The Real Value of Reason by nankurunaisa

Knowing how important education in life is is very important, however education is not enough to fill the real gap in reality. The people of education says that having a great standard of education opens the door to success and those who have the high degree of education will be successful in life

However, those who have the degree are not the powerful ones but those people who stand back and look at everything practically. These people are commonly found everywhere in the society, actually not every great man studied in school. There are great people who intended to spend time with the real life instead of spending time in the paper chase like Einstein, Bill Gates and Edison.

They said that after you graduated in college you will receive the fruit of your hard work however there are people who end up drinking liquor and beverages in sidewalk after receiving their diplomas. They believe success will come to your hand with a ball pen and a piece of paper. They thought that after studying, they’ll end up as a citizen in a different scale

Most of us study with no personal and valuable reason, we study because there is nothing we can do aside from studying. We keep pursuing something without having a reason to pursue it.

The true role of education is to prepare ourselves for the real challenges in life however having only education will now help you cross the bridge of life. Now knowing the meaning of the education you achieved in your life will cause the fissure of your life that will rapture you to the ground.

I still believe in the value of reason. Not having one might give you success but it will cause you regrets. Regrets that you will carry with your epitaph.

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nankurunaisa, a stupid-looking person but is more dumb than what he looks like.

House for Rent by Masyado

Living away from wasn’t easy. It is lonely and a bit hard but also it is a learning experience. A test of independence. Now that I'm in college, I have to live in a boarding house together with my sister. It is our first time to live away from home. We decided to move out from our house to live closer to our respective schools and save transportation expenses. We go home to our house in Alabang once a week. My sister leaves the boarding house every Saturday morning and comes back Sunday night. I go home after my class in NSTP, Sunday, and I go back to that boarding house Monday afternoon.

Our room is little and its walls are colored pink so you may call it "pink cage". It only has four appliances, electric fan, light bulb, iron and our cell phones. It has a double-deck bed, a cabinet and a small table inside it. A picture of a house that is totally different from a home I used to grow up to. My first week in that cage is like a year of waiting for weekend to come. I really miss all my favorite shows. The loud heart pumping-out sound of our radio component. My noisy brothers. My charming pet dog. And most specially, my parents and my mom's cooking. I really miss everything about home. I really feel lonely in this cage. I feel so alone because I only see my sister during the night when she's back from school. I have no one to talk to.

I also have to be independent about the house chores I cannot expect anyone to that for me. Me and my sister share responsibilities but sometimes I just feel tired doing those so many chores. Ending up, wishing you were at home because mom would just do that for me. Especially when I have to wash my school uniform at night so that I could wear it tomorrow. I used to wake up and see food at the table but now I have to buy them or cook them for myself and afterwards wash the dishes. Living at our boarding house is so different from my life living at our home.

Outside our room are two other rooms with four other occupants. Even though, I'm sociable. It is still quite hard to live with other people whom you do not know. I have to share with them are common areas like the kitchen, bathroom and the laundry area. Well, they seem to be nice but it is just uncomfortable living with strangers. Now I know what homesick means. I’m trying to defeat my feeling by loving this new home and finding happiness through these things I’m with. Anyway, I think this what's growing up means. Being independent and taking responsibility for yourself. But I'm still looking forward for weekend to come and be back home.

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"My friends calling me "masyado" because they said that Im too much of everything. I'am too much of what they expected. Im so naughty, lovable, and friendly but Im too complicated person. Too many person says that they don't understand me sometimes because Im so moody and sometimes Im so annoying. They hate me for being short tempered. ("Masyado daw ako sa lahat ng bagay.) but I know even if Im to tiring to be friend with there is someone who willing to be "martir" and love to who and what I am." -- Masyado

Youth: Future Leaders of the Land by Azhedhie

The youth of our generation holds the key for the greater development of our nation. While they are still young adults, the youth should be taught to be responsible citizens, as they will become our future leaders. They must be well trained – in their values, attitudes, and aspirations – to think ahead, for the common good.

