Informal theme #4.3

Shadows of the Heroes

            Love is the only war worth dying for but choosing to go into the war to save the country is a different thing; we call it heroism. Though both Aeneas and Hector knew that fighting for the city is a huge gamble, they still chose to leave their family behind hoping that if they succeed in protecting the country, their children and the next generations would inherit serenity.

            Looking at a rear distance, we would perceive the shadows of these two great heroes. That would be their consorts; Andromache for Hector and Creusa for Aeneas. Andromache and Creusa gave the whole lot that they could give to their spouses. They have given their eternal love and even begged for the safety of their husbands. They tried to alter the decisions of the two not to enter the war since their adhering would mean a less chance for them to seeing each other once again.

            The two pairs love each other very much. Even death could not keep them apart. Even though Aeneas and Andromache found new affection after the loss of their love, I still believe that within them are the memories of their late other halves and that there will be no other love that will able to overcome or even reach their warmth before.

            Whatever fate they received, we can’t really rebuff the fact that their love is genuine and forever lasting.

Informal Theme #4.1

Irate truth.

            Nuclear, political, civil, whatever you call it, we scare war. Obviously, the idea of our home being devastated by pitiless rivals is a nightmare. Things would be very difficult by those times if we were in a kin situation. Yes, even I would be confused of my decisions on what to do and what shall not.   

            As Aeneas tells his story in the feast of Dido, I can’t help myself not to feel pity on him. Leaving your home would be difficult, what more if you will not really see it anymore. Tragic though, Aeneas did not let this defeat keep him from striving. In those times, going through would be the only choice everyone has in hand. If you’ll not move on and escape the falling ruins of Troy, you might as well be left back and slaughtered. 

            I really admire Aeneas showing such courage in times when you can’t really depend to anybody but yourself. Even though, in that time, we could say that Aeneas is in both deep grief and rage, he did not let these emotions run his decisions. He still was able to choose to do the right.

            Truly, this epic hero really taught me of giving weight on what is right than what we wanted to do. Turning back, surrendering is not a symbol of weakness. It is choosing to do what is supposed to.

Informal Theme #4.2

No aid at all

            Life is fair. Yes, sometimes, we might feel the wrath but who cares most of the time we are happy. If we easily complain on how these problems overthrow even our slightest optimism, we might as well get tired of living too fast. Giving life its fruitful future would be the greatest payback we could return Him and moving forward, facing the obstacles would be the way to overreaching it. God gave us the strength; we must know how to utilize it.

            Though we could not really force ourselves not to feel sappy whenever experiencing down falls, we should make ways to climb back to where we started. Stumbling isn’t dire at all unless we don’t know how to stand and let others step us on. Imperfections are important; just as mistakes are. We only get to be good by learning from mistakes and we get to be real by being imperfect. 

            Actually, many have been successful because of toppling. A great example would be Thomas Edison. He was kicked out of school and was forced to pursue studying at home. No one knew that time that this young man would be one of the greatest icons so as Jack Dorsey, the famous inventor of twitter. We might just don’t know but in time, these terrible losses would  lead to ultimate victories.

            As the saying goes, “don’t look where you fell, but where you slipped’. We must not always look on what tragedies we’ve been through; instead, we must value the things we gained after the raging storm. Mistakes would serve as door to experiences but do not let two doors to open so that you see what you must learn.

Informal Theme# 3.5

Perfect Smile? None.

            Smile? Everyone knows how to smile. What’s new with that. Why do people have been constantly debating on who, why, when, where Mona Lisa painting originated? Too many questions. Too many.

            Through ages, Mona Lisa, Leonardo da Vinci’s most famous masterpiece has continuously triggered the rarest mind of human kind. What’s so rare with this one? The answer is the way it was crafted. If you’re one of those who takes hours just to finish drawing a stickman then this is a no joke to you. It would be extremely difficult to produce an artistic and well crafted portrait painting. Even the painting alone is not a joke, what more if it is a portrait.

            Even once, I never had the chance to view the painting live so I could not tell whether da Vinci’s magic really exists. Though many accounts tell that this has an enigmatic smile that on the slightest tilt would alter the emotion of the drawing, I still don’t find anything interesting about it. Maybe because I have bigger concerns than arguing on petty matters.

