That wilderness is found even without
the presence of drugs. For the past years, there has been a lot of fights
against this seemingly, “invulnerable” ego. The ego of drug abuse. It has been
from generation to generation from every leader or another. It’s been morally,
intellectually, religiously and scientifically discussed but never has it been
stopped completely. It has been centuries but no one has ever proved it wrong.

And the silence is made to look back.

We have killed millions. You have
killed trillions just because of the kindly unspoken words to fight against
this hostility. Till then, there’s still that inhibition and doubt in me that
this text of mine would even instill in you. This instinct. These meek words.

Don’t ever be intimidated of the
arrows beneath and beyond you. Take a step forward and fight against that
strong fortress before you.

Well as they say on and on. Beneath
that problem there’s a solution and we have to use them step by step. Firstly,
let’s cite the causes of drug abuse. For years the number one cause of this is
peer pressure. The pressure that is instilled to a person so that he or she may
receive conformity from who he or she believes to be friends with. Being “in”
for short. Aside from that, the causes are as follows: (a) entertainment, (b)
family problems, (c) showing off, (d) to act as grown up, (e) boredom, (f)
rebellion, (g) parental indifference and others. Secondly let as assimilate
solutions for each problem: the following are based on personal opinions and
insights only. For peer pressure the simple solution for that is changing your
friends. Friends are the people who are supposed to guide you through the rocks
of life, and choosing the right ones is always one big step though life. True
friends are never true if they don’t know what exactly is good for you. For
entertainment: outlets are always good but inculcate in your mind that DRUGS
are never sources of entertainment. Try and find for simple resorts. For family
problems: face them and never be intimidated to be involved; you as a person
always have the rights to speak up for yourself, whatever community you belong
to. For those who just simply show off: always remember that the light is
behind you and the materials you need for improvement is just in front of you;
what you need to do is to put the light in front of you. For those who use drugs
just because they want to act grown up: life is a highway and try your best
liking to ride on it. Go on the way. The right way. For those who use drugs for
boredom: find for more outlets, like recreational activities and charitable
acts. Do something for a cause. Lastly for those who abuse drugs for rebellion:
think about it, it’s never too late to decide. You have about a lifetime to at
least realize that everyone is on you side and whether or not your parents are
the most peculiar parents in the world, the only thing I can say is that.
Refuge isn’t always in the palms of who you think you can rely on. There in the
hands of the creator, our God. For in him, if you ask then you will be heard.

And as the noise come back to life;
it’s always been a nuisance to look forward to the future.

Think about it. Fight against.

Indulge. Influence. Inculcate.
Innervate. Envision.

Article: Review
Writer: Rhomeljustein Redoble
About: Review on the movie I am Legend; pertaining on the Advantages and Disadvantages of Genetic Engineering.
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It is RANDOM, USUAL and most especially PREDICTABLE to read papers full of scribbles about a little summary of the movie, “I am Legend”. Well, for me it is also ineffective to not show the readers of this review a little preview of the movie; and by this I would like to start this paper with a touch of RANDOMNESS by showing its plot.

“and it began,” the words are heard echoing on the TV screen as the movie “I am Legend” starts to role. Well, it’s been a while that I’ve seen these kinds of movies:

Well a kind with that of the “Resident Evil Trilogy.”

Words we’re “pre – dubbed” in the beginning of the movie to enhance its technicality and then started with an interview. A newspaper interview with Dr. Kripper, a woman who discovered the cure to cancer. And as the story progresses it cuts into a blank New York City, where only Dr. Robert Neville seem to live ALONE. Well, not exactly alone it’s just that all other people we’re infected with this man made virus and Dr. Neville’s goal is to find its cure.

Let’s cut right there and thrill ourselves to the climax.

Now let’s ponder into a deeper topic. An essential detail of the movie:
It’s “MESSAGE”

Often times, people think of movies as parts of their entertainment habit. Well, it may seem to: but there’s just a part of it that it shares to us. As if it wants to relay a message and it is our choice whether we choose to listen and decipher them for ourselves. And for me:

I choose to listen to it.

For me, the main theme of the movie is to partake into a solution we’ve been studying for the past years, and that is “the cure to cancer.” Well, as it is relayed, cancer is healed through this genetic change in a virus that changes it into a cure, but then the cure seemed as if it could be a “DESTROYER,” rather than a CREATOR. An opinion very well associated on the movie.

