Standing By My Own

 

Informal Theme #5

11/19/10

Blog # 5

I've met new friends

I've learned new trends

I've got new company

I've found no tyranny

As time flies by,

Our relationships die

They've clearly transformed

Their attitudes, deformed

Make-ups hid their faces

Their hairs, tied with pretty laces

Blush-ons on their cheeks

Oh! They look like freaks

I need to find true friends

Who'll be a remedy of all bends

But now I'm still alone

I've got to stand by my own

Impact of Divine Comedy

 

Informal Theme # 4

11/12/10

Blog # 4

               The Divine Comedy (La Divina Comedia) is an epic poem written by Dante Alighieri between 1308 and his death in 1321. It is widely considered the preeminent work of Italian literature, and is seen as one of the greatest works of world literature.

               Upon reading the book, it really made an impact in my life. Imagining every circles of hell in Inferno, I was really nervous of what will happen to me in afterlife. I began thinking of what circle will I belong. Any of those punishments in every circle is not what I wanted to experience. Boiling in the river of blood, walking with your head twisted 180 degrees, running continuously on the burning sand, freezing in ice, feeded by Harpies, and many more. I began to get nervous while reading this. What if it's true? That's what I thought. But I told myself, "No, It's just a story." 

               In Purgatorio, I felt the same but not as nervous as I was reading the Inferno. In Paradiso, I gained hope. I told myself that I'll begin to do good things for me not to be sent in Inferno. By this, I can say that Dante accomplished his goal to make his novel very memorable to readers.

CNSHSian girls to preserve feminity

Informal Theme # 3

11/05/10

Blog # 3

                With the theme, "Empowering Girls Make a Difference", Cavite National Science High School  (CNSHS) launched its Girl Scouts of the Philippines (GSP) Camp inside the campus, starting from 8:00 am of Nov. 4 to 11:00 am of Nov. 5.

                   All girl scouts of CNSHS are required to join and participate in the said activity. This activity served as a fund-raising project of the Girl Scouts for the development of the school.
                  The activity includes fun games, orienteering, poster-making and essay writing. Also, a campfire was lighted at night while the girls were performing their skit, jingle, and interpretative dance presentations.
                   Furthermore, everybody was expecting to have a camp again next year but, that time, outside the campus.

A Memorable Semestrial Break... at last!

Informal Theme # 2

10/29/10

Blog # 2

               Some people come into our life but quickly go...but we can say that they still left footprints in our hearts.

              Before the semestrial break, I wasn't excited because I was thinking that I would not enjoy it because we will go to Alfonso, Cavite to have our training for the Regional Schools Press Conference. 

               Sem break came. I, together with the other RSPC Qualifiers and Ms. Elenor Alcantara, got ready for it. We waited for our hired van at school. While we're on our way to Alfonso, sad thoughts came circling in my mind. "How will I enjoy my stay without my schoolmates?", "Will I be able to understand the discussions?", "Will my co-copyreaders welcome me there?", "Will I gain friends". That time, I began to think of what to do.

               Whenever we drop my schoolmates in their respective rooms, I felt sadness. I wanted to be with them. When I reached the room allotted for the copyreaders, I felt nervous because their faces were telling me that they were very excellent in copyreading. There, I met our facilitators, Ma'am Zeny and Sir Dom. At first, they told us to say a brief information about ourselves...I did it even though I was too shy to speak.

               Then, our morning sessions began...and...WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT! My very first headline was chosen as the best headline fitted for the news we edited. At that time, I was very proud of myself.
               Those days, I met new friends. I would like to mention their names because they became a part of my life. Ate Trixie, the cheerful lady, Ate Jem, the cute and lovable one, Kuya Allan, the smart and kind boy, Carlo, the most intelligent there...for me, Aneliese, the prettiest girl there,with a Korean-like eyes, Mays, the silent but intelligent girl, Carla, the girl who has a wonderful headline vocabulary, Neryll, the emotional one...:), Kuya Donn, the nicest boy, Sheila, the smallest and the naughtiest, Ate Francheska, the nerd..:), Jayvee, the naughty and cheerful girl, and Ate Colette, the first one I met.
               Days passed by, I began to learn to speak up for myself. There, I started to enjoy my stay. My co-copyreaders wanted me to tell ghost stories and so I did. After all the hardwork, it was now the last day. But, I don't want to leave them. I don't want to go home. I want to be with them the rest of my lives because with them, I found my true happiness...and that is...being with true friends. That moment, our facilitators told us to give a farewell message for all. Every message sank into my mind. I couldn't forget them. When it was already my turn to deliver my message, my tears fell down automatically... I couldn't speak. I was to emotional to let my voice out. There, they told me to sit down and just deliver my message during the RSPC.
               After that, we practicced our yell for the parade that will be held during the RSPC. Then we went home. But, while on our way home, we're texting each other because we missed them already.