            Okay well, frankly, I don’t care about the background of the painting. I don’t see any value or use on knowing what’s behind it. Yes, the painting looks stunning but that’s it. Be fascinated once so that your amazement would remain as it was the first time. 

Informal Theme# 3.4

Walking with the General.

            That day was Tuesday, September 10. I was doing some homeworks and after a while decided to take my rest. As the usual routine, I brushed my teeth first then somewhat cleansed my body next. I still tried to finish all the tasks but the headache came so I decided to shut down the computer. When I was about to turn off the lights, I saw this man at the road. Though it was dark, I could still see him vividly. He seems to be sad, yes, he’s alone. I went out to see him. Maybe that’s just our neighbor so I took the courage to look at him then CRAP. I was startled when I saw him in bright light. It was a familiar face but I can not recognize him.

            “Marcos”, his shaking voice limpsed into the air.

            The feeling of amazement came first before my fear. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.

            He speaks again, “I don’t have any companion this day. Could you please celebrate this wonderful day with me?”

            I said yes. No more word runs through my mind but yes. After that, the surroundings magically altered. I don’t know hot it happened but the houses turned into a palace. A coconut palace palace I guess. He asked me to get inside so I did. I don’t have the energy to ask questions bu that time. My head wad still blown and filled with anxieties and headache.

            “You know what. My life is the worst. I died but still people curse me.”, he started.

            There were flashbacks in my mind. Flashbacks of the movies and documentaries I have watched about him. I remembered each detail. I remembered how people hated him. How bastard his figure is to them.

            Moments passed and at last, I calmed down: no more headache, just normal. I tried to pacify him too.

            “Sir not at all. Not at all.”, I said it with a smile.

            I know completely that I am against his regime: side by side massacres, crimes and politics. Never did I see my self in that situation. However, giving a miserable man more reasons to be miserable is not a good thing to do. So I just put away these ideas in mind.

            I asked him next, “Sir, may I ask you one question?”

            “Yes what is it?” he responded.

            “Why do you seem so sad?”

            “I died without peace in my heart so forever will I feel this war at my conscience. I conquered too much power before, now it is serenity I need to conquer.”

            At that point, I don’t have any idea of what to do. The only plan I have is to stare at him and let my fascination swallow me wholly.

            After a while, a woman went inside the room and served us some coffee. Black. My coffee was black.

            I started to connect with him, “I have a lot of questions in mind sir. I can’t.. If it will not bother you sir, can I ask questions? Wait in controversies maybe.”

            “I guess yes.” He answered turning his smile into a frown.

            “Were you forced to enter politics?”, I said. I do not know if it was the good question to ask but hey, there’s no turning back. He already heard everything I said.

            “No. Definitely no. I love my country more thanmyself. I tried to be a good leader but it doesn’t turn out that way. The position blinded me wholly.”, he commced.

            “I tried to give everything to my family. I gave them the life we never experience before. However, everything was taken for granted. We dreamt of more than what we are experiencing. More power”

            Every words strips through his heart, I can feel it. Mishmash of emotions then came. I don’t know what to feel. Sorrow. He is full of sorrow.

            “The position was outrageously usurped. Our anticipations that were supposed to just alter our lives moved the lives of many. The next thing I could reminisce is the nightmare. The revolution.” 

            I know now how to feel. I felt pity on him. For years, we had been biased and heard nothing but the story of the hero and heroine in yellow. I then realized that there was this family full of terror in those lovely times.

            “Now I regret everything.”

            We took a walk. He continued his stories and I continued my drama. By the time we reached the wide door, I waved my last goodbye. He says something but he vanishes bit by bits so I weren’t able to comprehend what he were saying. Happy. Day. Those were the only words I could remember.

            Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I woke up from my dream. I can still remember everything vividly. I turned on the television the next day and found out that it was our late president’s birthday.

            Happy? Day? Haha. Happy Birthday maybe.

Informal Theme# 3.3

Monday madness.

            It is tiring to be a student. Restless nights, short vacations plus projects over projects. What more? I’m not telling that I don’t what to enter school anymore. What I am trying to say is that students carry a big burden at their backs and there are the possibilities that we would commit mistakes. More over, here are some, yes some, of the major offenses a student make and the punishments I think that could correct them.. I even confess that I got involved in not just one here. 