It seems as if it could be “GENERAL” in thought but if you seek for its “EXACT” reasons, they are actually enumerated into a very “APPREHENSIVE” manner.

A manner that could lead us into agreeing in a very important saying:

”Never count your eggs while they aren’t hatched.”

It has always been our dream to seek for a very essential cure to what we believe is incurable, and who would not be proud of showing it to the world? Showing the world how “A” mind changed everything.

But there will always be mistakes on a priced possession and that is IGNORANCE.

Ignorance for having been forgetful to possess the character of open – mindedness and humility to at least accept changes. Ignorance for having been careless of study and lastly ignorance for having been neglectful of remembering that every thing needs: long term study. Even if it has been done, that’s just where you should begin: “that even if the caterpillar thinks it is the END, the master calls a BUTTERFLY”. A very valuable lesson you could infer from the movie’s message.

“Look daddy it’s a butterfly!” A line I could never forget. A mind-blowing statement that I never thought to have been very useful. Well as it ends it will always tell us that it’s a good thing Robert Neville realized where the cure really is and most especially he decided to “SACRIFICE,” A sacrifice that clearly made him a “LEGEND.”

On the other hand. I’d like to present my opinion on the “SCIENTIFIC” side of the movie.

Clearly, I find it really hard to veer from one opinion from another and it frightens me to be inaccurate. So I’d like to comment in general terms to the movie.

GENETICS: is clearly one good reason why there was a cure and it served to be the pave way to the said breakthrough, but there has always been inaccuracy on these methods that led them to danger and animosity.

Well, we all know for sure that EVERYTHING has there flaws and mistakes. Even if the nature of science contradicts it. Genetics for a great example is one good picture of it. Altering different laws of Genetics is really breaking through it and for sure, it will always alter not only genetics but man itself.

Altering a man’s construction is like rebuilding a building. Renovating every piece of filth you see on it. And in the end, it shows you great results but as you go further you see more mistakes.

Remember, NOTHING pleases you and the more you seek to find for changes the more you end up having none.

It is neither wrong nor false to dream of a scientific breakthrough such as the thing portrayed on the movie. But never is it right to focus on a fact but not pursuing to study its larger scope.

“If one discovers something for the world. Its scope should be the world, not just simply pertaining to more than 10,000 people. Remember that the world is made up of trillions and billions of people:

People of great differences. People with one unique scope of themselves”

Focus on the study. Focus on the scientific method.

And if one wishes to break through the world’s genetics. One should always break through everyone else’s. Just like how Gregor Mendel break through the peas’.

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This is a story from Reader’s Digest and I love it soo much!!

I Am Alive

For
the first time, an insider tells the harrowing story of surviving 72 days in
the

Andes

.

"Where
Is My Mother?"

On October 13, 1972, a plane carrying young Nando
Parrado and his Uruguayan rugby teammates crashed in the

Andes

mountain range. It’s amazing that anyone survived at all, with temperatures
well below zero and given their precarious location. But many of them did, with
some badly injured. In this excerpt from his book — featured in the June 2006
issue of Reader’s Digest — Parrado, for the first time, explains how
grave his condition was and what he and his fellow teammates had to endure in
order to survive.

I lay unconscious, my face covered in blood and black bruises, my head swollen
to the size of a basketball. Though my surviving teammates took my pulse and
were surprised my heart was still beating, my condition seemed so grave that
they gave up on me.

The Fairchild’s battered fuselage had come to rest at about 12,000 feet on a
snow-packed glacier flowing down the eastern slope of a massive, ice-crusted
mountain. Thirteen passengers died. That left 32 of us still alive, some badly
wounded. Teammate Arturo had two broken legs; Enrique’s stomach was impaled by
a six-inch steel tube. Others had head injuries. Uninjured survivors became
workers, helping to free trapped passengers.

On my third day lying in a black and perfect silence, a light appeared, a thin
gray smear, and I rose out of the darkness like a diver slowly swimming to the
surface. Gustavo, one of my teammates, was crouching beside me, pressing snow
to my lips. "Here, Nando, are you thirsty?" he said.

