System 3

Dear Professor Skinner, I am writing in response to your assumption that the idea of free will and motivation are illusions.  To be fair, it must be the human nature in me to be defensive on this matter, but at the core of my logic, I simply know that your assumption is mistaken. Why? Free will is not equivalent with predictability or ‘not in control’, as you have chosen to define it with. I  think you must always reflect on the circumstance that pigeons are different from humans. Pigeons can either choose left or right depending on how they are conditioned or reinforced into, but humans have decision-making, we can choose left or right, or simply choose not to choose. Humans are not always tempted or ruled by reinforcements. Biologically, when a person is being deprived of sugar, he will weaken. Once a food is presented in front of him, it is reasonable to predict that he will eat it, but there are instances when a person suppresses because of personal values, such as when Mus

Growth Mindset Intervention and Personal Best Goal-Setting in Improving Academic Performance for Students with Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) “Grades do not define you”, and yet they do. There are reasons to believe that our educational system may just be holding up the students from the core essence of going to school, to sincerely learn. Purely in value of maximum learning, the current model of education that is received by most is outmoded and problematic to all learners especially to students with Attention-deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. The pass/fail grading system, for example, is part of the old assessment models adapted from the 19th century when shoes were valued on a certain ‘grade’ to determine whether the shoemakers will be paid or not.  This model of education should have been reformed along with the conclusion of modern concepts that integrated the influences of both genes and the environment on intelligence. How learners, notably the at-risk, reflect

A Gathering There are two persons from the past I would give anything to meet, the Prophet Muhammad, Peace Be Upon Him, and my grandfather. We can meet at a point in nature where there is a vast carpet of soft grass for us to sit and walk around just beside a small creek. That way, if we fell silent during our conversation which I can surely imagine along the way because the two gentlemen are known for conciseness, we can just listen to the melody of the water and thank the Almighty for it. Of course, I do not expect them to talk. In fact, I expect ninety-eight percent of the conversation will be my monologue. Greetings are must; May Peace and Mercy of Allah be upon You. I am a child who loves you two. Surely, I will need a minute to keep myself from hyperventilating, and if I am still functional by then, perhaps I will tell the Prophet (PBUH) how I have heard so much about him from the daughter of the man beside him. I cannot miss the chance to ask about the paradise and what’s t

I   am not supposed to post this yet because I was waiting for the rest of the photos and the videos so I can drop them in one go. But since it’s taking a little bit of time and I don’t want to risk my sister (whose disappointment in me I can already feel miles away) thinking I am being indifferent, I am ditching the irrelevant delay. Ikay, you think I enjoy micromanaging and forcing you into nonsensical arguments? I don’t. you have no idea of the shame I feel after our stupid catfights. My mind becomes isolated by the nightmare that we could be enemies in the hereafter, and that haunts me. I prayed, so many times, for us to be reunited in Jannah as sisters for eternity, that our family do not ever get the chance to experience the heartbreak mentioned in the last half of Surah Abasa. You think I underestimate your prudence, but you are mistaken. You are the brightest girl I know. The people either think we are very alike or completely different. I also believe in the latter.

CHAPTER 1. Pilot. Assalamualaikom Warahmatullah! Greetings of Peace!         For starters, I am writing this for myself and for everyone else that Allah has willed to read this post. I will clean my intention and you should too. Either you interpret my intention as boasting or inspiring, that will be your liberty, which I do not have the power to control. But allow me to leave a reminder, to straighten any sort of  suspicion just in case.           “O you who believe! Avoid suspicion as much (as possible), for suspicion in some cases is a sin: And spy not on each other behind their backs, would any of you like eat the flesh of his dead brother? Nay, ye would abhor it…And fear Allah; For Allah is Oft-returning, Most Merciful” Surah Al-Hujurat, Verse 12.         You are meant to visit, and read this post. I know, such a low blow, pulling the unfair fatalistic-persuasion-card. Ha! but seriously…stay. I am about to disclose one of the most important and most challenging jou

Mindanao itself is actually an art, oozing with staunch patriotism and intricate culture of the native Filipinos before the establishment of foreign colonization in the Philippines.  The island of Mindanao and its people are one, bounded by more than blood and earth. It is where the brave Filipinos of the past lived. They, who withstood the advanced battle equipment of the aggressors with nothing but Bolos and Kris down to their last breath. They, who held pride and fought for their fatherland. Patriotism is a heritage, a character adapted from generations to next, a fervent defense mechanism against situations that induces indignations. It made them strong upholders of justice, made giving up a rare word in the islands. Mindanao is a symbol of various importance that are both beautiful and rough. The culture that managed to survive is not only a proof of identity for the Mindanaons, but also for the entire Filipinos. It is an evidence of the battles that our ancestors c

@ Golf course. "Dramatic weather for a woeful scene" LMFAO. How I write in one picture XD U N E D I T E D (Actually, none of my posts is edited.) Writing used to be my salvation from the labyrinthine thoughts peeving up inside my own head. Writing is one out of many focus therapies I taught to myself against weird behaviors my mom and my aunts are frightened I would do.  When the story of Anne Frank was introduced to me by an English teacher during my second grade, I discovered another option of expressing my thoughts to something without worrying if it will be used against me, because people most of them can be very untrustworthy when trusted with turbulent thoughts such as mine. Eventually, I started writing a diary the traditional way. That small notebook became my reliable companion before my habit went hi-tech and progressed online. I found fictionpress first before deviantart, tumblr, AFF then wattpad. That is where it began along with my clear pique to st