Monday, April 11, 2016

The Power of Communication (Reflective Journal)

   Imagine the world without communication. It is like seeing the world in total darkness, looking at a picture with no subject, or writing on a paper by the use of a pen with transparent ink – there’s no life. It seems so impossible to live life without it.

     We watched two very informative video clips from TED.COM at Centrex. From these, I learned that “Communication is life itself.” According to the speaker, it was not just a use of language, but it was also all about obtaining and giving ideas through good speaking and listening as well.

     The discussion enlightens me until now that the art of communication is the most important life skill that every individual must attain. The main aim of communication is to uplift understanding between people. It doesn’t matter how we express – it may be verbal, body gesture, sign language, written or even eye to eye – as long as we can comprehend each other’s thoughts, that is communication. Without this, we cannot express our thoughts and feelings to other people; we will not be able to transfer and receive knowledge; and most of all, we will not be able to resolve conflicts.

     However, communication requires listening. It is all about conducting an exchange between us and others – giving and receiving. Good communicators know how to listen. This is a mental process where we ‘extract’ everything significant from what we heard. By this process, we are not just making ourselves clear to other people – we are also relating our life challenges on the situation that they are going through. Understanding despite of differences is uplifted by listening.

     The last week’s topic actually made an impact on me. The overall session made me realize that sometimes, I must get out of my comfort zone and be a competent leader. I admit that I was once a shy-type person. I hated speaking in front of many people because I was a pessimist – thinking that people around me would judge me. But I was wrong. When I learned proper communication, it led me to a lot of opportunities inside and outside the school; it helped me express my true self and gain true friends who accept me as I am; and most of all, it helped me build strong bonds with my fellow students and fulfill my responsibilities as a student leader.

     In a quote by James Humes, a former presidential speechwriter, “The art of communication is the language of leadership.” Communication is not talking alone. It is an extraordinary “art” that can empower people and change the world.

*I wrote this journal last year (2015).

     

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Paradox of Thrift: Five main reasons why we should start saving in banks (2-minute Video Presentation)

MUST WATCH:
Why should we start saving in banks
and not in piggy banks?


*This was an official entry to the FECY Video Contest 2015 conducted by the Central Bank of the Philippines. I made this video together with my classmates last year.

Come to an End (A poem, sequel of "The Misery")

The world will come to an end,
The rivers and the seas will stop on raging.
The flowers we see will stop on blooming,
This life will end and we’ll start a new beginning.

The world will come to an end,
Soon it will stop on rotating and revolving.
The lands, the waters, the universe will vanish,
And in heaven we’ll feel God’s embrace eternally.

The world will come to an end,
Sufferings, sorrow, and pain.
Time will come we’ll grieve no more,
Love will be felt, Joy will reign.

*I wrote this poem after a few months when I wrote "The Misery." This is the GOOD NEWS. Thank you LORD JESUS for your undying love for us!

The Misery (A poem)

Beneath the place of bliss,
Is a world of volatile peace,
Things pass by and fade,
Mystifying roads to take.

Choices, bewildering choices,
Questions in mind that won’t cease asking.
Thinking priggishly may lead you to mess,
But as you fail, you learn to value things.

Living life full of challenges,
Seeking answers to given riddles,
As I cross the bridge, I fall.
This is life – so I tell myself to ‘stand tall’.

This is a world of pitiless people,
Brimful of selfishness and arrogance.
To give the needy ten dimes,
Is like owing them, thousand times.

A world of envy and bitterness,
Feeling no contentment but insecurity,
People define money as their happiness,
Not knowing that believing this is foolishness.

One takes his first breath,
But the other breathes his last.
Aching hearts begin to tear,
For he lived his life too fast.

Everything in this world will perish,
Lives of the living, provisions of men.
This is the world of no eternity,
This is our world today – this is reality.

*I wrote this poem last year (2015). It is about the "other side" of our world today. I hope that all of us will make a change towards the betterment of our society.

God’s Perfect Plan (Reflective Journal)

     I was not at the Quezon City Science Interactive Center that time for Centrex. I was excused from the session because I was at Ateneo de Manila University for an entrance exam review.

     As a student who aims for a goal, I look to this once in a lifetime opportunity as a steppingstone towards the fulfillment of my dreams. Ateneo is such a prestige school with excellent standards on education. And I think, it is not only me who is dreaming to be an “Atenista,” but also a lot of aspiring students and achievers in the country. A lot of successful people in our nation like businessmen, personalities and leaders are graduates of this school. In fact, the incumbent President of the Republic of the Philippines, Benigno Aquino III is a product of Ateneo

     When I took my first step on that school, I felt excited and at the same time, I felt nervous. Because I knew that if I passed the entrance exam, it would be great – and it would be very challenging. But I was also open to the possibility that I may not pass the exam, or it would be a tough one for me.