1. Cheating – Students love cheating. They even cheat a lot: on tests, home works, projects,        seat works, exercises, okay maybe all works done in school. Students must be marked           as zero on the first two times and on the third, detention.

2. Forgery - Late homework makers usually do this. They do this out of fear that their home         works or projects will be invalidated. Their projects must be always be invalidated as long as they never learn a lesson.

3. Vandalism – Those who don’t have any thing do in their lives usually do this. Draw here and     there. They must re paint everything they drew on and when they were caught in act             again, they will be expelled from the school.

4. Bullying – No one knows when they are being bullied. A person who bullies usually tease and   laugh on weak people. They must be guided on the right path because students who are   usually in this condition lack attention or self-esteem.

5. Cutting – Never did cutting become a resort to our problems. People who do this must be put   in the guidance office, have counciling and ask their parents to guide their children.

6. Plagiarism – Copying the work of others is not a good thing to do. People who do thid usually   are those are on the cliffs of their deadlines. Those who copy must be put in detention          for the third offense.

7. Fights – Detention and expulsion are the punishments. Nothing more.

8. Improper hair cut and uniform- They must be taught of what they should be acting. They must             serve as models, thus, must wear their uniform properly. On the second offense, their         parent’s attention will be called.

Informal Theme#3.2

Indirect, Direct, Oh Please.

Time: Lunch break

Place: inside the room

It was a boring time. I and Jessa talked to somewhat break the boredom. “ Hey Jessa, how were you?”, I started.

“Good as new. Haha” Jessa responded. “So how was your new year?”

“Nah. Boring.However, I guess things are new this year. We had somewhat a bigger feast. Haha. We cooked and invented on the stocks in our fridge. And you?”

“New Year is boring. I spent it with my cousins. We cooked out favorite foods and talked about our happy memories.”

“Happy memories, you really want happy memories? Haha just kidding. Are you done with the homeworks? Projects I mean. Projects are hidden home tasks you know.” I said.

“I’m not yet done with the projects and I guess you’re right. These projects are destructing our vacation.”

            “I get your point. I extremely get your point. Haha but in my case, it did not. Maybe somewhat yes but just on the last days. Cramming is my forte. OUR forte.” I assumed it jokingly.

            “Yes! Our forte!” she answered. She also said that she thinks that it is not just a mastery to us but a lot of students. Mostly the students of Cavite Science: the school that was supposed to be for industrious and worker students.

            “Yes workers! Workers on late Sunday and before classes” I also told her that I have been through this a lot and yet never learned a lesson.

            “Yes most of us are crammers. We usually cram just to meet deadlines.”

            “Yes but not all.” I even exaggerated that if this trait is cancerous we would be on the last stage.

            She then responded with a laugh. “If that’s so then we might have died long time ago!”

            “How about Gem? She cram a lot even those projects which are to be passed the next weeks.” She added.

            “Haha No way. They are nerds. They will never belong to us. By the way, why are you constantly sending me requests on facebook? I’m not fond of using apps there.”

            “That’s my cousin. He told me that he is using my account for playing. Don’t worry I changed my password already. He cannot use my facebook anymore” she answered.

            “Haha no problem. I’m not easily annoyed by popping notifs” I said. “ Ah good. Wait, be right back. You should listen to this one. She’s Andrea Gibson. She is incredibly talented. She carry away people through her poems. I’m a fan.”

            “Yes, I was carried away by the way he speaks.”

            “It’s he not she”

            Jessa said sorry and I responded that I was not correcting her. I’m just informing her that Andrea is a lesbian and a proud activist so there’s nothing to be sorry about.

            “Emotion flows from her work more than any I’ve heard. Before, my cousin said that Andrea is such an inspiring person but I just ignored her. I believe her now I guess.”

            “Better if you will listen more to her works specially to A Letter to the Playground Bully.” I recommended her.

            “Oh that sounds interesting. What about that?”

            “Haha just listen and be amazed. O wait, I need to go now. There is still a meeting I should attend.” I waved her goodbye.

