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“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.”

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Opportunities

INSTRUCTIONS: In expressing your views, see to it that you make use of infinitives correctly. (The infinitives are underlined.)
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There are many job opportunities in the Philippines.

Sadly, some people think the salary is not cut out for them. In most cases, workers have families to feed and provide necessities for, and sometimes they have a hard time fulfilling their responsibilities.

So they try to apply for jobs in other countries. In the US, Europe, or other Asian countries.

That's fine, really. After all, they're just doing their duties to their families. With the higher wages that other countries have to offer, people can send money to their families with change to spare. Though they are not close to their families and they do not know what challenges they'll face, they plunge head-on. They endure. That has to be one of the hardest things to experience. Still, the OFW's have no qualms about what they are doing.

In the Philippines, there are less job opportunities (not that I am belittling our country, but that is the truth). On occasion, the workers work overtime for the sake of having extra money. I guess that says a lot about the state of our country.

Here, to have a high salary, you need to be a college graduate with a degree. And unfortunately, some people can't afford that. As a result, they end up as blue-collar workers.

I think if you are looking for something more, trying to attain something that cannot be reached here, it is fine to go abroad. It is your life, after all.

Just don't forget where you came from.

The Endgame

(ROMEO kisses JULIET and takes out the poison)
Come, bitter poison, come, unsavory guide! You desperate pilot, let’s crash this sea-weary ship into the rocks! Here’s to my love.

FRIAR LAWRENCE: Romeo! What on earth are you doing here?

ROMEO drops the poison in surprise.

ROMEO: I am here to gaze upon my sweet wife, Juliet. I heard from Balthasar that she has died and rushed here to see her one last time.

FRIAR LAWRENCE: Ah. I fear I have kept you in the dark. Come quickly, I do not have time to explain here. Go, bring Juliet with you.

WATCHMEN and PARIS’s PAGE enter.

CHIEF WATCHMAN
(coming to the PAGE) Which way shall we go?

FRIAR LAWRENCE: There are men arriving. We have to be fast.

PAGE: This is it. Let us split and find the ones who are responsible for this troublesome event.Go wake the Prince. 

The CHIEF WATCHMAN leaves. The PAGE hears noise from the tomb as he enters it.

(to those in the tomb) Lower your weapons! Do not make a single move, or I shall end your life.

PRINCE ESCALUS enters.

(sees JULIET, ROMEO, and FRIAR LAWRENCE) You are all under arrest and to be questioned later. I do not want you to cause more trouble.


Friday, October 3, 2014

Walk This Way With Me

In all my years as a student, I know I've changed a lot. Back when I was young, I was a very timid student. I rarely participated in class activities in fear of humiliation and I always doubted myself. In my mind, teachers were scary, imposing figures of authority. Sometimes they scowled, but other times they smiled. And while some of them were very welcoming and encouraging, I preferred keeping to myself instead of talking.

Despite being a recluse of sorts, I did my homework and studied all the time. My marks were good, but my teachers said that if I participated in recitations, my grades would be higher. That was something I've heard a lot of times, and I told myself that I'd really do it - raise my hand and speak up - but whenever the dreaded time came, I got cold feet and I'd sink lower into my seat - wishing, just wishing that I had enough confidence to raise my hand.

I'm not too fond of speaking in front of people. The scrutinizing gazes made my skin prickle with discomfort and I often glanced at the floor or the ceiling, anything but the people watching me. It was a never-ending cycle: I'd tell myself to go ahead and take a chance - what was the worst that could happen? - but once I see the number of people in front of me, I lose my so-called bravado and clench my hands in a futile attempt to calm my nerves.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that any form of encouragement means so much to me. Maybe a smile, a nod of acknowledgement, or an "Okay," would be fine. I'm so used to second-guessing myself that I'm pretty sure I don't have an ounce of confidence in my body. Harsh criticism, failure... Those are things I experienced numerous times yet I'm still not used to. They make me feel raw and exposed.

I remember, when I was in elementary, one of my teachers told me to believe in myself. Needless to say, I was thankful for that.

Teachers do so much more than educating. They instill values, inspire, and dedicate themselves to their students. And someway, somehow, it worked.

They may give countless tirades and harangues, but come the end of the day, I'll realize that they were only trying to help. Sure, these are trying times, but I know that with the right people, I'll get through just fine.