     But thank God! Through faith and prayers, He shows me everyday that “Everything happens for a purpose.” From that point of my life, I became optimistic, and I face each challenge with positivity and determination.

     While I was walking around my “dream school,” I was thinking, “If it is not His will to let me study here in Ateneo, then what am I doing here?” I just realized that time that “God moves in mysterious ways” – ways that we couldn’t explain, because sometimes it was like happening for no reason. But in reality, “There’s a reason behind every situation.”

     That experience was full of new discoveries. Aside from Mathematics, Reading and Grammar, I also learned a new lesson in life that things happen in God’s perfect will. And for me, being there during the review was no accident. Hopefully, that was not the first and the last time that I would be able to go there.

     God has a wonderful plan for me. And I know, it is the best for me.

*I wrote this reflective journal last year (2015). Unfortunately, I didn't make it to the top 300+ during the entrance exam last October. I failed to study at my dream school, but GOD HAVE NOT FAILED TO AMAZE ME. It was Tuesday this week when I took an entrance exam at the Nazareth School of National University and surprisingly, I ranked 1 among all the examinees. My experience have proven that "God has a wonderful plan for me. And I know, it is the best for me."

Always instill both in your mind and heart that failure is just a sign that VICTORY is coming your way. JUST DON'T GIVE UP AND LET THESE DOWNFALLS STRENGTHEN YOU. GOD HAS A WONDERFUL PLAN FOR EACH ONE OF US. TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!

Thursday, April 7, 2016

#PimpleProblems 101: Find out the solution! (Features)

     #PimpleProblems is actually common to teenagers like me. Pimples are like "small but terrible" spots on the face because these may lessen a person's self-esteem.  People have different views on the possible causes of these "irritating spots on the skin." They say it's hormonal change, genetics, stress, nuts (naaah), chocolates (WAIT. These are anti-oxidants, right? O.O), fatty foods, love life (WHAAAAT!?), etc. But based on my research in the web, these are just possible factors. The main reason why acne or pimples appear on the face is because of poor hygiene. Pimples usually tend to pop up on an oily skin.

     And so, it is necessary to clean our face at least twice a day. WATER AND SOAP IS NOT ENOUGH. I have tried a lot of facial cleansers, anti-bacterial soaps, facial cream/lotions and other anti-acne products. But these things haven't gave me the solution. Everything starts to get miserable (for me HAHAHA) until my dad have read something in his book (Reader's Digest) about acne treatment.

     Personally, I use BENZOYL PEROXIDE - one of the solutions for acne treatment. It is a water-based keratolytic gel that is anti-bacterial. It is only applied on the affected areas in minimal amounts. It is available OVER THE COUNTER in some drug stores. NOTE: The mechanism of action of benzoyl peroxide is not totally understood but its antibacterial activity against Propionibacterium acnes is thought to be a major mode of action. (Excerpt from the CLINICAL PHARMACOLOGY of the brand that I use) 

*IT IS ADVISED TO CONSULT YOUR DERMATOLOGIST FIRST BEFORE USING THIS BECAUSE THIS MIGHT HARM YOUR SENSITIVE SKIN IN HIGH AMOUNTS.

     Benzoyl Peroxide is best after washing your face with mild GENTLE SKIN CLEANSER to avoid skin irritation. Just apply a liberal amount of skin cleanser (it is actually soap-free) on the face, rub it gently and rinse it with tap water. OPTIONAL: You can also use facial cleansers after washing your face to remove deep-seated dirt.


     I found the Benzoyl Peroxide-mild cleanser combination effective for my acne treatment. I have seen visible results in less than two weeks. REMEMBER: It is still recommended to ask a dermatologist first because this acne treatment might not be effective on all skin types. THIS IS JUST A TIP.


     Questions? Suggestions? Comment below. :) Thank you!

Fort Santiago: A depiction of Filipino Heroism (Features/Travelogue)

     It was January 2013 when I had one of the most unforgettable experiences in my life, and it was the “Educational Tour.” Every place was a good destination – every step that we took in these places was memorable. But among all the places that we’ve went to, there was one destination that made an impact on me during that tour – and that was Fort Santiago.
     Everything about Fort Santiago captured my heart. As far as I remember, it was like a beautiful park with majestically-designed landscapes. That place was so classic – I saw old houses, huge gates, bridges and stone-made structures that I have never seen before. But beyond all these, there was one fact that broke my heart – it was when our tour guide told us that ‘thousands of death took place at the very spot where we lay our feet.’ I couldn’t just imagine how did that happened.