The Mysterious Face

 Third Quarter

Informal Theme # 1

10/22/10

Blog # 1

               This experience somewhat frightened me because it was my very first time seeing that kind of thing. I wondered where it came from, but I cannot answer my question. Do I need others' help to enlighten my mind? I'm shy... to shy to speak up.
               This happened during the training of RSPC Qualifiers held at Alfonso, Cavite. During the first day, I wasn't speaking because I'm shy. I don't even ask questions if something is not clear to me. 
               During the third day, morning session, I felt my head became heavier as it was before. I don't know...but I think there's something wrong. I began to look around the corners of the small room where we are staying. My heart pounded stronger. I'm nervous. I don't know what to do. I'm not comfortable.
               My eyes started to focus on the blackboard where our outputs where written. I was startled to see a face... a face that looks like the faces of the angel figurines with a blonde hair... normal-sized, like a person's... a face bulging on the blackboard  trying to get out of it. Then it looked directly to me. All I did was cover my eyes with my hands trying to let go of my fear. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even tell my co-copyreaders. But, I told one of them about it.
               That night, my heart ached... maybe because I'm tired of all days work. One of my co-copyreaders told one of our facilitators about it. They decided to bring me to the clinic. While I'm in the clinic, the person I told about my experience told our facilitator about it. They thought that was the reason of my heartache. 
               Starting from that very night, I decided to talk to the copyreaders. That time, I enjoyed my stay because I learned to socialize with other people.


              

             

When the Morning Sun Rises

Informal Theme # 8

Blog # 8
10/ 15/10
                

              Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.

           At the very start of a day comes new and great opportunities. New challenges, new obstacles. New friends, new environment. Everything new.At this very moment, you have to face everything. The sadness, the failure, the problems. If you'll accomplish all of those, your day will be very happy.
               When you wake up in the morning, seeing the very bright sunrise, you'll remember those days that have passed...all the happiness that has gone through...and all the memories you have shared with everybody. You'll be very sad, but thinking of the new day God has given you. you'll be very thankful, at the same time, very, very happy for giving you another day of your life.
               Everyday of our lives should not be wasted. We should accomplish everything that we can because we're not sure if that will be our last time.
               This bright, new day... complete with 24 hours of opportunities, choices, and attitudes… a perfectly matched set of 1440 minutes.This unique gift, this one day, cannot be exchanged, replaced or refunded. Handle with care. Make the most of it. There is only one to a customer.

Totally Alone

Informal Theme # 7

Blog # 7

               I was once a happy, young girl, with a happy, good life, living in a very peaceful place. My mother was always with me, telling me stories about her past life. My father was, most of the time, beside my mother, giving her the warmest embraces. My younger sister, she always cries, that's what I hear from time to time 'cause she's just a baby, who will stop crying when given a bottle of milk. My older brother and sister, they're studying, but when they went home, I always receive a hug and a kiss from them. But...that was before, when I was just three. I can still remember those...because those were just the memories they left.

               I won't forget them...I won't

               We were sleeping heavy footsteps broke the silence of our peaceful home. They're many...very many. I can still remember their looks. They're all wearing black...black gloves, black mask,and black guns. I saw them steel our things...my toys, and later on, they stole the lives of my sleeping mother and father. My sister and brother finally woke up. I saw them raped my sister. My brother fought with them to save my sister...but they were all killed. Then they saw me...and my younger sister. They pulled me...got my younger sister...and together, they threw us into the window from the third floor of our house. Luckily, I fell into the truck of garbages. But, my little sister, she fell right into the ground. I saw her blood coming out of every hole on her body. I cried. I saw the men scampered away.

               Nobody knows what happened because we don't have neighbors, we live in a hidden place. There, I saw my family, bathing in their own blood. I don't know what to do. I walked away from our house. I don't want to see my the poor faces of my family. I walked and walked until I reach the city. There, I saw tall buildings and huge billboards...but...what would I do with them...I don't have my family.

               Now, I am wandering around the city trying to forget what happened. But still, I can't forget it. I'm now alone...TOTALLY ALONE...

                

The Lady in White

Informal Theme # 6

10/01/10

Blog # 6

                I already had many ghost encounters... and some of them really frightened me. Being one of those who can see ghosts, I felt unlucky because I don't like the feeling. I know that many people wanted to experience those, but for me, I want to get rid of it.If I just know how, I already did it because I wanted to live an ordinary life. But, I'm enjoying telling ghost stories to my classmates because they also enjoy listening to me.