In the end, I'll look back on these years and think it's been the best journey anyone could ask for. No matter how things turn up, I will always be thankful for what they've done.

After all, sometimes, all we need is a push in the right direction.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Losing Light

Anne Frank is one of the most kindhearted people I've ever read about. In spite of the uncertain future and the danger lurking, she was determined to live. She, having seen and experienced difficulties in life, still clung on to the idea that there was still good in the world.

If ever I had the chance to talk to her, I think our conversation would be something along the lines of this:

Me: Good morning, Ms. Frank.
Anne: Good morning, too. Please, call me Anne.
Me: Okay, then... Anne. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Anne: Of course not. Ask away.
Me: You see, I'm having a dilemma of sorts. Lately, I've been feeling down since all I've been seeing are bad things, and the way that people treat each other didn't help matters. I don't want to think that everyone is cruel.
Anne: I once believed that too, but you should keep in my mind that we have faults and shortcomings yet all of us have goodness lying inside.
Me: There are times that I feel as if there's nothing left to see. I know that sounds quite idiotic, but in certain cases, I just feel tired. Drained, even.
Anne: You need to have faith and hope. If there's no hope, what else is left?
Me: Despair, maybe? Or anguish.
Anne: With that kind of thinking, I'm surprised your face isn't set in a permanent frown.
Me: Well, I try not to scowl all the time. My mother says it doesn't do wonders for me.
Anne: She's right, you know.
Me: People do say mother knows best. Anyway, let's go back to our previous topic. Do you have any suggestions for my... ah, problem?
Anne: Try to look at the brighter side of things and stop focusing on the bad. If you tell yourself something long enough, then you'll start believing it.
Me: I'll try that soon.
Anne: You better. Your perspective on life is quite cynical.
Me: Believe me, I know that.
Anne: Well, this has been a pleasant meeting. I'm afraid I have to go somewhere. It was nice meeting you!
Me: It was nice meeting you too, Anne.. Thanks for the time. Have a good day!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Stop, Think, and Respect

Taken from Youtube. All credits go to the rightful owner.

A word can be the poison that kills or the remedy that may cure.

Be careful with your words. They are hardly forgotten and rarely forgiven. And once they are out in the open, there's no way you can take them back.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Even a Hero Needs Saving Sometimes (Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone)

Mr. Vernon Dursley experiences an extremely strange morning.

On his way to work, he sees a tabby cat reading a map, but when he looks back, there isn't a map in sight. Then, as he is stuck in the morning traffic, he catches a glimpse of people donned in cloaks. Later that day, as he walks past a bakery, he  hears a conversation about the Potters which unsettles him because he thinks the people may be talking about his sister-in-law’s family.

When he leaves the building of Grunnings, his work place, he runs straight into a tiny man wearing a violet cloak who happily exclaims that You-Know-Who” was finally gone and that a “Muggle” like Mr. Dursley should be pleased. As he pulls into the driveway of Number Four, Privet Drive, the first thing he sees is the tabby cat that he spotted that very morning. Meanwhile, the evening news states unusual reports about shooting stars and owls sighted during the day.

That night, Albus Dumbledore appears out of thin air and chuckles at the sight of the tabby cat sitting on the wall. The street lights flicker into darkness as he clicks the deluminator that he took out of his pocket. When he approaches the cat, he sees a woman named Professor McGonagall in its place. The two of them discuss the disappearance of You-Know-Who, who is also known as Voldemort. Dumbledore relays that Voldemort killed Lily and James Potter, but was unable to kill their son, Harry. Because of this, Voldemort weakens and is forced to flee. Dumbledore then says that Harry is going to be brought up by the Dursleys, which makes McGonagall protest since she saw how awful the family was.

Suddenly, a huge motorcycle lands in front of them. The person that sit astride it is taller than the average man and in his arms is a bundle of blankets.

Dumbledore and McGonagall peer at the bundle of blankets and see a baby boy with a cut on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

Dumbledore takes the boy in his arms and gently lays him on the doorstep, tucking a letter inside the blankets. For a minute, they stare at the bundle. Finally, Dumbledore says that they should leave. The man returns to the motorcycle, and with a kick, the engine roars to life. The motorcycle rises to the air and goes off into the night.