     Out of curiosity on what our tour guide said that time, I visited a ‘travel blog’ in the internet. There, I have read a lot about Fort Santiago. I knew that it was not a paradise like what I thought before. Stories of heroism occurred in this historic place. Several lives of Filipino soldiers were lost in its prisons during the Spanish Colonial Period and World War II. Moreover, this was also where our national hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal, was imprisoned before his execution at Bagumbayan which is now known as the Luneta Park, in 1896.

     During the Spanish Era in the 16th century, Spanish conquistador Miguel Lopez de Legazpi and the Spaniards first built a walled city in the Philippines known as Intramuros. The huge walls were strong enough to wade off invaders and were designed to protect the city and the Spanish Empire from foreign invasions. On the endmost portion of their walled city located a “defense fortress” where the Spanish soldiers guard the city throughout the day. This is called “The Santiago,” the main gate of Fort Santiago. This place became the base of the Spanish Military during their colonization of the Philippines in 333 years.

     This was also where Dr. Jose P. Rizal was imprisoned before his execution in Bagumbayan. Because of love for freedom for his beloved nation, he fought not through the strength of his body – but through the might of his quill pen and paper. In fact, while he was in Fort Santiago, he wrote his “Mi Ultimo Adios” (My Last Farewell) to the Filipino people and passed it to his sister by hiding it in a lamp during the eve of his execution. As a tribute to the heroism of Dr. Rizal, the government built a replica of Rizal Shrine which is originally located at Laguna. Currently, the Rizal Shrine in Intramuros serves as a home to various memorabilia such as the shells he collected in Dapitan, books, manuscripts and artworks belonging to Rizal. His footsteps from his cell to the location of actual execution are also represented by footsteps embedded on the ground in bronze.

     Moreover, inside the fort were huge and deep cells where Filipino and American soldiers were thrown by the Japanese army during the World War II in 1940s. In a travel blog, it was instituted as the “Hole of Death.” It was infested with rats, snakes, vermin and was full of rotting water. This is where hundreds of soldiers tortured overnight. Having a small hole for air to enter, everyone packed inside died of asphyxiation – and when it rained so hard – they would drown.

     The Fort Santiago and the whole city of Intramuros were heavily damaged during the Second World War by the Japanese Imperial Army. That was why when the city was declared a National Historical Monument, the government began to reconstruct its walls in 1951 and make replicas of completely-destroyed structures. However, lots of walls, huge canons and several ruins were preserved to keep it original.

     Fort Santiago in Manila is really a historic heritage site. It depicts the heroism of the Filipinos from the very beginning when it was built. Currently, it is declared a Shrine of Freedom since 1950 and the Intramuros Administration now manages the reconstruction, maintenance, and management of the fort since 1992.

    January 2013 became memorable for me. Everything that I saw that time instilled in me that I should be proud that I am a Filipino.

*I wrote this travelogue two years after we went to Fort Santiago for the Educational Tour.




Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Secrets for Healthy Living (Reflective Journal) ft. Mr. Paul Wrenn, weightlifting title holder

          Nowadays, the use of illegal drugs, chain smoking and the abuse of alcohol are rampant around the globe. These life-threatening vices cause a lot of damage in the physical body of those who are being dependent or addicted to it.

          A lot of people who undergo hardships in life tend to think that doing these vices as part of their “daily routine” will help them solve their problems. However, they are not aware of the real outcomes that may happen to them by depending too much on cigarettes, illegal drugs and alcohol. That is why they choose to keep their eyes close, in order for them not to see all the consequences of what they are doing.

As these vices make minds a “blank spot,” these problematic people seem to forget all their problems for a while. But as the time goes by, these vices begin to ruin their lives and make everything more miserable. They forget to care for their physical health because they have allowed themselves to be “eaten” by hard situations. So, instead of finding solutions to put everything into place, they have led themselves into an absolute misery – they are putting themselves in the midst of death.

There is one person who inspired me to practice a healthy lifestyle. He is Mr. Paul Wrenn, a multi-national and world title holder for weightlifting. He won 24 national and 14 world power lifting titles in “Open and Masters” – a popular weight lifting competition.

