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Sunday, 12 October 2008
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MAKING IT ON MY OWN
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, I always wanted to win to be recognized. But sadly, I always lost in games. I often felt frustrated and disappointed when the result was not as I expected them.
I wanted to be strong, to live a life of victory and fame. For me, failure was never an option. I did not like to become a loser. I used to admire great people who are very focused on the career they had chosen. And I wanted to be like them. I wanted to make a difference out of my own strength for God. I wanted to see His name lifted up through me, but I kept on failing.
Then I realized that I am a failure because I believe in a lie, a lie that wrong people put into my mind. A lie that suggested I could add great things to whatever God has given me. But as it turned out, I just became frustrated because of my failures. I also got mad at myself and felt useless. My dreams started to fade away. I felt tired of doing the things that I wanted to do because I could see no fruit, I could hear no acknowledgements for my effort.
But after Got dealt with my pride, I realized that I was not a failure after all, I just overlook the success God wanted for me, because I focused my sight on the things that I wanted to see, I used the wrong standards for success, I was driven by the wrong motive. And I consulted a powerless source of power myself.
Before I thought I could please God by adding things to His glory that I could depend on my own strength, that I could make the difference I wanted by doing things that I believe I must do. But God is really wise. He made me realize that making difference sometimes comes in form one would least expect, He made me understand that big difference often stars with smaller, that God prefers to use to use smaller people for greater responsibilities.
So I have to be small before I can be assigned the big tasks.
How to Make Friends
By: Diona Aiza Plazuela
Remember those days when everything was so simple? All you had to do was walk up to a person and say “Can we be friends?” After that, you’d automatically become best buds. But things aren’t the same when you’re older, are they?
Now, it takes a lot more to make a friend. To be friends with someone, you have to know what that someone likes, you have to have things in common, and of course, that person has to like you back.
Here are some easy tips to make friends;
1. Don’t be shy. Don’t be afraid to speak up and talked a bout yourself. You can’t be friends with someone if she doesn’t know anything about you. Let other people get a chance to know you more. If a person you want to be friends with isn’t talking to you, maybe it’s because she’s shy too.
2. Learn to listen. Although talking about your self is good, don’t do all the talking. Allow other people to express themselves. Maybe you’ll learn more about them and you never know what you might find out.
3. Join clubs or workshops. This is a good idea if you want to meet new people who share the same interests or hobbies as you.
4. Be generous. When you see someone who needs help, don’t hesitate to lend a hand. Look for opportunities. When a classmate forgets her book in school, lend her yours. An even simple act such as helping someone carry her things is a way of being generous.
5. Be approachable. Remember to always be cheerful and friendly. Sooner or later, people will see that you’re a fun person to hang out with. Always remember to keep smiling!
6. Maintain a positive attitude> always remember that there’s always a brighter side to everything. Being pessimistic isn’t to get you anywhere. You might even hurt other people’s feeling because of your negative attitude, and that’s definitely something you wouldn’t want to do. Being positive will not only make you feel good, but it’ll make everyone around you feel happy as well.
Always remember these tips, and you’ll do just fine. So, go out there and make some friends!
A Part of My Past
You were a part of my past that I could slowly let go
Because there’s this special person who lets me know,
That he loves me, that he needs me
And that I am, to make him complete, the key
You meant everything to me and every night I would cry,
I used to think that without you I would die.
Then he showed up and made me feel the love,
He was there, like an angel sent from above.
He comforted me when I cried because of you,
e was there when I felt down and blue.
He told me that I shouldn’t cry and worry,
For he was there, just waiting for me.
He was waiting for me to get over you,
He was waiting for me to get over all the things you
put me through.
Finally I realized he was right,
Though it was hard, I tried to forget you with all my might.
Now you’re just part of my past,
And now I don’t feel my pain at last.
I feel loved and cared for,
He gave me compared to you, more…
MYSELF
I want to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit with myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of person I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve people respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to think as I come and go
That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know.