                I will share to you one of my experiences. This happened when we went to Bucana, Bagong Kalsada to research for my assignments. After the research, we rode my father's motorcycle. That time, I am with my younger sister. While we're on the way home, it was very dark. I felt uncomfortable because I know that someone is watching over us. I kept on looking back. 

               But when it was my fifth try looking back, what I saw was a lady... wearing a long, white dress, with a long, black hair. Those send shivers to me...and goosebumps. I cannot move. I felt my blood running up to my face. Then, the lady vanish into the thin air right before my very eyes. I screamed to let go my fear. My father and sister were shocked. When we reached home, I told them the story and my sister was very frightened to go back there again.

              

        

Note for the Teachers

Informal Theme # 5

09/24/10

Blog # 5

Dear Teachers,

               I wanted you to know that I enjoyed all your classes very much. It really makes me feel so proud to be one of your students. Thank you for being a mentor of our hearts and soul.When it comes to teaching, you're all the best. We're very fortunate of having teachers like you.

               Thank you so much and Happy Teachers Day!.. MWAAAAAHUUUUGS!!!!..

 

Love,

Alexa

My Teacher, My Hero

Informal Theme # 4

Blog # 4

My Teacher, My Hero

Their costumes are their uniforms

If you notice, they are bookworms

In going home, they will transform

As a loving parent at home

They shared their students their knowledge

Every student they can manage

Their shared their wit as a package

And they do it until college

All of you served as my best friends

If I'm sad, your hands you will lend

To let us feel, it's not the end

Indeed, you are my special friend

You're with me in times of sorrow

Happy times, you let me borrow

All of you, I will follow

THANK YOU teachers! You're my HERO!

Happy Teachers Day!!

               I like the way you teach. I like the way you think. I like your sense of humor. I like the way you give advice. Those advice, I will keep in my mind.. forever and ever..:]
              HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!!

a really, really, really bad day!!

        I felt bad this day because of a person. He thinks he's too intelligent that he can do all those things...and he's the only one who can do it... ;[

How Do I Love Thee?

Informal Theme # 3

09/10/10

Blog # 3

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Interpretation:

"How Do I Love Thee?" expresses Elizabeth's everlasting 

love for her husband, Robert Browning. According to her, 

there is no limit in her love to him. Her love was so intense

that it already rises to the spiritual level. She loves him 

better than anybody. She said thatshe would love him freely 

and purely. Moreover, she said that she would still love him

even better after death.

Second Chances

Informal Theme # 2

09/03/10

Blog # 2

               We have a secret in our culture, it's not that birth is painful, it's that women are strong.

               There was a mother who was pregnant of her second child. She found out that the baby was again, a girl.

               It was a stormy September when her stomach ached. Her husband immediately brought her to the hospital. She was brought to the operating room and there, she was in labor of giving birth.

              

               She tried her best to push the baby out but it's not the baby that was coming out but blood! Lots of blood! She thought she wouldn't survive. The doctor asked her to choose: she or the baby? She chose the baby. That time, she was sure that she'll die. According to the doctor, the placenta is blocking the baby's way out.

               The doctor decided to bring her to the Cesarean Section. The baby was brought out, alive. Luckily, the mother was alive too! But when the baby came out, her umbilical cord was tied around her neck. The couple were very happy. The mother thanked God for giving both of them another chance to live.

               You know what? The baby is now 14 years old turning 15. And she's now studying in Cavite National Science High School. Her name was Alexa Anne M. Abad.

I'm Now Turning into a Lady

Informal Theme # 1

08/27/10
 Blog # 1

        We were given: two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see two ears to listen... But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.

        I thought I would'nt feel this way. I thought I'll not have the chance to be like this.

        

        Time goes by so very fast. My memories before were still reflecting in my mind. I can still remember when I was still a child. I was just playing with my toys...'cause I love toys! I can still remember my childish acts and so with the fake feelings I've felt before. Maybe I was just imagining that I was already in love that time since my classmates were teasing me with him. But I've forgotten about it.

         Now, I am a high school student. A third year high school student. When I was in 2nd year, I had a crush. He's cute, sweet, and when he's with me, I can feel that I'm always secured. This time, my feelings were real. I'm already in love with him. Everytime I'll see him, I can feel my blood run up my cheeks and I can feel and hear the fast and loud beat of my heart. I was very, very happy when I got his cellphone number. Since, we're friends, he'll not know my feeling about him, so I decided to text him. I wasn't expecting that he'll reply. From then on, we're always texting each other. I don't know why I was able to ask some of his personal information without being shy...I think I was really in love.

         But, I can't tell him, I was too shy. Besides, he was treating me like his younger sister. But it's alright. Someday, he'll know all about it. I can feel it...I'm now turning into a lady...