Informal Theme#3.1

Dear Nymph,

            Just recently, we faced a lot of problems. You entered a whole new world to which I am completely uncertain to. It became very hard for me to express my feelings and I could not keep an eye to you. I am really scared of losing you and I miss you so much. I am dying to see you but I just don’t see anyway for our terrenes to meet. I am totally incapable of going to your place and  I don't feel the rights to. I really feel like being trapped inside my own cage.

            I did not talk to you for so long. Forgive me, my head just turned into mishmash of thoughts. I know that the love’s still there, I just don’t know what to do with it now. The feeling of vulnerability blinded me completely. I became extremely insensitive and for a lot of instances, hurt you. Sorry, I did not mean to do that.

            You made me feel so unworthy of your love. Your dream man is just too far even from my shadow. Whenever I see the man to whom you are greatly in loved before, I just can’t stop comparing myself to him. I feel small, really, really, small. I tried to understand your idealism for the longest time but my fear of losing you when you meet someone who is that great, entirely swallows my guts.

            Please don’t think that I don’t love you and I am not proud to have you. If you only know how gargantuan my desire of telling the world my love to you is. I love you; I am just too coward to face judgments and comparisons to your past.

            I can’t promise to you anything. I don't have the height, the face, the wealth. I am just a simple person. I am hesitant if I will be able to reach all your standards but I am trying my best to improve myself for you and for the future. I miss you so much.

            Maybe, I will stay silent these days. I would not like to disturb your priorities and block every opportunity that may come your way. I love you very much and I will be thankful for all my life if I will have you again. I wish to hold your hand as long as time permits us to.

               Again, Eulene, my nymph, I love you.

Sincerely yours,

Shepherd

3rd Grading

Informal Theme #7

Masterpiece!

            My ambition is to be an engineer someday, a productive citizen and a sturdy wall to my own family. Nevertheless, I know the road on achieving this dream will not be easy. I have to overcome humps and dangers. Storms will devastate but I should not let myself fear the trembling thunders. On my way, I will need guidance from someone who has great experience to this life and I see that person in the image of a mentor.

Yes, she's that awesome woman with shades :)

            Teaching is never a straightforward profession: educator at day and a parent at night. Time management is a crucial factor for them. Nonetheless, this is not the only aspect that creates this profession noble. “Great effort requires great payback”, this rule runs the industry for decades. Thus, it is the other way for teachers.

            Yes, indeed. Teaching is a difficult job but the word “difficult” is not in the vocabulary of this woman. She is a gorgeous mother to three children and the most beautiful teacher for, us. By her favorite quote, “God made me, therefore I'm a masterpiece” you could already tell that she is undeniably a symbol of positive outlook in life.

            Rosario Javier is her name. She was my Geometry teacher back then. With her unstoppable sense of humor, there is never a dull moment with her. Her optimistic atmosphere is contagious. Her words such as “exorcist (exercise)” and peborit day just complete my day.

            Ma’am Chato, Thank you for everything. You inspire me a lot. Happy teacher’s day! :)

Informal Theme #6

Existence.

To be or not to be: that is the question

Fear of the ambiguity of death and suicide damnation

Opting between dying or living in desperation

Is not a minute matter but a huge mystification

To be or not to be: that is the question

Perhaps, Life may seem awful but death is downer

Committing suicide is like penetrating a dungeon

No looking back: Dreading much than ever

To be or not to be: that is the question

Choose to breathe rather than to walk the unknown

Life has much to offer than imagination

So desire to subsist and value each second

Informal Theme #2.5

Mistaken Identities.

            “Another lesson, another Shakespearean play”, that was my exact reaction the time I stepped my first foot inside the TRC. I saw again the usual way of presentations, a powerpoint presentation, a projector and a whole lot more. “The Comedy of Errors”, I never heard of this book before and to my honest opinion, the title seems boring since I am not that fond of comedies. Hence, this work was made by Shakespeare so let’s give it a try.

            As its name implies, I thought of jokes and laughter and in that note, I was wrong. What makes the story humorous is the plot itself. The story was about two twins separated by a shipwreck searching for each other. The wrong identification of the two twins was hilarious specially the moment when Antipholus of Ephesus asked for money from Dromio of Syracuse then Dromio of Ephesus came and gave a rope.

            We encountered a lot of confusions and misconceptions while discussing. It is not only because of the names but also because of the popping questions from our minds. There must be any single difference from the two because they could not be exactly the same in body structure, in attitude and in many other traits. And maybe, there should be a part in the story that the supporting characters are confused but there’s none.

