BLOG #3.1 Letter For You

James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

Letter For You

Dear You,

          To tell you the truth, I have a lot of secrets and you’re one of them. I never tell anyone about this kind of things cause’ I have no courage to do so. I have always kept it to myself and will always do until I forget you. Well, I never had this feeling before when we were still friends but now that we grew into a young man and woman and became awkward with each other, I started to look at you in a different way.

          No one knew you, just like how you don’t know how I feel, and how you don’t even know that I am writing this for you. You will never knew, I promised that. Although I can say your name out loud anytime, I still won’t because I am afraid of how you’ll react when you see this. We seldom see each other, maybe for a few weeks in a year only but I know that every time I see you, my heart flutters like it never had. I just realized right now that there is a reason for that, and it is not the awkwardness of seeing each other grew, but it is an attraction I felt towards you. You know, maybe you’ll laugh if you see this thing and I can’t even imagine you knowing this feeling that I had. We’ve only known each other before like we’re siblings but here I am, confessing these to myself. Hoping that you’d feel the same would be impossible, right?

          You recently broke up with her, and I wanted to be happy, but knowing that you were hurt, I can’t do it. The last news I heard is that you were seeing someone again, and that hurts more. I just have one wish for us; I wish that even though I had these feelings, I hope we can still be friends like what we are before.

          Sincerely,

DANA. xD

BLOG #2.7 My Teacher My Hero

MY TEACHER MY HERO

I just want to say Thank you.

“What is a teacher? I’ll tell you: it isn’t someone who teaches something, but someone who inspires the student to give her best in order to discover what she already knows. “

           ― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello          

                                   

Since childhood we always said, that our teachers is our second parents. Well, that was kind of true but teachers were not all the same. In this world, there are only few of those mentors which we can be called a hero. That is a fact but I am going to say that I am a lucky person to have seen my hero already. Being a great teacher does not mean that you are only good in explaining and have a great knowledge but being able to understand your students’ mind and his problems.

I can tell just from the high voices of our teachers that their work to take care and teach us was very hard. They are having a hard time because of us yet we still continue to give them more problems. They are already heroes for that reason. And even though they teach us of our wrongdoings, they are just like our parents who never wanted anybody to criticize her pupils.

We should return the favor to them by doing our best on our studies. Although we have a lot of flaws, we can change it right now, and I myself, would want to change myself as well. I want to change for my teachers who are there for us all the time.

By:

Dannah.

Thank you, ma’am!

BLOG #2.6 To Be or Not To Be

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be,

It’s up to you how it should be,

Always follow your heart,

And it shall lead you the way.

To be or not to be,

Every decision we make,

It takes a lot of courage to say,

What our mind tells us to do.

To be or not to be,

Guide your step to every way,

Help yourself, do your best,

And God will do the rest for you.

To be or not to be,

How I wish it could be the same,

Be a person with confidence,

And stand against the test of life.

BLOG # 2.5 COMEDY OF ERRORS

COMEDY OF ERRORS

          This story could’ve always been misunderstood as a very funny story. The truth is, it is a very confusing one. This confusion is mainly because of the names. There are two twins with the same name and their twin servant had the same too. They were only classified by the place where they live when they got separated. It’s a nice story because the story itself is about the confusion between the two twins.

         

          The story isn’t hard to understand. If you study about it well, then you can follow the story itself. The story is actually written to be confusing. My comment is, the whole story itself is not so realistic. Someone will just suddenly show up and how the identical twins really had no difference were some of the things I noticed,

It was a good story. It was not so good but not so bad. For me, it is something like fiction, where characters can’t be real. Who would’ve thought that twins have twin servants? That’s really confusing, isn’t it? It is meant to be written to make us blow our minds off. The truth is, it was only confusing at the start but when you learn of all the characters in the story, then you will understand the story yourself. 

BLOG #2.4 WHO WILL I BE?

CAREER ASSESSMENT

            What do you think will happen to us in the near future? It is so important for us to think of what we want to do with our future. How we will manage our own lives. Here in the Philippines, we, third year high school students were given examinations about what we are going to take up in college. It is about what career are we going to have in the future.

          In this examination, we answer questions about what are the things we enjoy doing. At this age, we should know by now, the path that we are going to take. You have to think of a job that you would want after studying. Will you enjoy doing this and that? That is an important question regarding your future. You have to make sure that you like what you are doing.

          This examination is actually not important, in my opinion. How sure are you if the student answered honestly? Even though they want to take a course of their own like, there may be some factors affecting their choices. Their choice may become different due to different reasons. They may pick something they didn’t actually like, just because their parents wanted to. If I were to say something, all these examinations about career is not important, because it is up to the student to follow what he/she really wants with her life. His/hers future will depend on the student’s choice itself.

BLOG #2.3

INTRAMURALS

            Sports are one of the hobbies of people. Even in ancient centuries, you can see that there a lot of varying sports already. In sports, there is competition, and that is the main purpose of the word, so-called sports. We show our strength, intellect, and other aspects in competitions. That is why we conduct sport festivals, which is also called, intramurals.