Wrenn is already 68 years old, but his strength “overpowers” his age. He can lift a high-weighing person by his head, break a thick wood into two with his hands and he also lets a man to punch his stomach at his best to prove that he is still strong. He shared to us his two secrets on how he has maintained his tough and healthy body, despite of aging.

Mr. Wrenn’s first secret is discipline. He avoids smoking, taking illegal drugs and drinking alcohol. He has no vices at all. He eats fruits, vegetables and lots of protein to fortify his muscular strength. Then, he exercises regularly for good metabolism and strong cardio. He has that ability to say to himself “no” to bad lifestyle. He never abused his physical body – he continues to practice a healthy lifestyle even now that he’s already a bit old.

I like his first secret, but I love his second revelation. Mr. Wrenn told us that his source of strength was his faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

As a Christian and a believer of the Living God, I am so blessed and motivated by what he had revealed to us.  Like Mr. Wrenn, my faith in God is my source of strength that is why I am able to face all the circumstances in life. My faith always reminds me that there is Jesus who can be our refuge in times of trials and sorrow – and there’s no reason to give up. Mr. Wrenn believes that he cannot do what he can do today if the Lord is not with him, likewise to my situation. It says in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through CHRIST who STRENGTHENS me.” And so, I strongly believe that Jesus’ presence in our hearts is our strength.

I had a lot of realizations during the last week’s message. I was so blessed to meet a person with a strong body but with a humble heart. Mr. Wrenn became a good example to me and to my fellow scholars in terms of having a good lifestyle. There is no reason for us to kill ourselves slowly with vices when we have problems – if we feel like giving up, let us always remember that our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and He is always there to give us STRENGTH to face all the ups and downs of life. Live healthy and live life to the fullest!

*I wrote this journal last January 23 this year during his visit in the Philippines. It was such an honor to meet him. I was blessed to see him so strong despite his age because GOD gave him that strength!





A Masterpiece Out of Hope and Love (Reflective Journal & Movie Review on "Every Child is Special")

     In this imperfect world, what matters most is power – money, position, riches and fame. It goes like this, “If you are poor, you’re nobody. If you are wealthy, you’re somebody.” But in the eyes of the Lord Almighty, the Creator of all, every person is a masterpiece. Just like the great painters who design their craft, they do not just maintain their style of artwork – they also make art experiments to create something new. But despite of different designs, their paintings are all special.

     On October 3, 2015, we watched a Hindi movie entitled, “Every Child Is Special.” Since then, this became my favorite movie. Not because of its setting, nor its special effects – but because of its essence.

     A young boy named “Ishaan” is the main character on the movie. He is a boy who sees the world full of wonders. He is an innocent child – whenever he smiles, he makes the people around him to cheer up. Everything seems so perfect for him, but there is one thing that makes him feel so “weird” and “out of place” from other children – and that is his Dyslexia. Everyone around him, even his own parents, treats him as a “hopeless case.” He cannot read and write properly. If his teacher asks him what he sees on his book, he will say that the “letters are dancing” – but no one believes in him. He is humiliated and mentally abused for no valid reason. Until one person comes in his life and turns his life the other way around – he is Ram, Ishaan’s art teacher.

     In this movie that I watched, for me, aside from Ishaan, Ram was one of the most important characters on the movie. What made an impact on me was his personality. He looked on everything with hope and love.

     I believe that as Christians and as leaders, we must acquire these characteristics and apply these in our daily lives. We must not act like “bigots” who dislike and judge other people for no reason. Instead, we must be open-minded and compassionate to understand different situations. Before saying that a person is not worthy, we must be open to all possibilities that this person may have problems in life or this person needs hope and love in order to bring out the best in him or her.

     There were times in my life when I experienced bullying. A lot of people discouraged me because they thought that I couldn’t make it to the finish line, which are my dreams. They thought that I was weak and too young to aim high. Fortunately, God gave me to my parents. Until now, they continue to support me all throughout my studies. They encourage me whenever I feel down or hopeless. They are the ones who always tell me not to give up and continue to aspire. They make me feel special everyday.

     Now, I realized that being intelligent or successful is not a basis of being special. Every person has an exceptional ability that makes him or her unique from others. What we only have to do is to help each other discover oneself. Let us bring out the brightest side of our fellow people – inspire, encourage and empower them with undying hope and unfailing love.

*I wrote this last year. This was one of the journals that I passed at HB Centrex (a student leadership program) in Quezon City.

"Every Child is Special" is such a good movie. It's a MUST WATCH.