            The story was excellent and I realized that it is fun but when the time they showed us the video, I felt a different way. Throughout the story, I thought that both Dromios and Antipholuses are close friends or better but in the video, Antipholus of Ephesus is a cruel master to his servant. It clearly shows the discrimination between those fortunates and those impoverished. If it was slapstick and was intended to give fun to viewers, then it was absolutely not effective on my part.

            Another great play down, and six more to come. I really enjoyed this piece of art and I am truly overwhelm of what the other accounts has to offer. 

Informal Theme #2.4

Another step up.

               

            Time really passes too quickly, right? I could still remember those times that I am just the height of my mother’s waist and now, I am about to fold another page of my book. Hence, there are too many flaps to choose from and we are indeed in need for help.

            Test. This may be the greatest enemy of students. Who would like to go back to those restlessness nights spent on reviewing those lessons that you used to forget, right? But NCAE is not like any other assessments. Taking this test seriously would mean a guide for us in choosing the course we are about to take.

            This test, at first glance, is just like a regular examination; no too much attention should be given off. However, as I grew older I learned to understand its value. Not all Filipinos are fortunate to have much wealth and are capable to penetrate universities so before they enter college, they must decide undoubtedly. I consider myself fortunate because in midst of all the problems and complications, I am still confident that I will be able to finish my education.

            This assessment may also be a great help to those high school students who are still undecided on the course they will take. They will not encounter difficulty in choosing and no money nor will time be wasted. On the other side of the road, this may also solve unemployment in the Philippines. They said that there are sufficient jobs; the only problem is that graduates are not fit to those jobs and are misled to wrong courses.

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            At the end of the day, all of this will just be a guide. We still hold our freedom to decide but above the rest, we must always ask for the guidance of the Lord Almighty in every choice that we will make.

Informal Theme #2.3

Now, that’s Fair!

            “Intrams, yey!” People in our school celebrate whenever they hear this. It’s like their hearts jump for joy and excitement. Why? It is because in our vocabulary, this symbolizes a 2-day rest from homework, lectures, projects and a lot more. This happens once a year so weeks before this, you would see kids in our campus bringing their balls and rackets, eagerly practicing their rusting abilities.

            July 22, 2012- That day has come and was extremely damp yet it was not enough to overcome the desire of the students to over generously launch the Intramurals 2012. This year, the names of the teams of each year level were chosen from football teams namely, Green Celtics, Yellow Madrid, Red Bayern and Blue Chelsea. A total of 12 games were played plus the pageant for Ms. And Mr. Physique and the new in the group, Dance sport. Throughout the activity, there were deafening shout and yells coming from each team’s crowd.

            The activity seems so fun, right? Nevertheless, nothing can be as flawless as we think of it. Before Intrams has ended, a scorching issue lighted up. There were rumors and accusations from our side that irritated the other team. The problem got bigger and more people got involved. This matter made me think what the real cause of it is. Is it the unfair judgment of the scorers or is it our difficulty in accepting our defeat?

             Sportsmanship, yes, maybe that’s the word. We lack sportsmanship. We neglected the fact that Intrams is not only for gamesmanship but also for valuing student leadership and humility. Our expectations overwhelmed us too much that we didn’t see ourselves stepping on others. Instead of proving other squads that we could win the title cleanly, we showed them that we are risk takers and that we are very hungry for the trophy.

            Yes, sport is essential to our lives since this encourages us to walk onto a healthier lifestyle that our daily tasks require us to have. Hence, before entering this, we must ensure that we have molded ourselves into a good sportsman. A fine sportsman knows how to play fair, recognizes camaraderie and discipline, and most of all, remains jovial even in the event of defeat.

                                                                                                                                                           

            

Red Bayern during the game of Basketball Boys

                                                                                                                                                            

Informal Theme #2.2

Mother Tongue Dilemma.