Putting back the lights, Dumbledore sees the tabby cat rounding a corner. He takes one last look at the bundle of blanket and murmurs, "Good luck, Harry."

And with a swish of his cloak, he disappears.



Ten years later, Harry Potter wakes up in a cupboard under the stairs to Aunt Petunia's ear-piercing voice. That day was his cousin Dudley's birthday, and the Dursleys, having no other choice, take Harry to the zoo with them. There, the glass encasing a boa constrictor disappears, . Mr. Dursley assumes that this is Harry's fault and punishes him.

Letters addressed to Harry arrive mysteriously. They just seem to be everywhere - coming out of the chimney, the mailbox, and a few even pressed to the window. Even though Mr. Dursley tries to keep them from Harry, the letters keep on coming. Frightened and disbelieving at the same time, Harry and the Dursleys move out of the the house and go to a secluded island, trying to shake off the constant arrival of the mail. But at midnight, they hear loud knocking on the door, which then swings off its hinges. A giant man enters and hands Harry a letter that states he is admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The man introduces himself as Hagrid, the person who took him to the Dursleys ten years ago. Harry learns that the Dursleys knew he was a wizard, but tried to keep it from him.

The next day, Hagrid and Harry go to London to buy school supplies. They go to the Leaky Cauldron where people find themselves in awe of Harry. They stop in front of a brick wall which Hagrid taps thrice and opens to an archway that leads to a cobbled street. Later, Harry finds himself in Gringotts, a Wizarding Bank, where he sees goblins. At Ollivander's, Harry buys a wand that happens to share a core with Voldemort's - the man who was set on killing him.

A month later, Harry boards the train to Hogwarts. There, he meets Ronald Weasley who he immediately befriends. He also runs into Draco Malfoy, an arrogant blond who sneers at him for hanging out with Ron. Hermione Granger also introduces herself to them.

When they arrive at Hogwarts, the Sorting Ceremony takes place. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are sorted into Gryffindor. On the first day, Severus Snape snidely says that Harry is a little celebrity and ridicules him in class. During their first flying lesson, Neville Longbottom injures himself and is taken to the hospital by Madam Hooch. Draco snatches Neville's remembrall—a glass sphere that has smoke that turns red when its owner has forgotten something—and throws the ball in the air. Harry rides on his broomstick and catches it. Professor McGonagall, who saw Harry, says that he should play Quidditch, a game played on broomsticks, for Gryffindor. Later that day, Malfoy challenges Harry to a wizard’s duel at midnight at the trophy room. Harry and Ron go to the trophy room, followed by Hermione, but Malfoy doesn’t show up. While trying to hide, they accidentally discover a three-headed dog guarding a trapdoor in the forbidden third-floor corridor. Scared out of their wits, the trio runs back to the Gryffindor tower and ponders the dog's presence.

On Halloween, a troll is found in castle. The students are quickly instructed to go back to their common rooms, but Harry and Ron sneak off to find Hermione, who is unaware that a troll is lurking in the castle. They accidentally lock the troll in the girls’ bathroom where Hermione is situated. Fortunately, the three of them manage to defeat the troll. And when Professor McGonagall sees them, Hermione tells a lie to keep Harry and Ron from being punished.

At Harry’s first Quidditch match, his broom goes out of control. Hermione notices Snape staring at Harry and suspects that he is the one responsible for the curse. Stealthily, she sets Snape’s clothes on fire and Harry regains control of the broom, catching the snitch to win the Quidditch match.

On Christmas, Harry receives his father’s invisibility cloak from Dumbledore. He explores the school at night and discovers the Mirror of Erised, which shows the deepest desire of whoever looks in it. When Harry looks in it, he sees his parents smiling at him.

After Christmas, Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover the connection between a break-in at Gringotts and the three-headed guard dog. They learn that the dog is guarding the Sorcerer’s Stone, which is capable of providing immortality to its owner and belongs to Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore’s old friend.

A few weeks later, Hagrid wins a dragon egg in a game. Since it is illegal to own dragons, Harry, Ron, and Hermione contact Ron’s older brother, Charlie, who studies dragons in Romania. They make an arrangement to ship the dragon but get caught, which leads to a punishment that makes Gryffindor lose 150 points. Part of their punishment is to go into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to find out who has been killing unicorns recently. In the forest, Harry encounters a hooded man drinking unicorn blood. The man attempts to attack Harry, but Harry is saved by a centaur who tells him that his attacker was Voldemort. Harry also learns that Voldemort has been trying to steal the Sorcerer’s Stone.