I never can fool myself—and so,
What ever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free…
The Diploma from GodI rushed myself that morning
“My son, don’t be,” someone told me.
“No, please don’t scare me,” I replied
“I must be in school before the bell rings.
When I entered the room, I was surprise
All my classmates were in a crystal white
“Hey, what’s going on here/” I asked them
But nobody replied they only smiled.
The music started to play
“Hey, won’t you wait for me to march?”
But a bruised hand held me to stop my way
Congratulations on your special day.
“Hands off please…Do I know you?”
Everybody knows me even the kings and queens.”
“But this only the time I first see you here…”
So He went away…wiping HIS tears.
Everyone was given a diploma
“But hey! Where’s mine, haven’t they a mania?”
The program was through…
Yet they never called such name as Ella.
The light and the music faded away…
I saw no people but only me and HIM.
When suddenly his voice poured out a melody
“Do you still not know me?”
“I tried to cheer you up when you’re in a hurry
But you never spared a second with ME.
I tried to let you feel that I was here
But you denied and despised me my dear”
GOD”S KISS
My mother used to tell me very nice stories about God and Jesus when I was young. They served as my bedtime stories then. She told me many stories of the lives of the different characters in the Bible. I liked all of them. Of course, they were better than what was written in the bible because of my mother’s creative imagination.
She always answered my questions in an assured manner and all the time, with a touch of her creativity. Although some questions she may have found it quite intricate to explain for a child like me to understand. She is a wonderful mother and a storyteller. It was like she had story for everything in the world! But diagnosed with a severe disease, my point of view in life has entirely changed. So was my mother. I am her only child, and she is my only parent, (well she is a single parent). She never could have thought that this would happen to me; to us.
As I grew weaker everyday, she still kept telling me stories, which she wished would give me hope. Though I found it silly for a thirteen-years-old girl like me to listen to childish stories, I like them still. As days, weeks, months passed by, I have become seriously ill. She still kept telling me inspiring stories as she was trying to hide all the anguish and misery she feels concerning the condition we are into. She talked more ceaselessly in the next days.
I know she was preparing me for the end…and I know she was preparing herself much for it too. I was in dreadful pain but I did not want to show her that, just as much as she did not want to show herself in tears of sorrow to me. I felt the coming of my call and I wanted to ask her a favor.
So I talked to her. My real objective was to help her accepted the fact faster. It was hard to start the conversation so I made it a little more comfortable. After a heavy pant, I asked her, “Mom, how will I know if I am dead?” She paused in astonishment to my question. I continued,”…. You can answer it in the most comfortable way you talk about things…tell it in a creative story…”
After a deafening silence in the room, she uttered, “Well as I have heard, you would know that you are there when God gives you a kiss on your cheeks and whisper the words “I love you” in your ear, they say that surely after that kiss, He would take your breath away and He will take you with Him in His adobe. Why do you ask?” and so I answered back a question,” How come He gives a kiss to the dead person and does not give a kiss to the person she or he left in the world?” This made my mom a bit more flabbergasted with me. Still, with the same confidence she had, she answered, “Oh no, He does!
When my friend’s mothers died, my friend felt a kiss from tender lips when she was asleep. When she woke up, she found her mother dead already.” We were both silent for a while. How can I tell her that I am nearing that point in life already? I gathered all the confidence I have uttered these words gently as tears rolled down my cheek,
“Mom, please… for me…please prepare yourself for that kiss. It will be coming anytime now…I am sure of that. Please brace yourself for that…as I am trying to brace myself for it, too. It’s okay for you to cry. I have heard that mother’s really can’t control their tears. But it would be of big help to you if you are prepared to feel God’s kiss… I don’t want you to suffer too much of my loss. I will always treasure you in my heart.
I will share your wonderful stories with the other children in heaven and there you will be famous! I love you so much Mom…” Tears endlessly poured from my eyes, flooding it, that I couldn’t see the reaction on my mother’s face clearly, but I strongly felt her love for me. Both of us sobs, she was only able to say the words,” I love you” I love you more than you know…After hearing these words from her, and after her suffocating but caressing hug I was confidents to leave already..