                 

                Another alteration in Philippine education had been the talk of the town these previous months. Who won’t be interested with this matter, right? A lot of changes to be made and with the current economic crisis we are experiencing; only those fortunate will be able to cope up without difficulty. Public schools lack supplementary materials, classrooms and even educators. Nevertheless, these are not the only issues. The medium in instructions in preschool even in higher grades was modified to their native tongue which in return is expected to affect not only the comprehension skills of students but as well as their relationship with their communities. This crucial shift, known as “Mother Tongue-Based Multi-Lingual Education” (MTB-MLE), is part of the K+12 basic education reform program. The new scheme has yielded positive results in 921 schools across the country where it has been implemented.

            The DepEd says: “Local and international studies have shown that using the language used at home (mother tongue) inside the classroom during the learners’ early years of schooling produces better and faster learners who can easily adapt to learn a second (Filipino) and third (English) language.”

            At the other side of the coin, English is now introduced as a second or third language at the primary level in almost all these schools. Even after many years of compulsory study, a number of high school students are unable to speak, read or write simple English phrases and sentences.  For these types of students, access to higher education, employment, technical knowledge, the world of computers and the Internet will also be limited.      

            Learning English is important because 80% of the information stored in computer is in English as it is the main language in the internet. More than half the world's scientific journals are in English. It has  become the main way to  get around, the main way to get things done, the way you make friends, the way you do business with a foreign country and at last but not the least, you get information.
               Now that another adjustment was made so that our country won't be left out, I expect big differences. I infer that there will be a boost in Philippine literature considering that students,in recent time, uses their own dialects. The knowledge and vocabulary of students will also broaden up since they are to use their own language at all times. I also expect that no schools will longer fail the achievement tests that the department of education will be giving.

            As of this moment, I stand on my opinion that it is best to use our native language not only because we are used to it but because it reflects our identity as a Filipino. In fact, we don’t actually need to adopt the American way of living; it just turns out that it is a symbol of affluence among Filipinos. An example to this is that speaking straight using English as a medium may mean to us that that person is either from a prosperous family or an erudite.

            Hence, for some time, we will really need to use the english language. Now as the world continues to revolve around flurries of technology and economy, we need to cope up and join in the fight of developing nations. For that reason, english and other languages must be taught to adolescent students and native language should be spared for early learning stages.

Informal Theme #2.1

The Story of Poor Johnny.

            Once there was an ephebe named Juan. Juan is from a deprived family, living only in a small weak grungy hut made from scrap woods, and pieces of clothing. They own the small land where their house stands, hence, they never think of selling it. They typically eat only twice a day but when those times that his father isn’t capable of earning enow money, they would only eat on one occasion and worse, they would just fill their grumbling stomach with a glass of water and then slumber in the darkness.

            Juan is the youngest in their family. His siblings do not have any decent work and weren’t able to finish their education. His mother was jailed when he was eight and still in surveillance after a hag accused her of stealing her jewelries. Now, The only hope of their family is him who is currently in fifth grade and is an achiever in class.

            Every Saturday morning, Juan goes to the nearby depot to find some wealth with his brother, Indon. There, they carry heavy and huge drums of fish. For some times, they serve as the one who vociferates and harangues to the queue of buyers. However, even though how hard they try to make the both ends meet, they still could not provide all the necessities of the family. In midst of those complications, Juan can still manage to have some relaxation. Before dusk, he would hang about under the deciduous tree alongside their house, writing onto a paper his dreams and future plans about their life.

            One day, there was a fastidious man who came to their place riding in a coupe and clothed akin to a sleuth. He is indeed enormous, has light complexion, has tiny eyes and speaks Mandarin. After him is an assemblage of men, who is at that moment working and digging the land that is Juan’s family’s property.

            Juan came out of their house and asked the tall man, “Why are you burrowing our territory?”. “It’s ours”, he continued and showed evidences but the man seems to be taciturn and instead gave him an uncouth look. Juan then saw bunches of diamonds and golds on the wheelbarrow one of the workers is taking to the truck. Juan was petrified and could not believe what he was seeing. Juan asked the peculiar man to arraign the problem but still, he did not listen and brought out a gun.

            Juan tried to ask for help from the richest and most prominent capitalist in town, Sam, some call him with his epithet, Uncle Sam, but he same with the others did not show any care to appease the affray. Juan’s family is now desperate; fighting back is a piffle idea because they don’t have the same equipments that he has. Juan tried to benefit with the land the same as the knave man but he failed so he just took photographs of the abusive acts hoping that someday, the man will agree to bring it to court. Vacuous it may be but Juan let the theft to continue and in the end, the land was left barren; that the same land that is invisible and inconspicuous to their eyes before..