DAKILANG PAG-IBIG (Magnificent Love, a poem)

Di man mawari kung bakit mata'y ipinipikit,
Sa mga oras na makita ko siyang namimilipit.
Dahil ba sa pinagdaraanan niyang sakit,
O dahil alam kong marumi ang aking budhi.

Hindi man siya ang nagkasala,
Inako niya ang ating pagdurusa.
Sanlibutan ang dapat ay hinampas,
Ngunit hagupit ng latigo'y siya ang nakaranas.

Patulo'y nang humina ang kaniyang katawan,
Duguan mula ulo hanggang talampakan.
Mga tao'y hindi pa nasiyahan,
Pinagbuhat ng krus nang sapilitan.

Matapos hampasi'y siya ay inihiga,
Sa krus na siya rin ang nagdala.
Ipinako ang mga kamay at paa,
Isinuot sa kanya'y tinik na korona.

Hindi ko lubos na maisip,
Tayo'y inihingi ng tawad sa Ama nating nasa langit
Sa kabila ng kirot at hapding sinapit,
Nagawa niyang patawatin mga katulad natin.

Tunay na pagmamahal ay inihandog sa atin,
Sa kabila ng ating lubos na pang-aapi.
Lumalapit po kami sa inyo o Diyos sa langit,
Linisin niyo po ang aming puso't isip.

Handog sa ati'y pagkakataong makapasok sa kaniyang kaharian,
Binigyan tayo ng regalong buhay na walang hanggan.
Taos puso po ako sayo'y nagpapasalamat,
Iniligtas niyo po kami mula sa mga apoy ng luha’t pighati.
*I wrote this poem three years ago (2013). I was inspired writing this after I went to church.
Undeniably, God's love for us is magnificent.

Let Love be the Foundation (Reflective Journal)

      “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” ― Mother Teresa


     Unconditional Love – this was the essence of the movie entitled, “Mother Teresa of Calcutta” that we watched during that session. Mother Teresa was really an epitome of a helpful, caring, thoughtful and a loving person. Because of what I have watched that day, I realized something that changed my views about serving people.


     Before, I thought that whenever I serve people, I must be paid back. Honestly, I was a conditional person. I believed that it was just right for me to expect something from others whenever I help them. But I was wrong.

     The true essence of helpfulness is love. We must help people, because we love to share our blessings to them, and not because we are obliged to. We must do good things to them and make them happy because we love to see them that way. Even small things turn into great ones whenever we lend a hand to them with all our hearts. The root of all pure acts of kindness and generosity is love.

     Love as a foundation on helping people is like the details of an artwork – the more you add different colors, beautiful designs and a touch of inspiration and passion – the more it becomes a wonderful and a meaningful masterpiece. Now, try to imagine the world without love. Do you see it? It is like painting on a canvass with a transparent paint or water. There’s no discernible change.

     Just like Mother Teresa, we must see to it that helping others is our responsibility as Christians, and as citizens of the nation who really see the situation and the needs of their fellowmen. All of us are called to help and serve others for betterment and for the glory of God. To help others with purity, we must have the faith to remove hopelessness – and we must hold love in our hearts to do great things – in order to change the world.

*I wrote this journal a year ago (2015).

Dahong Palay (Literary Review)

     Dahong Palay could be a knife used by the farmers for field works, or the palay itself. But in Doctor Arturo B. Rotor’s short story entitled, “Dahong Palay,” it referred to the venomous snake that almost killed Sebio, the main character of the story.

     “The big ax sang its way through the large arc and then came down on the block of wood with a mighty crash. It neatly cleaved into two formidable mass, the pieces flying for a long distance in opposite directions… Small were his muscles and flat and flabby when relaxed. But how hard and powerful they became when he tensed them!”

     The story began by introducing the main character and his work in the rice fields. He was described as a young man who had a splendid toughness with a twist – he had small muscles that did not seem fit for this kind of task. Despite of his “not so impressive” physical appearance, he was capable of doing intense work like this.

     “How deceptive his figure was, Sebio thought! No wonder those who knew him called him Sebiong Pasmado because of his slight figure, his spindle-shanks, his timidity. None of them could believe that he could lift two Socony cans full of water with either hand and raise them shoulderhigh, or that he could carry three sacks of rice on those narrow shoulders… If he could only summon such strength in those foolish games of strength and skill! He had always failed there, miserably. Somehow his courage always ran out before a noisy, bantering crowd.”

