Point of view is the way the author allows us to see and hear what’s going on. Skillful authors can fix their readers’ attention on exactly the detail, opinion, or emotion the author wants to emphasize by manipulating the point of view of the story.

When the main character is the one who’s narrating the story, you get to hear the thoughts of the narrator and you’ll going to see the world depicted in the story through his or her eyes, about what he really felt.
But if  a third person is narrating the story, it was like he’s telling his thoughts and perspective about the main character.

Once upon a time, in the far away land of Olympus, the gods and goddesses were living peacefully while watching how the mortal live underneath their kingdom. They are all comfortable and contented, for the things are happening in order. Until Zues, the god of gods learns about the mistake done by Atlas, a man who’s working in a field. Because of falling in love with Medusa, he cannot concentrate on his job. While he’s daydreaming about the girl he loves, he accidentally pours a chemical on the crops that he harvested without him noticing it. And when the products get into the market, all the people who ate it got a Diarrhea that causes them to death. So, as punishment, Atlas was send at the top of the mountain to carry the earth with his hands for his entire life. On the other hand he curse Medusa, all the fiber of her hair will become serpents, so that no one will fall in love with her again.

Millennium had past, Zues got an oracle from Delphi saying that there will be a young man named Percy who will fall in love with Medusa, and if he let them to be together it might cause a big trouble between mortals and gods. Zues send right away an owl to watch over Percy so that he will know everything that is happening between him and Medusa.

The oracle happened, Percy met Medusa in the middle of nowhere, and he instantly fall in love with her. He was lost in the forest and Medusa gave him a place to stay. When Percy learned about the head full of serpent he was threatened at first, but because he had seen the purity of Medusa’s heart, he’s still accept her. Medusa got fascinated with the way Percy treat her even if he already seen her true appearance, little by little she also fall in love with Percy. The owl report everything to Zues, and by the time he learned all the things that is happening between Medusa and Percy, he send right away a Pegasus to took Percy away from Medusa and put him in a far away land. Medusa lived in vain. While Percy cried and cried and then, poof! He became a yellow flower which is now called Sunflower. THE END. 

Last Saturday, my friends and I agreed to watch a movie that cost 25 Php. only at SM Valenzuela. It was just a trip actually. The title of the movie we have watched is “The Last Exorcism”, a horror/suspense one. When we’re already at the movie house, we noticed that most of the people around us were student also, some are from OLFU and some are from PLV. They are talking to each other… it was like all of them knew each other and we are the only koloruminside. The people behind our back, in front of us and those sitting beside us were actually friends. (Nakakaloka!) Another funny thing is that when we got into the exciting part of the movie, we heard group of girls whispering to each other saying, “Uy! Sabay-sabay tayo tumili! Pagbilang ng lima, okay?”

HAHAHAHA! Promise that experience is something… well, extravaganza! :D

Spring morning marvel 
lovely nameless little hill 
on a sea of mist

None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.

Pond, there, still and old!
A frog has jumped from the shore.
The splash can be heard. 

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form;
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And made me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.
The black minute’s at end,
And the elements’ rage, the fiend voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Then a light, then thy breat,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle’s compass come: 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.