...February 2013 The Linguistics of My Face One look, one glance, one glimpse. One look can put fear within a soul, make the sun shine throughout a heart, or silence a voice. Once glance reveals everything I think, feel and judge. A person can navigate through my world, my brain-with simply one glimpse at my face. Facial expressions embody my language. Several muscles and bone compose my facial structure, working together, creating harmony. Transcribing a message, sending a message, and delivering a message, I verbalize my thoughts to others with one look. One look, one glance, one glimpse. One look, and my thoughts shoot across a room, searching for a companion. Telepathy is my language. The message is broadcasted, and decoded; thoughts are channeled about people, conversations, and attitudes. I evolve into a letter waiting for a reader. One look, one glance, one glimpse. One glance and emotions emit. A person can recognize every emotion I feel. Sadness lingers on my cheekbones like rain-falling from my sky. Happiness exploding from my eyes with the force of lightning striking my ground. Anger rages on my face like a hurricane thrashing on my shore. All the emotions devour my face, diminishing my world, and send mass messages to anyone sneaking a glance at me. One look, one glance, one glimpse. One glimpse, and my judgments emerge. My opinions escape from my face. Judgments occur subconsciously. Unwanted, my opinionated personality consumes my face. These prejudices transform ...
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...intentions of grasping a better idea of the soul. We have studied the works of neurosurgeons, famous philosophers, prominent poets, novelists, and the oral history of the ancient Israelites. Each one of these beautiful and intriguing works, whether biographical or philosophical, has given me a better idea of what the soul really is. At the beginning of the semester, I had a fairly strong idea of the soul, however I was sceptical of its existence. After reading Proof of Heaven, by Dr. Eben Alexander, I was confident that the soul was real. Now that it has come to the end of the semester, my idea of the soul has not dramatically changed, however it has greatly expanded. In the beginning of the school year, I thought that the soul is one’s true identity in its purest form and that when doing something one loves, you can get a glimpse at it. Today, I still believe the same, however my idea of the soul has developed into a larger understanding. After a semester in Heaven or Hell, I have a better understanding of the soul due to the insights I have gained from Socrates, Dr. Eben Alexander, and Dante Alighieri. After being exposed to these new theories I now believe in the...
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...Prelude Call to Worship: “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up their wings as eagles; they shall run, and be weary, and they shall walk, and not faint. Hymn of Celebration When Peace Like A River When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. Refrain: It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul. But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord! Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul! Opening Prayer Leader A Review Of One’s Life * As a grandson Kyle Abrigana Maninantan * As a Brother Valentin Alisbo * As an Aunt * As a Friend Musical Offering from Her Children Messages Of Comfort & Challenges * From the Scripture * Thru the Interpreted Words Pastor Reynold R. Sarmiento Prayer Of Comfort ...
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...That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” Death is convinced to be many things, in The Book Thief, he is the narrator of the story. In the poem Its Death Again, he is a ghoul in a hood standing and stalking. “It’s Death again - He’s always there - Watching, waiting - e’er the stare! Every time I look behind or reach to pull the window blind, I catch a glimpse of grubby hood…” The death in The Book Thief however. Describes himself differently. He describes himself almost human like, a person with a heart....
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...A Glimpse to a Rear Soul I have a peculiar dream last night. As I was walking on a winding dim road, a mysterious voice started to echo at my back. I rummage around and stunned to see a simple lady in a bright yellow dress. In her dusky silky short hair, black alluring eyes, deep dimples in her left rosy cheeks and her tan smooth skin that seems too fragile to touched, she is simply incredible. She drew closer to me and smiled. She told me humorous stories as if we were sisters. I bet she came from a wealthy and religious family for she seems equipped with vast fidelity and moral ethics. That she exists within her visions to triumph. She’s deeply in love with God for His words are her path to light. She has a boundless thanks and kisses to her mom and dad. She described her friends like a shining diamond for they are worthless. I thought she is just a face of perfection but I was wrong. She told me her sufferings and how did she encompasses those trials that mould her psyche. As she talked, I stared at her eyes; I could see her determination to progress as an individual and the strength within her. Then suddenly she stop chatting, ‘’ Why are looking at me?’’, she query. ‘’It seems that you are so familiar to me?’’, I input. She just grinned, rapidly hugged me and whispered to my ear, ’’Because I know you more than anyone else in the world’’. Cring! The clock suddenly rung suddenly I was back to reality. I stand in front of the mirror, and Whoa! I accurately catch a glimpse of...