The cold snow burned my throat as I swallowed, but my body was so parched I
gobbled it in lumps and begged for more. I heard soft moans and cries of pain
around me. Full of questions as my head cleared, I motioned Gustavo closer.
"Where is my mother?" I asked. "Where is Susy?"

His face betrayed no emotion. "Get some rest. You’re very weak."

I lay shivering on the plane’s floor, listening for my sister’s voice and
glancing about for my mother, even as my head throbbed. When I reached up to
touch the crown of my head, I felt rough ridges of broken bone beneath
congealed blood and a spongy sense of give. My stomach heaved: It was shattered
pieces of my skull against the surface of my brain.

When Gustavo came by again with more snow, I grabbed his sleeve. "Where
are they, Gustavo? Please."

He looked into my eyes and must have seen I was ready. "Nando, you must be
strong. Your mother is dead." Then he added gently, pointing to the rear
of the airplane, "Your sister is over there. She’s hurt very badly."

Panic and grief exploded in my heart, but a lucid, detached voice said, Do not
cry. Tears waste salt. You’ll need salt to survive.

I was astounded. Not cry for my mother, for the greatest loss of my life? I’m
stranded, I’m freezing, my sister may be dying, my skull is in pieces. I should
not cry? I heard the voice again: Do not cry.

"There is more," Gustavo said. "Panchito is dead. Guido
too."

Sobs gathered in my throat, but before I could surrender, the voice spoke once
more: They are gone. Look forward. Think clearly. You will survive.

I now had an urgent desire to reach my sister. I rolled onto my stomach and
started dragging myself on my elbows. When my strength gave out and my head
slumped to the floor, someone lifted me.

And there, lying on her back, was Susy. Traces of blood were on her brow; her
face had been washed. My friends helped me lie down beside her, and as I
wrapped my arms around her, I whispered, "I’m here, Susy. It’s
Nando."

She turned and looked at me with her caramel-colored eyes, but her gaze was so
unfocused I couldn’t be sure she knew it was me. I wrapped myself around her to
protect her from the cold and lay with her for hours. In the chaos of that
broken plane, stranded in the

Andes

, there was
nothing else I could do. I thought of my father’s old advice to me: "Be
strong, Nando. Be smart. Make your own luck. Take care of the people you
love."

I told Susy, "Don’t worry. They will find us. They will bring us
home."

In those early days, all of us believed that rescue was our only chance of
survival. We had to believe it. As the afternoon wore on, the frigid air took
on an even sharper edge. The others found sleeping places in the fuselage and
braced for misery. Soon the darkness was absolute, and the cold closed in on us
like the jaws of a vise. I suffered through the night, breath by frozen breath.
When I felt I couldn’t stand it any longer, I drew Susy closer. The thought
that I was comforting her kept me sane.

Five days later, on our eighth day in the mountain, I was lying with my arm
around my sister when I saw the worried look fade from her face. Her breathing
grew shallow; then it stopped. "Oh God, Susy. Please, no!" I cried.

My chest heaved with sobs. But I did not cry. Tears waste salt.

I made a silent vow to my father, who I knew was waiting for me. I will
struggle. I will come home. I promise you, I will not die here!

Staving
Off Starvation

Twenty-seven survivors now remained of the original 45
aboard. For drinking water, we melted snow; to keep ourselves as warm as
possible, we slept side by side at night, breathing each other’s breath.

One morning around this time, after Marcelo, the captain of our rugby team,
decisively led us to pool the little food we had — a few chocolate bars, some
nuts and crackers, dried fruit, small jars of jam and a few bottles of liquor
– I found myself standing outside the fuselage. I was looking down at the
single chocolate-covered peanut in my palm.

The shattered fragments of my skull had been knitting themselves together;
somehow, I was healing. Yet nothing was ordinary. The mountains were forcing me
to change; my mind was growing colder and simpler. Our supplies had been
exhausted. This peanut was the last bit of food I would be given, and I was
determined to make it last. That day, I slowly sucked the chocolate off the
peanut and then saved it in the pocket of my slacks.

The next day I separated the peanut halves, slipping one half back into my
pocket and placing the other half in my mouth. I sucked gently on the peanut
for hours, allowing myself only a nibble now and then. I did the same the day
after that. When I’d finally nibbled the peanut down to nothing, there was no
food left to eat at all.