     In some parts at the exposition of the story, it is mentioned that Sebio was perpetually teased by his neighbors for his lack of vigor – he looks physically weak. He had that “Sebiong Pasmado” (Sebio the weakling) identity because of his slight figure – his chest was flat, his neck was long and his legs were thin. He always failed to win these “foolish games of strength and skill” in front of an earsplitting crowd. Because of these failures, he lacked self-confidence. But on his own, he had an impressive and exceptional strength that even his relatives did not know.

     On the succeeding part of the story, Sebio’s mother instructed him to go to his Tia Binay’s house to work and give the whetstone which his aunt wanted to borrow. When he reached his aunt’s place, Serbio greeted Tia Binay and all the workers there a good evening. Tia Binay is described in the story as an old woman with failing eyes unable to see well even during daytime. And so, she peered at Sebio. When the young man told his name to her, she still couldn’t recognize him, until one cruel joker shouted “Sebiong Pasmado!” Sebio, with blazing eyes, turned his face to the working men. But then, he ignored them when he just saw “sneering faces.” He just gave the whetstone to his Tia Binay and thanked her for the herbs she gave for his uncle’s rheumatism. After this, he found a seat in a darkest and farthest corner, and there he took a rest.

     “After a while, so lost was he in his thoughts that he did not see a package done up in a banana leaf which a small white hand held out to him – not until a voice spoke. “Here, Serbio, never mind those people. They are idlers. Try my suman. I made it myself.” Not until she spoke did he recognize Merci… Slowly he became his old self again.”

     The lady was Merci, the girl whom Sebio was attracted to. Because of Merci and the good-tasting suman that she made, Sebio recovered his self-control and became his likeable self again. This was how this beautiful lady affects this young man.

     “He became aware that the workers were being changed. The second shift was ready. He got up… Tia Binay was assigning each to his place… Merci was with them to complete the group of three. For a moment he could hardly contain his joy, and then he remembered that he was also with Pacio, the bully, the braggart. Bog-bog-bog! Every pestle fell with a dull thud each time… Merci, conscious of the strain under which Sebio had begun to labor, endeavored to relieve it, “This morning we chased a big snake across the yard, but it escaped.” “They say that nothing can prevent from the bite of some snakes.” “If you are bitten on the arm, you may have to cut it off.” “Or burn it,” volunteered Pacio sneeringly… He tossed up the heavy pestle, causing it to describe the figure “8” in mid-air… “Wonderful,” said everyone. Sebio felt himself growing hot all over. Pabio had challenged him… “See how industriously Sebio works. He does not even see us. Tia Binay, you really ought to consider him for a son-in-law.” The taunt was flung by a heartless rival.”

     In the rising action of the story, the discussion, that was supposedly about the “big snake,” turned into a competition between Pabio and Sebio – to win Merci’s heart. Once again, another set of “games of strength and skill” was conducted during their time of work. In this part, Merci told the noisy workers that her “nanay” did not need any son-in-law, for she was strong enough to work. Pacio confidently asked Tia Binay what her son-in-law must be like, but she refrained from answering – until everybody in the place answered for her. Exasperated Merci disagreed to all their responses and said that Tia Binay’s son-in-law must first be her husband.

     “…Pabio stood up. He stepped up to one of the mortars and took from it a horseshoe that was nailed for good luck. He seized each end and gripped hard. In the light no one could see Pacio very well, and they felt rather than saw the bulging lines of his muscles as he strained them convulsively. What they actually saw was the curved piece of iron being slowly straightened out by Pacio’s hands. A murmur of admiration rose from the crowd… “Try that Milio. But don’t crack it!” and Pacio laughingly tossed the piece of iron to him. “No thanks. Suppose I vomit blood!” And Milio tossed it to Sebio… He could feel the heat mounting to his cheeks as he gripped the two ends and strained… He thought he felt the iron give away, and he opened his eyes. He saw that it had bent only a little… Shamed face, Sebio retired to a corner.”

     Just like what happened in all his “games of strength,” he lost. What made him feel more shameful was that, Merci, the lady he tried to impress, was watching him. However, Merci was very understanding. In the story, she actually approached Sebio in a very nice way, as if nothing happened. She asked the young man to help her get some hay for them to roast some corn to eat. Expectedly, Sebio eagerly followed Merci. Finally, there was someone who understood him. His disgust at himself rose, caused him to kick the pile of hay. The lady sympathized Sebio, this eased his emotions somehow.