From Philippine Daily Inquirer

SECOND GRADING PERIOD~

Informal Theme #7

Nothing without you.

When all hope is gone

You are there to give me one

And when the whole lot fails

I sense nothing but your warm embrace

You perceived everything good in me

Just when I’m about to relinquish

You showed me things I never see

And made me a brand new start

Each little thing that you do

Constantly motivates me to pursue

To achieve everything I know

And go wherever I desire to go

You are my inspiration

You made me complete again

And now, I witness your intention

To show everyone, the finest that I can be.

Informal Theme #6

When the Clock Stops Ticking.
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     Magnificent concave mountains, deep blue oceans, and untouched forests filled with animals living harmoniously. This was the Earth we saw upon opening our eyes to reality. Hence, in recent time, this depiction of Earth could only be seen on picture books. Why? Because humanity had deteriorated it before they thought of the possible consequences.

            This terrene we are stepping on today had served us for countless years: nurtured us and provided our necessities. Yet, in spite of all those sacrifices, we never gave back a thing to her, instead, bunged our eyes and continued our actions. As a stubborn child, as well, we did things only for our good. We never thought of the damages we could cause her.

            Now that we experience the real penalties of our destructive works, we ought to find solutions to this; hence, truth is there’s none. We could never erase the devastations we have caused and bring back the nature as it originally was. Yes, we oath to be stewards but instead of preserving nature, we led to its doom.   

            These past years, news on world’s end kept on coming. They say that this matter is hopeless; we would never find a way out of this. Though it’s hard, I’ve already accepted the fact that it’s too late for us to save the Earth. There is no remedy for her malady, what we could only do is to extend her life.

            Tragic it may be, but we are the ones who chose this path, so we must ready ourselves for the paybacks..

What a Wonderful World 

By Louis Armstrong

I see trees so green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ How do you do?

They’re really saying I love you

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow

They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Informal Theme #5

Romeo and Juliet. (Version 2) :D

Paris enters with his page.

Paris: Oh God why! (the page handed him a handkerchief), Why, Juliet! Whyyyyyyy!

Audience cries as well.

Paris: Go ahead my page, bring that torch with you. I want to stay here alone, in this cold dark night, together with the cadaver of my Juliet. (He cries again) Juliet, whyyyyy? (towards the page) and besides, Romeo will come and I’ll die later. I don’t want you to see me bleeding, keep, keep, bleeding in love, (‘Bleeding love’ song plays)

Page: Okay sir. (Whispering) what a brat. With that music, huh! He is such a dumb, fool, insane, big mouthed… (Suddenly he slipped) Ouch!

The torch went directly to Paris’ mouth so he burned.

Page run quickly and exit.

Romeo and Balthasar enter.

Both slips.

OUCH!

Balthasar: Look at these ashes, sir. They seem familiar. Hmmm. It smells familiar too.

Romeo: Hmmm. Aha! Maybe it came from our chimney. The one Santa Claus used to enter the house last Christmas.

Balthasar: Oh yes, I remember! He kissed your mother last time..

Romeo: (Poker face) Nevermind, hand me the potion now so I can murder myself now.

Balthasar: Okay, here you go. (Balthasar drinks it)

Romeo: WTH did you do?

Balthasar: I drank it. Maybe there is poison in it. You might have been killed by now if there is.

I am sooooo intelligent sir. Imagine, I thought of that!

Romeo: It is indeed a poison! (facepalm)

(Balthasar’s mouth bubbled and died)

Romeo: Oh God! What will I do? A dagger? Is that a dagger?

(Romeo seizes the dagger and Friar Lawrence enters)

He slips.

Friar Lawrence: Awwwwwww. Ahhhhhhhh. Oooooooooooooooh.Ouuuuuuuuch. (he died of heart attack)

Romeo: Noooo! (He struck the dagger to his chest and died)

(The Prince, the Capulets and the Montagues enter, and slips)

All: Ouch!

(All dies of head trauma)

Suddenly, Juliet awakens. She opened her eyes and guess what.

Exaunt. Sad music plays.