The night after that, God kissed me….
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MAKING IT ON MY OWN
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, I always wanted to win to be recognized. But sadly, I always lost in games. I often felt frustrated and disappointed when the result was not as I expected them.
I wanted to be strong, to live a life of victory and fame. For me, failure was never an option. I did not like to become a loser. I used to admire great people who are very focused on the career they had chosen. And I wanted to be like them. I wanted to make a difference out of my own strength for God. I wanted to see His name lifted up through me, but I kept on failing.
Then I realized that I am a failure because I believe in a lie, a lie that wrong people put into my mind. A lie that suggested I could add great things to whatever God has given me. But as it turned out, I just became frustrated because of my failures. I also got mad at myself and felt useless. My dreams started to fade away. I felt tired of doing the things that I wanted to do because I could see no fruit, I could hear no acknowledgements for my effort.
But after Got dealt with my pride, I realized that I was not a failure after all, I just overlook the success God wanted for me, because I focused my sight on the things that I wanted to see, I used the wrong standards for success, I was driven by the wrong motive. And I consulted a powerless source of power myself.
Before I thought I could please God by adding things to His glory that I could depend on my own strength, that I could make the difference I wanted by doing things that I believe I must do. But God is really wise. He made me realize that making difference sometimes comes in form one would least expect, He made me understand that big difference often stars with smaller, that God prefers to use to use smaller people for greater responsibilities.
So I have to be small before I can be assigned the big tasks.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
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"The Cordillera Autonomous Region Critique"
Located at the northern portion and reaching until the central part of Luzon, it includes the provinces of Benguet, Kalinga, Apayao, Ifugao, Abra, the Mountain Province, and the city of Baguio. The Cagayan and Isabela provinces are on its northern and eastern border, Pangasinan and Nueva Vizcaya on the south and southwest, and the Ilocos provinces and La Union on the west. This region has rugged mountain ranges, forests, deep gorges and ravines, wide pasturelands and river basins.
The different tribal communities are the Ifugao, Kankanai, the Tingguian, Ibaloy,Oggood , Hudhud, Bontok, Sudsud,Ullalim, Bontocs and Isneg.
Ibaloy live in Benguet Mountain Province,and are the closestneibors of the Kalingas, Although they have a similar culture, they have speak a different dialect.Has an abundant literature has an abundance of pose narratives: cosmological myth, origin myths,trickster tales, fables, and tales reflecting their beliefs and customs, origin myths include those about the origin of the ibaloy culture, ceremonies and animals.Isnag,live in the northern tip of the Cordillera Mountains, they are close neibors to the Kalinga, this tribe is a very fond of tabacco.rich with folk riddles structurally simple but eleggant, two lines with few syllables and rymes at the end,presenting an enigma that must be guessed.The Tingguian, have their own story ofthe great deluge. Hudhud, the moxtprominent of the mountain people, they are known collectively as Igorots, actually conssisting of the major groups, the Ifugaos and Bontocs are the most advanced, their ancestors built the famous rice terraces over 2,000 years ago without the aid of metal tools.Bontoc, their social literature aims to communicate ideas or attitudes to others at certain social occasions. Bontoc literature expresses the Bontoc world view and reflects their collective history. this consists of riddles, proverbs, aphorisms, songs, tales, legends and myths.Kankana-ey, The mountain province of Benguet is the home of Kankana-ey,men wear the traditional G-string ,ornamentation by tattooing of the arm is popular among both sexes,Ullalim, The kalinga stand tall and are of Mlayan heritage in the past, they were feared with their head hunting activities.
The region has extensive forest resources, large mineral deposits of gold, copper, silver, limestone and raw materials for construction. Big mining companies abound but small-scale mining is encouraged. Its land is fertile and ideal for growing vegetables. There are water resources suitable for hydroelectric power.