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...the oven shines on my face throughout the day while the smell of burning flesh invades my senses(nose). As the pile of bodies dissipates the smell of burning flesh elevates. The bodies speed by me as I throw them in the oven; I try not to look at their faces. Men, women, children and babies: the process is indiscriminate. Any body that's in the pile is a body that belongs in the oven. The occasional glimpse of a familiar face: a neighbor, a co-worker and even my own family members. But there is no time to feel remorse. There is no time to slowdown. My life is Groundhog Day and there is no way to escape. When the moon shines through a window the once body covered floor can be seen. My section of the body piles has been burned. Teeth and bone pieces can be seen in the huge ash pile. I try to rid the visions from my eyes. I try to drown out the voices in my head asking: how can you be so self-controlled, stoic and apathetic while throwing human beings into a fiery furnace? How does it feel to be one of the lucky strong men chosen to lift the dead bodies and toss them into the fire?...
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...Israfel "Israfel" is a mesmerizing poem, the beginning of which was first set down by Poe during his days at West Point College. (Allen 233) The poem itself is a direct contrast to Poe's usual poetry, which usually deal with death and dark thoughts or other melancholy, Gothic ideas. Poe's idea of the death of beautiful woman being the most poetical of all topics is here, nowhere to be found. This proves that Poe, when so inclined, could indeed write about something other than opium induced nightmares and paranoid grieving men who are frightened to death by sarcastic, talkative, ravens. Besides "Israfel", Poe's other poetry, "To Helen", as well as "Annabel Lee" and others, are virtually unrecognizable to the everyday reader as being works by Edgar Allan Poe. His name is usually associated with his tales of horror and the macabre. His one poem, "The Raven", a work which deals with a mans steady decline into madness, is probably his most recognizable piece of poetry. A situation, which I feel is unfortunate, considering that the aforementioned are in most cases the equal to "The Raven." Scholars have bestowed upon Edgar Allan Poe, the mantle of "horror writer" a crown which does him a great injustice considering the great variety of works that he wrote and the passion which drove him during his writing. It is this passion that is evident in "Israfel." The Poem itself draws heavily on Arabian and Oriental literature, subjects which fascinated Poe.(Allen 249) Supernatural elements...
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...Aguilar, Kryztelle Mae P. World Literature AB Psychology 05/08/2015 About the Author Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) remains Italy's greatest poet. He was born in the city of Florence, in the region of Tuscany, Italy in the spring of 1265. He wrote the Divine Comedy(Commedia) from 1308 to 1320, completing the work the year before he died. The Divine Comedy is one of literature's boldest undertakings, as Dante takes us through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and then reaches Heaven (Paradiso), where he is permitted to partake of the Beatific Vision. Dante's journey serves as an allegory of the progress of the individual soul toward God. While Dante was critical of the Catholic Church as an institution, his writings remained faithful to his schooling by the Dominicans, where he learned the theology of St. Thomas Aquinas (1224-1274). The Divine Comedy signaled the beginning of the Renaissance. The Commedia by Dante had everlasting impact on Italy, for the Tuscan dialect became the literary language of Italy. He died in political exile in Ravenna, Italy in September 1321. The Divine Comedy 1308-1320 INFERNO "Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood. How shall I say what wood that was! I never saw so drear, so rank, so arduous a wilderness! Its very memory gives a shape to fear. Death could scarce be more bitter than that place! But since it came...
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...by the heartbreak that consumed my soul and led me to my grave. Perhaps I was just waiting. (Dramatic pause) Waiting forever to hear the voice of my one beloved. The one man I lived for, and could not live without. I heard his cry from far away, raging against the night time wind. (light goes off Cathy and onto Heathcliff. Thunder and rain effects) ‘Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then!’ (Light goes back onto Cathy) As I heard his voice, (lightning effects) it was like a lightning bolt, shocking my soul back into consciousness. And once again, I could feel my mind becoming lucid, and blissful memories flooded my soul with joy and filled my body back with life. I recalled the day the scowling ‘gypsy’ boy came knocking, black faced and refusing to speak. I remembered the countless days he and I spent wandering the moors, holding each other passionately whilst the cold damp breeze blew our matted hair into wild flurries. Those were the times I lived for, as the rest of the world was so pale in comparison. Then I remembered how I threw it all away, all for pretty embroidered garments and bone china tea cups. I curse the day I accepted a marriage, to the man who was not him. I curse the day I threw open the door and told him to leave. As these memories came, I cried out as they burned through me, (orange and red fiery lighting) drowning me with self-hatred and fire. And then, through my hell, I once again heard his voice...
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...the dark has more meaning to it than one would see at first glimpse. Before I got my eye put out also displays a view that isn’t directly shown. We grow accustomed to the dark is a piece that describes how we tend to get used to the darkness. The message taken from this piece is that many of us struggle through tough times and we don’t like change so we are all stuck in the dark after tragedy. But many fail to see it’s a bright side which is why many fail to see the light. But once we see the light your life begins to become easier. When light is put away we grow accustomed to the dark which means once our happiness is stolen from...