         

          We, students, should not only show how good we are on academics, but we should also show our ability in sports. This is to show that we are not only mentally fit but also physically. In these sport festivals, we compete against others to show them who are better than others. Other than showing our skills, this event also shows our sportsmanship. If we lose we should accept it.

          We should excel in all aspects. We should keep that goal in our minds. We should train ourselves in something worthwhile rather than sitting lazily doing nothing. It is important to use our body well and keep it fit. We should show how strong we are, not only in other things but also in sports. Those are some of the things that Intramurals are related to with our lives,

            

Blog # 2.2 Mother Tongue or Foreign

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”
― Nelson Mandela

Mother Tongue vs. Foreign Language

We communicate to others using different languages. The one that our own country uses is our mother tongue and it is called Tagalog. We, Filipinos, speak Tagalog in our normal conversations. It’s true that it is very comfortable to speak using our own language but if you were asked, what would you choose? 

Foreign languages are important, especially when we go to other places. Learning it would make us understand what foreign people are talking about. English is one example of a foreign language. As you can see nowadays, almost all of us know how to speak English, even if it’s just a small amount. It is the language used by most of the people in the world to talk to other races. There are a lot more languages other than that but, English is the one widely spoken.

If I were to choose a language, I think I would pick foreign languages, because it is not only important to us, but to others as well. When we go to foreign countries, learning their language is so important so that we can understand their thoughts. I am a Filipino and I am proud of my own language, but you cannot deny the fact that learning other languages is far important in terms of how we live here on earth.

Blog 2.1 A Short Story

“You are, and always have been, my dream.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook 

IT’S JUST A DREAM

            I opened my eyes and saw myself lying in a taciturn hospital room. I was alone without any clue what’s going on. What happened to me? I had so many questions but no one was around to answer me and more importantly, who am I? That was one thing I should know myself but I didn’t. 

I don’t know what to do so I just tried to sit up feeling some horrible pain on my head. I observed my room with such curiosity that I even noticed the coiffure of the room. I saw a huge cupboard leaning beside the wall on my left side and on top of it is a cup of coffee with a small bitten canapé. Maybe someone was here even before I woke up. I just stayed sitting on the bed with white blankets covering me when I heard someone’s footsteps coming near. I heard a woman talking with a doctor, I suppose.

“Ma’am, you know that we did resuscitate her at that time. It’s been six months already, aren’t you going to let her rest in peace.” I heard a man saying. I think they have stopped to talk at the door so I lied down and placed on my head on the pillow with my position before. I continued to eavesdrop on their conversation, though.

“You know that we’re affluent, right? That is not to boast to you, and you know that we can get any accommodation we want for my daughter. You don’t know how, I, her mother, feel that maybe she’ll wake in a few days or even today. We just can’t let her die! She’s so crazy for doing this because of that!” I heard the woman weeping loudly. Is she my mother? Well, probably she is, but, what did I do?

“Calm down, ma’am. You should get your things now and go home. Don’t worry, your daughter is safe.” I heard him say as I see them entering the door to my room. They haven’t seen me awake though so I closed my eyes and acted like I was really sleeping. 

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5 am already. Did I fell asleep last night? I can’t even remember seeing them go out of my room. I sat up without feeling any ache. Feeling some kind of ennui, I, just suddenly felt an eagerness to go out of this room and see the world outside. I feel nauseous with this cord giving air through my nose. I didn’t notice someone coming, or any footsteps, but then my door just suddenly opened up. An ephebe who was wearing a huge headphone while carrying a black plastic bag entered and saw me with a look of surprise all over his face. I was staring directly at him and he slapped his face suddenly. “Are you really awake already?” He started talking then waved his right hands to me as if I don’t see him. “Hey lady, can’t you see me? You’re a very garrulous girl but don’t be such a coy right now.” 

I didn’t say anything and just locked my eyes on the young man. He continued to walk and placed the plastic bag in top of the cupboard. Something was there last night, right? Who cleaned the mess last night? Never mind, it doesn’t matter anyways. But then, the man whom I don’t even know took two cans of beer from the plastic. “Want to quaff some beer?” he threw one at me and I managed to catch it, but that was not on purpose. “You’re drinking alcohol at 5 in the morning? And who are you by the ways?” I suddenly blurted out what I wanted to say. “Hey, fastidious woman, don’t tell me, you’re having amnesia or something. Wait, are you suffering from a mental outbreak, huh?” He started to ask me something nonsensical. “I’m serious, you knave.” I yelled. “You never change, no matter what, hope to see you soon, hag. Your mother might say that we’re having a tryst.” He said while smiling before he turned back and left, leaving me with the can of beer in my hands. My tears just started to fall to my cheeks as I remember him and everything that I did to myself, knowing that I’ll never see him again.