Harry resolves that he must find the stone before Voldemort does. He, Ron, and Hermione sneak off to the forbidden third-floor corridor. They get past the guard dog with the use of a flute, lulling it to sleep. They open the trapdoor and jump. They find out they landed on Devil's Snare, a deadly plant. Trapped in its tentacles, they were short of breath, but Hermione managed to escape and helped them by using fire. The trio continue and end up in a room full of flying keys, one of which can open the locked door at the end of the passage. They find broomsticks and use these to catch a key that opens the door. The next chamber is a large chessboard. To pass this, they have to play the game. Ron takes the place of a knight and Harry becomes a bishop. Hermione chooses to be a rook. Ron sacrifices himself to win the game and becomes unconscious as the queen crushes him. With only two of them left, Harry and Hermione forge on and find a room full of bottles. They pick up a piece of paper with a rhyme that gives them clues. To be able to go to the next chamber, they have to choose one bottle and drink it. Luckily, they pick the right one. Harry instructs Hermione to return to Ron and call Dumbledore for help. Taking a deep breath, Harry drinks the potion and enters the next room.

To Harry's immense surprise, he finds Quirrell. Knowing that Harry wants to find the stone, Quirrell places Harry in front of the Mirror of Erised and makes him say what he sees. Harry sees himself with the stone in his pocket, and at that same moment he feels his pocket become heavier but he tells Quirrell that he sees something else. A voice tells Quirrell that the boy is not telling the truth and requests to speak to Harry. Quirrell then removes his turban and reveals Voldemort’s face on the back of his head. Voldemort, who is inhabiting Quirrell’s body, tells Quirrell to kill Harry, but Quirrell is burned by contact with the boy. A fight ensues but Harry passes out in exhaustion and pain
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When Harry regains consciousness, he is in the hospital with Dumbledore. Dumbledore explains that he rescued Harry from Quirrell just in time. He adds that he and Flamel have destroyed the stone. Harry goes to the end-of-year banquet, where Slytherin is celebrating its seventh consecutive win of the house championship cup. Dumbledore gets up and awards points to Gryffindor for the feats of Harry and his friends, winning the house cup for Gryffindor.

Later, Harry returns to London to spend the summer with the Dursleys, thinking of ways to make fun of Dudley.



Monday, August 25, 2014

In Retrospect

I Think Continually of Those Who Were Truly Great

BY STEPHEN SPENDER
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fĂȘted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

To Jump from Every Sinking Ship

Some of us think we are sinking into despair and eventually spiraling to failure.

But is that all there is to life? Pain, misery, and agony?

Truthfully, even I doubt sometimes that things will get better. I go through the daily motions of life and wonder if thisthe strainwould be worth it. But what else is there, except to keep on moving?

Handling a lot of things is difficult especially when you need to tip the scales, but with an appropriate way of dealing, you just might get it right.

And you may sit there, thinking, what is appropriate? On that note, here are some things I have laid out for you to do.

1. Accept

 Every thing may look like a mess, but don't forget that someday you'll be in a better situation. You should be able to accept the state you're in at the moment. I know it's easier said than done, but fretting about your situation won't do any wonders; you'll just stress yourself out. Remember that these challenges are here to test your strength. They are keys in honing yourself to become a better person.

2. Seek help

Talking to other people or writing down your thoughts is a big help. Getting your feelings off your chest will aid you in dealing with the downsides of life. Try talking to your family or friends. Explain how you're feeling and ask what you should do, if ever the need arises.

There is always someone out there who is willing to listen.

3. Rest

Take a break. Do things for yourself once in a while, otherwise you'll be exhausted. Read a book, draw a picture, go out with your friends, or listen to music. It's refreshing and it ought to clear your mind, giving you time to mull over your current circumstances.

4. Observe

Reflect on your situation. Think rationally and don't let your emotions get the better of you. Look at the facts and determine what the best method is to deal with it. Analyze your plan and take note of the possible consequences. This way, you'll be sure of what to do and know how to bear the brunt.

