If my Life's going to mean anything, I have to live it myself: August 2012

Friday, August 31, 2012

Informal Theme # 2.3: Red Bayerns, Put your head in the Game

Intrams. Intrams. Intrams. One of the most awaited, enjoying and entertaining days of the school year. Days of uncountable laughters, joy and pleasure with your classmates and schoolmates. Days when books and lessons are at rest, all students were busy practicing and playing their favorite sports, and even teachers are sharing tips and advice about their desired athletic games. How fun can it be? Talking and meeting new friends within your campus. Playing with your teachers and exploring new games. Well, that's why Intramural Days became one of the most especial and treasured days of your school life.

Being a science scholar is one of the hardest and most complicated parts of studying. So like other students, we also need time for relaxation and recreation especially after a sophisticated examination. Intramurals became one of the most exciting days for us, because these days, we only think of enjoyment and having fun. We have time to know more our fellow Sayanistas at the same time, share our capability of playing our desired sports. It helps our body by being athletic, exercise and practice more our most favorite game at the same time makes our body very active. But aside from that, this event also enhance us to have the power of teamwork and coordination. I believe, that Together Everyone Achieve More, There is no I in Team so teamwork is really necessary. But there is also another gift that Intramurals Day try to give our minds and hearts, and that is Sportsmanship. Being sports, not feeling bad when you failed or lose your game, and accepting others wins.

I believe that Intramural Days are organized for enjoying and having fun. It is one of the most unforgettable moments for me, as a Science student. It is not about winning, it is all about laughing and accepting. IT IS MORE FUN, WHEN INTRAMS!!!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Informal Theme # 2.2: Two in One

"Behind a great Nation, Stands a good way of Communication". Do you ever wonder, how unique people speak and talk to each other? How fascinating the languages of each country were use by various people? Well, Languages are far more than what we think it is. It is not just for communicating but also for us to show how peculiar each of us is. Nor only for understanding but also for the connection we have for the majestic culture we get hold of. But as of now, different speculations and issues were being discussed in the whole country about this very important word called LANGUAGE. Do Filipinos need to be fluent in English language, or they should stick to their Mother tongue, Tagalog?

Many years ago, Manuel L. Quezon, declared Tagalog to be the national language for the whole Philippines. It is, as we all know became one of the most influential decisions for the country, because it is the best way to communicate with Filipino people who have different dialects. It became and will always be a part of our native culture and the reason why it was considered our Mother tongue. Every Filipino in the world are able to connect with each other because of this. It is not just a way of interaction, but also a way of making us proud. In some ways, our language makes us inimitable to others. There's a saying from our National Hero" Ang taong di marunong magmahal sa sariling wika ay masahol pa sa malansang isda". Which only means that we should always look at our language as a precious jewel that we need to take care of, be proud of it, and never hesitate in knowing more about it even we are good enough, because it is one of the best gifts Filipinos received.
But how about communicating with different people form various countries of the world? Isn't it hard to just know your native language? How can you succeed in your business or apply in jobs abroad if you cannot speak the universal language which is English? Well, that's why English became the second language in our country and was given big attention especially for students. How enjoying will it be, if we can talk to foreigners with the English language fluently. You can understand and communicate with people all over the world, with different nationality. It will never be a hard time for anyone, not a single sweat for people who are fluent in speaking the said language.

For me, both Filipino and English language are important especially for us, Filipinos. Both are needed in our daily lives and will always be a part of our daily discussions and activities. I also believe that, if we study the foreign languages, it doesn't mean we don't need our mother tongue. Mastery of the Filipino language and Fluency in the English Language, are both necessary,significant and fundamentals for future needs and allocations.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

SECOND GRADING: Informal Theme # 2.1:Glimpse of a Real Man

As time passes by, days move onward and years fly, affluent journeys and unequaled experiences were revealed. Thousand of stories, even obnoxious news were published. But only few, very few, touches our hearts and leave marks not only in our minds but even in our life. I work, for a year now as a journalist under the pseudonym of " Aramis". I'll admit, it is not as easy as I expected but it is as exciting as I predicted. But there's one story that I wanted to share, a story of an unfair kindness and unending care.
It all started when I was going to a rendezvous for a journalism training, but unfortunately, an affray started at the middle of the street. A rambunctious crowd surrounds an ephebe. People vociferate around, but the young man being surrounded stayed like a taciturn child. And because of hopelessness, I tried to make the horde of people lesser until only the victim remained. He was unconscious, so I panicked and tried to pursue some passersby to help me, but it was a piffle cause no one made a single action or even take a second look at the poor young man. I tried so hard to resuscitate him until he finally regain his consciousness. "Oh Madam!, thank you for helping me. I don't have anything to give you as an exchange for your kind deed. And sorry for wasting your time.", the young man said. He spoke in a very light and sweet voice, without having any of those revengeful melody for people who almost killed him. I can see that he haven't eat for so many days and he wears his torn clothes for like a week already , but despite his looks, I can feel the rush of rapport in me that I need to help him. I invited him to a cafe next door but he just say "Ma'am, I cannot acquiesce to your invitation, the fact that you help me was more than ennow. I don't have anything to give back". Despite of my unending suggestions, he stick to his decisions, so I just bought him loaves of bread, and cups of coffee. I can see through his words that he was a different boy, not like the beggars on the street nor thieves in the city. So I asked him some information about himself. "Ma'am I am Kirk, I am ten years old. I live with my grandparents in the province of Pampanga.", he stated. "But how come you are here in Manila?", I asked again. "Ma'am, last year my grandfather died, and my grandmother was so depressed. Because of old age and struggles of giving me a good life, she got sick. According to the doctors in the barangay centers, she has the symptoms prone in Alzheimer. Soon, she forget my name and many times she goes out to our house and sleep at the streets. I always talk to her like the old days, cause according to doctors this will help her a lot, and because we don't have money to supply her medical needs. Until one day, she went out again and never came back. I was so afraid to lose her, and while I am looking for her, a man told me that she is here in Manila. It took me uncountable days to walk and get here, and after months I still can't find her. But I will never stop looking for my Lola, never.", he narrated. I can feel the pain he has, but I asked again where he get his courage and strength. "Ma'am, my grandparents told me that I should always be thankful and pray to God.. Be thankful despite of being poor. Be thankful because I was so lucky I have eyesight not like other beggars in front of church. Be thankful that I have complete body parts and chance to study not like other less unfortunate children. I always think of them Ma'am. They told me the happiest thing on earth was not gold but being with your loved ones. Some people give me money in the streets, but nothing can replace my Lola Ma'am, nothing on earth".
I can see the innocence in his eyes, the uncouth actions and the scratches that meant struggles to see his loved one. Instead of being happy with his little friends, or studying and playing, he chose to be alone looking for someone. He told me he has to go, and continue searching. I don't want him to pursue it because I never thought of the chances of him seeing again his sick grandparent. But he insist, he said he will be happier looking for her rather than sleeping in a comfortable bed while his grungy grandmother was in the streets, looking lost and unhappy. So I gave up, instead I just gave him some money so he can ride in vehicles. He say words of gratitude and I can see that he was really thankful. Kirk walked away, but he stopped when he saw very old beggars. I looked at him in a punctilious manner and became really shocked. He gave all the remaining bread and almost all the money he has to the beggars in front of him. Tears fell from my eyes. I realize that Kirk wasn't lucky to see me, instead I was so fortunate to know him. This young man was different, I thought he was unfortunate, but I was wrong. Kirk is one of those few people who know what happiness and love truly mean with his very young age. He was, for me a Real Man in his generation.