Agriculture is the backbone of the regional economy. Its main products are rice, vegetables and fruits. It is supplemented by cottage industries, trade and services.
Sunday, 03 August 2008
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The Life Of Lam-Ang
The story of Biag ni Lam-Ang is a fictionary kind of story, but a one of a kind,the different character in the story has a supernatural powers.That happened in the Ilocos region.Lam-Ang, the main character in the story, a child who was born with supernatural power,The hero, Lam-ang, could talk immediately after birth. He picked his own name, chose his own sponsor, and asked for his father’s presence. Barely nine months old, Lam-ang fought the headhunters who killed his father. Accompanied by his pets - a rooster and a dog - he journeyed to court the beautiful Ines Kannoyan. Ines Kannoyan’s palace was filled with suitors, so Lam-ang’s rooster flapped its wings and the long house toppled. This amazed everybody, especially Ines. Then, Lam-ang’s dog barked and a big house arose. Lam-ang gave Ines two golden ships filled with treasures, and then he married her. Finally, he was eaten by a giant shark called a berkakan while searching for a rare native fish called a rarang, but was revived by his pets when his bones were retrieved.
Some events in the story is like imposssible to happen, some character had the ability that nopramal kind of person dosn't have, or can't do,the story is unrealistic, but beautifully written richly imagined story,that invite readers into a world that they have never been experience.It is like a fairytale that is full of magic and long lasting love, for someone and for the family.and you as a reader can experience an true meaning of entertainment, very imaginative and unique,a story of bravity not for one self but for the sake of others, and of course as what fairytales have a happy ending.
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
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"My DifferentCharacteristics”
Hi!My name is Diona Aiza Plazuela.Im currently studyingat Rizal Technological University, taking up Bachelors of Science in OfficeAdministration Major in Office Management.
I live at 3772 Aster Rd. SunValley PrañaqueCity,and my birthday is in January 25, I'm a 5'1 tall,I'm a chinita and chubbyperson, my favorite book is "Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes",myfavorite movie is Artificial Intelligence and My 50st Date and my e-add is: aice_aqua@y.c. or tinice_05_09@y.c. I'm aworking student at Acasia Build Inc.
My favorite color is blue and white, and i love listening to music,and a sportslover,my favorite animal is phoenix, I hope to see one someday!I also want towitness a miracle!
As what I experienced, I have this appealingpersonality I know what your thinking but not that kind of appealingpersonality!what I mean is that I can easily get along with other people,has apositive attitude towards life.I love to have many friends,I can say that Ihave a strong Physical health, because I'm alert, happy and content,I'm willingto try anything specially if it is challenging,that's why I enjoy doing performanceof every activities.I'm a down to earht kind of person, I don't let violent tohappen or get into fight to avoid misunderstanding into a conflict.1I canverbally express my self and thouhts,I have a strong likes in jokes andstories,I understand well my mood and temperaments,and desires ,weaknesses andmotivation.As well as how to react to things, which things to avoid and whichthings should motivate.I believe that everything happened because of God'swill,he created me because I have a purpose.I'm a realistic kind of person,Ibelieved that we all have only one God,I have a strong faith to him,i'm a Godfearing,I'm affraid to do things that surely hurt him,even though sometimeslife is hard because of problem that I encounter,maybe his just challengingme,to test my faith to him,I know his always there for me,to guide and protectme.I trust him in every single things that is happening to my life,I want toachieve my purpose in life with God by my side, I'm very kind and generous toothers,a kind hearted, even though were different in some ways,I love peoplearound me,because no one wants to be alone, this is what matter.
And of course I love my self because he speciallycreated me. He created me very unique, a one of a kind,I know God made me sodifferent and I don't mind being me,the way I am designed,shaped orconstructed, I love the way my personality works,as fun as it is.Sometimes I'vethings that I wish I could change, but over all, I've come to accept my self asa wonderful human being,imperfect, but fantastic!,I love My self because I'mhis master piece.
That's my different characteristics.
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