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...looking within herself and discovering that her soul is without a home. Moving from an inward glimpse to an outward sweep, she recognizes that even millionaires suffer from this modern malaise and live lonely lives whit “heart of stone”. Finally she warns her readers to listen carefully and change the direction of their lives. Moreover she says human race must break down barriers and rescue one another from loneliness. The only cure, Angelou says, is to acknowledge common interests and work toward common goals. Interpretation: When I found and read this poem, I just thought about title “Alone”, because this word made me remember my first year in the United States. At that time, I just worked for money because I wanted to keep my study. So I didn’t have enough time to meet friends for sharing my loneliness at all. Indeed, my English skill was so poor. I though that Americans would laugh at me, if I spoke with funny pronounce. That made me lonelier. Every night, after work, I could not sleep so I went out and walked on the street for 2hours. Now I am thinking that I was alone in the world. Almost the end of my first year in the United States, I met a friend who became my best friend. He understood my loneliness and he talked to me so many times. Moreover, he introduced me to his family. His parents treated me as their sons. After that I could overcome my loneliness. Sometimes, I meet people who have loneliness as I had. I tell them my story and I try to be a friends. Analysis: ...
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...Looking deep into the two passages, “The Lottery “and “El Olvido “you are given a glimpse into just how powerful culture is to an individual. The Lottery gives you an almost welcoming feeling, I mean who would not find excitement coming across a raffle where it feels like a worthy prize is to be awarded to the lucky soul that is chosen, they even take the term “It is to die for “to an extremely literal meaning. El Olvido was more subtle in my opinion, It was expressed like you were being taken through a historical setting where they speak to you about never forgetting who you originally are, then it eventually dawns on you towards the end that Olvido is pretty much oblivion where attempting to break off from your origin will only lead you down...
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...have been dealt in life. When I was four years old my mom and dad got a divorce. My mother, one of the most inspirational rocks in in my life took on the responsibility of raising me and three of my siblings. This was a pretty rough circumstance and I took it and ran with it, I fell victim to it. My mom tried to inspire us children, she didn’t only offer verbal inspiration, but she also let her actions speak for what she was trying to convey to us. She, herself went to LCC, on top of working multiple jobs. She tried to show, through her actions that we children didn’t have to be victims of our circumstances. I was just too young to grasp what she was trying to show me. At ten years old I began drinking alcohol, I tried marijuana for the first time at eleven years old, and I also had my stomach pumped due to alcohol poisoning that same year of age. I was accepting my circumstances. This behavior continued through my teens years, all the way until I was eighteen, and I didn’t walk with my high school class at graduation, because I fell victim to my circumstances and didn’t graduate. This hurt me very badly; it sent me into a deep well of self-pity, I took my circumstances and let them rule my life. After high-school I began painting houses for a living, I began a great friendship with my boss, the owner of the painting company I worked for. I painted houses for several years. I let him in on the circumstances that I let plague my life. He was a graceful listener; after all, I was...
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...When I reached the KLLVillage, I was very impressed with the location. It was well maintained and had all the required facilities for its residents and guests. I learned from Mrs He that the KLLVillage was a non-profit organisation and it consisted of low, medium and high care facilities. First we went to the low care facility where we met a very energetic AIN Ms Lee. My main focus was to observe how she provided the optimum care and comfort to the elderly residents. I found that AINs are the one who provide the basic necessity of the residents such as feeding, maintaining their hygiene, toileting etc. I found her very efficient in using holistic (mind, body and soul) approach to each resident to make them feel appreciated. Later we went to the medium care facility which resides 43 dementia residents. I was a bit distressed looking at their mental condition. After meeting registered nurse Mrs Smith, I came to understand the challenging role of the RN. She informed us that RN has to be involved in all area of clinical procedure such as making care plan, medication, wound care and managing the facility. Being in dementia ward, Mrs Smith uses therapeutic communication technique to deal with the residents who are mostly cognitive impaired. ‘Cognitive impairment in people with dementia may limit their ability to communicate effectively. Therapeutic communication is central to provide good dementia care’ (Jootun & McGhee, 2011). I found this job very difficult since the carers...
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...Shaunta Eskridge Word count: 496 What effects does fast food have on personal health and our social psyche? Fast food just the thought of it cringes my soul. I’ve worked in this industry for about five or six years off and on. There is absolutely nothing healthy about the way they store and prepare this food. Some items are boiled in a plastic bag then transferred into a metal pan. Meat patties are charbroiled and stored in sturdy plastic containers and are supposed to be tossed out in fifteen minutes or less, if not used. However from experience I can honestly say some employers demand that you restart that clock and don’t waste their food. By all means this is a lucrative business and they need to profit there is no room for loss profit or food shortages. That’s just a glimpse inside of what went on at my work place. It is at its most just convenience food. The fact that in some homes both parents work or that there are single parent homes; whereas the parent works and doesn’t have the time or patience to prep a home cooked meal and that fast food so to speak is easier to come by. It teaches us impatience we need our food now and it better look just as enticing as the picture. We as a society wonder why our kids love to binge eat on convenience food because we as parents are teaching them this learned behavior. We are so much in a rush that in our minds we just don’t have time to sit and ensure that our children’s health and ours are in jeopardy. We teach our children...
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