     “They dropped their burden at the center of the clearing. And then as he turned away a blood-curdling scream from Merci pierced the noise being made by the merry-makers. He turned around to see what had frightened the girl. From the bundle that Merci dropped, had emerged, rearing its head like some fantastic toy, its slender, green body poised to strike, - a snake! There’s no time to plan what to do… Instinctively, however, he made a move to place himself between the girl and the danger… He fell on his face and before he could recover the serpent had bitten him on the calf of the leg, and then was gone.”

     The serpent described in the climax of the story was the “Dahong Palay.” This was what might have bitten Merci, if Sebio didn’t made a move to save her. This snake gives off poisonous venom to the bitten victim that if not treated immediately, it may cause death. In the story, Sebio felt the “searing course” of the deadly poison from his leg up to his fast-beating heart. He could see only hazy faces. He became too pale. Fortunately, the loud voices of those people who surrounded him kept him conscious.

     “It was Merci… It was she who tore a piece of her skirt and bound up his leg tightly above the wound… “A knife, for the love of Christ!” Sebio again muttered convulsively… Then a large knife was handed to him.”

     In the falling action, Sebio had taken the sharp knife and slashed across the two pin pricks. Dark blood came out slowly from his bitten leg. And then, he took the red-hot iron and thrust it into the wound. He treated himself in a way that showed how unbelievably strong he is to the horrified crowd.

     Sebio gained the respect of the people around him after showing his bravery. The crowd told him that he would never be called “Sebiong Pasmado” again. This was how the story ended up.

 *I wrote this literary review a year ago (2015). This was actually one of the requirements in our Journalism subject for the third quarter. I was about to delete this article in my PC, but I thought that this article was informative. So, I posted this in my blog.

Urban Farming: Doing the Farmwork in the Cities (A Science article)

     Can we do ‘farming’ in cities?

     In an urban municipality, do we notice the polluted air that we breathe? Are we also aware that the death rates caused by diabetes, kidney stones, and other health complications are higher in urban places than in rural areas? And do we know that malnutrition and obesity are very dominant in cities because people, particularly children - if not eating nutritious foods like fruits and vegetables - are eating more meat and processed foods?

     After discerning all these, we come up with a conclusion that these are the problems that have one solution – and that is “Urban Farming.”

     Where are we going to ‘farm’ in a big city like ours? Is Urban Farming costly? Do we have to allot so much of our time to do this?

     In a seminar conducted in our school, Jose P. Laurel Sr. High School, by Quezon City Vice Mayor Joy Belmonte on July 2, 2015, we have learned that doing the farm work, or simply gardening, is feasible in urban areas. According to the speaker, “The Most Outstanding Agriculturist in Romblon”, Mrs. Analyn Martinez, Urban Farming is doable even in limited spaces in our homes and in our schools.

     It won’t cost us a lot of money. In fact, the things that we need to start Urban Farming are already around us. We may not see the value or the purpose of those things at once – but with a creative mind, eventually we will realize that these things have other uses – that could even change our lifestyle in the long run!

These are the things or factors that we need to start Urban Farming:

1. Space

     We have to allot space for gardening. In our homes, we may have small backyards where we can start planting. And in our schools, we may have small gardens and rooftops. But if we want to save space and at the same time, decor our home exterior with plants, we can use our huge window grills, patios or small balconies where we can put some pots. As long as the place is exposed to the sunlight and air, it would be good for urban farming. Vertical gardening is also a good idea to save more space. But we can only plant veggies with shallow roots on vertical gardens.

2. Air and Water

     The three non-mineral nutrients that are very essential to the plant’s growth are found in the air and in the water. These nutrients are hydrogen (H), oxygen (O) and carbon (C). In a process called the photosynthesis, plants extract energy from the sunlight and use it to change carbon dioxide (CO2 - carbon and oxygen) and water (H2O- hydrogen and oxygen) into starch and sugar forms, which serve as their food. Sprinkling water on it every morning is good for the plants!

3. Fertile Soil

     We need soil to grow plants. It is a mixture of sand, silt, clay, and organic matter. However, we cannot use pure sand, clay, and small pebbles as an alternative for the soil, because only the soil particles can hold water between them, allowing the plant’s roots to draw water from it. Also, the 13 essential nutrients needed by a plant to grow are found on the soil. These are nitrogen (N), phosphorus (P), potassium (K), calcium (Ca), magnesium (Mg), sulfur (S), boron (B), copper (Cu), iron (Fe), chloride (Cl), manganese (Mn), molybdenum (Mo), and zinc (Zn).