At 12,000 feet or higher, the body’s caloric needs are astronomical. A climber
scaling any of the mountains around the crash site would have required as many
as 10,000 calories a day to maintain his current body weight. We weren’t
climbing, but still, our caloric requirements were much higher than usual. Even
before our rations had run out, we’d never consumed more than a few hundred
calories a day. Now, our intake was down to zero. Where once we’d been sturdy
and vigorous young men, many of us in peak physical shape, I saw my friends
growing thin and drawn.

In desperation, we tried eating strips of leather torn from our luggage. We
ripped open seat cushions hoping for straw, but found only upholstery foam.

I kept coming to the same conclusion: Until we were rescued, there was nothing
here but aluminum, plastic, ice and rock. Sometimes I would rise and shout in
frustration, "There’s nothing in this f - - - - - - plane to eat!"

But of course there was food on the mountain. It was as near as the bodies of
the dead lying outside the fuselage under a thin layer of frost. It puzzles me
that despite my compulsive drive to find anything edible, I ignored for so long
the obvious presence of the only edible objects within a hundred miles. Some
lines, I suppose, the mind is slow to cross.

It was late afternoon when my gaze fell on the leg wound of a boy near me. I
could not stop looking at it. Then I met the gaze of some others who had also
been staring. In shame, we read each other’s thoughts and glanced away. But
something had happened. I’d recognized human flesh as food.

I knew those bodies represented our only hope of survival, but I was so
horrified that I kept my feelings quiet. Finally I couldn’t stay silent any
longer. One night in the darkness, I confided in Carlitos, who was lying beside
me in the dark. "Are you awake?" I whispered to him.

"Yes," he muttered. "Who can sleep in this freezer?"

"Are you hungry?"

Carlitos cursed. "What do you think? I haven’t eaten in days."

"We’re going to starve here," I said. "I don’t think the
rescuers will find us in time. But I will not die here. I will make it
home."

"Nando, you are too weak."

"I’m weak because I haven’t eaten."

"But what can you do? There’s no food here."

"There is food," I answered. "You know what I mean."

Carlitos shifted in the darkness, but said nothing.

"I will cut meat from the pilot," I whispered. "He’s the one who
put us here; maybe he will help us get out."

Carlitos cursed again.

"Our friends don’t need their bodies anymore," I said.

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Before I state my appraisal to this
reflective essay, I intend to express a little summary of it. This essay is
about the story of a survivor of a plane crash, whose courage led him to
survival. For days of suffering in pain for the loss of his mother and friends.
He faces the reality of “living for himself” and crosses paths to the actions
of those who entail in a gamble of life: a game called “survival of the
fittest.”

Now for my critique:

From a roster of different reflective
essays, so far this has been the best that I have read. Aside from its
technical structure, this essay is indeed something very dramatic and
mysterious. Its forte seems to have a little touch of “thrill” for there are
certain scenes properly visualized in a very concrete manner by its author.

In addition this essay is also a very
good example of one which shows the different narrative techniques on writing a
good reflective essay.

Firstly, the way the author cite the
names of significant people and places on the text simply enhances his emotions
and the interests of the readers.

Secondly, the way the author uses his
words and senses seem to stimulate our minds that it makes us visualize of the
same scene on the text.

Thirdly, the author uses dialogues in
a proper manner that it expresses a much more complete detail of the scene.

Likewise he expresses more in a
manner of interior monologues found on certain parts of his narration that
enhances not only the plot but is a very good technique to express what he
really feels on the same day his experience happened.

Lastly, the way he expresses insights
like the way he shouldn’t be crying or the way he should look forward, simply
instills to us his objectives on revealing his story.

Indeed it is a well made essay.
Dramatic, insightful and very heartfelt.

the depth of everlasting sadness…

strikethrough my wax heart…

u made me melt with aridness..

and left my tears…

merely in tart…

refrain:

take me out of this melancholy..

and bare a seed of happiness inside me…

accept the love i gave…

take me away baby…

chorus:

you kill the soul out of me…

it was just then fantasy..

i rily wished ud fol for me…

for i loved you endlessly…

*****

i am crumpled…

i am insane…

coz i gave u the love..

you never deserved…

but only one thing is for xur..

ur the only one…

who completes me…

(REPEAT REFRAIN and CHORUS)