5. Act

Don't sit back and wait for the problem to solve itself. Step up to the challenge and keep a clear head. Most of all, do what is right even though it is never easy. Fear won't get you anywhere. Getting out of your comfort zone is a worthwhile experience.



Know that you aren't the only one having a hard timeand I don't say that to disparage you or make your feelings unimportant, but only to say that I have felt like that before and I know where you're standing.

But really, struggles are part of life. One would think that we're already used to them because we've faced them countless times. Every time, though, something new comes up and the element of surprise is always there.

The way we deal with a challenge mostly depends on our perception. If we look at it in a positive light, then we'd see it as an opportunity for progress.

However, if we always view it as a hindrance,  we'd deal with it badly and we won't be able to move forward.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

A Link to Life

Every person leaves a legacy  the only difference is whether it's adverse or favorable.

We won't be remembered for what we had. We'll realize, one way or another, that the tangible things are sometimes of little depth and importance. Our actions determine what we'll leave behind. In fact, what will be etched into the minds of others are the differences that we try to make, no matter how little.

I would like to be recalled as a dedicated person. Living life beyond oneselfbeing bound to a cause greater than my ownis something I have always wanted to do. Making a genuine, if not relevant, contribution to humanity is nearly impossible, but I can at least try. I can't change the way of the world or what people do, but I can do my part.

The future is obscure, and I don't have an inkling of what could possibly happen. One thing is clear, though: I won't pass without reaching my purposemy main goal in this world.

Help is quite possibly the best thing to give, and surely the greatest thing to receive in return. And that... Well, that's the best I could do and leave behindan imprint that, yes, I have managed to help someone and make even the slightest alteration in their lives, leaving a faint trace to their memories.  

Knowing that I was able to help even one person would mean that my life was not lived in vain. And that is more than enough for me.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Drifting on Stormy Seas

Those are waves, by the way. That was something I whipped up quickly. Sorry.

Drifting on Stormy Seas
or Finding my Way Through High School

As I entered the waters 
I was surprised to see the changes
Gone were the days of repose,
Toil and endeavor in its place

The first year was awry,
The course I navigated truly rocky
Oftentimes my eyes would close
On their own accord, without a thought

The long hours took a toll on me
Made me lackluster and weary
I was less than enthused
When another day had dawned

It was unfair, I thought
But then I remembered
I wasn't the only one lost at sea,
The relentless waves crashing down on me

On the second year
I sailed the waters.
Accompanied by my comrades,
I found my way with ease

I channeled my concentration to work
Steering, always steering, my eyes cast ahead
Like a familiar pattern,
A practiced rhythm

Now, for the third time,
I am no longer unknowing
With friends by my side
I will brave the raging current

The wind is harsh
The tides more jarring
But I will face them unflinchingly
And hope to prevail

The trip is far from over
But over the horizon,
I see clearly
The place I strive to reach

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Something Different

The first week of school was surprisingly fine, albeit exhausting.

When I stepped inside the classroom and glanced around, I knew I was in for a tricky journey - one that required perseverance and diligence. Many people have said that third year or Grade 9 is very difficult. I don't have much to say on the subject, considering that I've only been a junior for a week.

There were a lot of people I'm unfamiliar with, and only a few whom I really know in my class. I didn't really talk to all of my new classmates, since my social skills aren't exactly exceptional. Some of them are very loquacious and like to crack jokes all the time. Anyhow, I only talk to others when I have to ask a question. It made me feel uneasy, to say the least. But I think in due time it will be better.

The subjects were compelling, and I can't wait to learn more. Spanish, I think, will be fun and challenging. On the other hand, Math was incredibly taxing, since it isn't my strong suit. I literally experience a headache whenever I solve complicated problems. Lastly, I expect English would be fun and enlightening.

The teachers are very different from what I am used to. While they have a sense of humor, they can be downright strict. Unlike the set of teachers I had last school year, some of them expect us to be quick in doing our activities. Though this is fine with me, sometimes it tends to be extremely onerous. One time, we were doing an exercise, and before I could even write my answer, we were told to exchange papers. But I guess that's their method of teaching. I'll just have to adapt or else I'll fail. And as dismal as that is, it's the truth.

This is only the start, and there is more to come. Before I know it, I'll be caught up in a flurry of work, for better or for worse.

It's a cycle that never ends.
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