4. Pots or containers

     We need pots or containers to hold the plant on the soil in place. It also keeps the space for urban gardening neat and orderly. But we can use plastic bottles and containers as alternatives. 6-liter bottles are good replacements for large pots; 1.5-liter bottles for hanging pots or vertical garden containers; and egg trays for seedlings. We just have to make sure that there are holes on the bottom, or on the side of the plastic containers to enable the exchange of gases in the soil, and for drainage.

5. Seeds or Seedlings

     There are fruits, veggies and herbs that can be planted in our urban gardens. Some of them can be directly planted on soil, but some requires transplantation. Another, they vary in sizes. We can plant seeds or seedlings, depending on the space that we allotted for our urban garden. If we have a huge backyard, we can plant tall-growing trees like the “Malunggay trees” and the “Orange trees.” But if we prefer vertical gardening, we may plant seedlings with shallow roots - such as Lettuce, Mustasa, Pechay, Kangkong and Cabbage. There are seeds that can be planted directly on soil in our urban gardens, like Spinach, Carrots, Cucumbers, Okra, and Ampalaya.

6. Fertilizer

     Actually, we don’t have to buy fertilizers – these may already contain chemicals that may harm the plants and the soil if we put on too much. Let us make “organic fertilizers” as an alternative. A mixture of biodegradable wastes such as rotten foods, leaves, and animal manures will do. It may smell or look nasty, but we can use rubber gloves or a long piece of wood to mix them. By using organic fertilizers instead of chemical ones, we are already conserving our environment.

7. Pesticides

     There are pests that may harm our urban garden. That is why we need to have pesticides to repel or kill them. Instead of using chemical pesticides that may also harm the plants too, use organic pesticides. You just have to chop 15 pieces of “Siling Labuyo,” and a sachet of laundry powdered soap. Then put all these inside a 1.5-liter bottle filled with water. Afterwards, shake  the bottle to mix them.

     Funded by the Vice Mayor’s Office, “The Joy of Urban Farming” project aims to improve nutrition, promote organic and eco-friendly surroundings, and at the same time, reduce poverty. But personally, I see that there are many benefits that we can attain if each family will start Urban Gardening in their homes. This can be our source of livelihood, and our source of nutritious foods everyday. And aside from saving more money, growing plants will also make the air fresh, oxygen-sufficient and safe to inhale.

     It would require us some time and a little of our budget. But isn’t worth it to invest on something that eventually, will benefit us for a lifetime? In fact, the local government is helping us. Our school is one of the beneficiaries of this project. The representatives of the Office of the Vice Mayor gave us seeds, seedlings, and sacks of soil to start Urban Farming in our school rooftop.

     Let us imagine the impact of Urban Farming in resolving malnutrition and poverty in Quezon City: the estimated number of households in 2012 was 706,564. If each family would have a “Fruit and Vegetable Urban Garden” in their homes, 3.2 million people would benefit from it. That would drop the malnutrition and poverty rate in Metro Manila by up to 25-percent. How much more if Urban Farming is implemented to all urban municipalities in the Philippines? For sure, that would make a discernible change to the ecological, nutritional, and economical aspects of the whole country.

      “In gardening, you realize that everything in life is connected to the soil. You get a deeper understanding of life. You get your hands dirty to create something beautiful and useful,” said Raul Norbe, “The Joy of Urban Farming” program agriculturist. Let us keep this thought in our minds – and in our hearts.

Sources/Bases (on facts):
·        http://www.rappler.com
·        http://www.quezoncity.gov.ph
·        http://www.google.com.ph
·        Joy of Urban Farming Facebook Page (l.facebook.com)

*I wrote this article on urban farming a year ago (2015). This was published on "The Laurel", the Official English School Publication of Jose P. Laurel Sr. HS (December 2015 issue).



Action Defines True Wisdom (A poem)


A good speaker,
A wise speaker,
Is he a good listener?
Is he a good doer?

How about a follower,
A biddable follower,
Is he a good listener?
Is he a good doer?

Action speaks louder than words,
Said the self-educated president.
This gave me a noesis,
Enlightened me the difference of being wise,
And of being acquiescent.

To say yes seems that you've listened,
To say okay sounds that you're responsive.
But speaking alone is not enough,
To show your sincerity to do well.

Unlike a very submissive follower,
Willing to fulfill his tasks,
He does listened, he does obeyed,
There's sincerity, the task turned into reality.

To follow means you obeyed,
To speak means you just heard,
Now, I believe that something should materialize,
To define the real meaning of being wise.

*I wrote this poem 3 years ago (2013)