The development of leadership potential is a slow and gradual process that must begin from early childhood. Our own perception of self-worth is heavily influenced by the expectations of our parents. Similarly, the actuations of our parents determine the kind of individuals we, children, will become. Our potential as leaders rests on the model set up by our parents, the older members of the community, and society at large. If parents are idealistic, if they believe in the supremacy of a higher being, in honesty, transparency, equality, justice, freedom and democracy, it is likely that their children will adopt those same values that are necessary for young people to become good leaders.

The question that continues to resonate is whether the young generation has the necessary experiences to take on the challenges of life. But this question need not be bothersome if the youth is given the training, opportunity and responsibilities to prepare them not only for future leadership but for them to be responsible members of the family first, before they become responsible members of the community and society. As I’ve said earlier, the home is where children are taught values that are prerequisites of good leadership.

It is important that the youth is given the opportunity to think and make decisions for themselves. Spoon-feeding them or dictating to them what needs to be done, or the answers to perplexing questions, will not help. But allowing them to think and express their opinions on certain issues, make for intelligent and thinking adult individuals.

The training involves having young people participate in decision-making processes – in the classroom, in the village or barangay associations, in church meetings. In such settings, they are exposed to different ideas, different people, different philosophies and religious beliefs, and they are able to evaluate, analyze, and decide for themselves what they want to do with their own lives. Most important, they learn to be accepting of people’s ideas and idiosyncrasies – something that is essential in exercising just leadership.

When young people are taught all that has been said here while they are young, they evolve into responsible members of society, negating the saying, “Youth is wasted in the young,” but affirming the belief that the youth are the future leaders of the land.


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Azhedhie - Is a likeable young man. He is friendly, conscientious and diligent. At home he cleans his room and makes his bed by himself, and cooks his food when he comes home at night. He always sleep all morning. He budgets his time in doing daily activities including hangout parties after school.

Jabbawoakeez by Ball

On September 06, 2009, I heard in the news that the famous dance group Jabbawoakeez will have their Philippine debut in Glorietta Mall Makati. On that date also is the time that I have been waiting for the most admiring dance group will beat the Filipino fans.

I am so glad because I admire the group since then. And I decided to go there in the Glorietta with my friends before 4 pm although the show will start at exactly 6 pm. I expected that the venue will flow very much because there are a lot of people here who are the biggest fan of the group and I am proud to say that I am one of them.

The group is composed of 6 members and the 4 of them are Filipino. I am so very proud for those Filipino who belong in that group because Filipino can compete on any course that we can proud of it. The special guest performer is the hip-hop/R&B singer Billy Crawford who gives the show with his dance moves and the Michael Jackson alike moves.

The people are screaming to him but when the Jabbawoakeez called the huge crowd turned very crazy. The atmosphere of the show is quite squashing. I felt that I am in a rally because I am sweat and it’s really hot. The group is very great! I love their genuine moves and I can honestly say that I can’t help myself but to scream with the countless fans. Their energy is fantastic! Every move is a massive and even their costumes and the aura while performing on stage is also impressive! When the time that they remove their mass is also unforgettable! I finally saw their faces. The show is very great and I have a once in a lifetime experience that I sometime catch the group in our own country.

After the show, they thanked everybody for the unexpected support that they spread to them. I can’t manage to escape to the crowd because it’s so tight and it’s very hard to go in the front to see them more closely. I admit that I didn’t enjoy the show because it’s so crowded. But I fund memories that I’ve experience Jabbawoakeez fame era. But all in all, I have a good time. And I am glad that I am a part of that particular show that will be trademark to the Philippines Industry.

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"I can turn around your life." -- ball

Do Friendship really Last? by Ms. Green

"Friendship is a building block of trust". Trust is a product from the bonding and sharing experiences with your friends or companion. Nowadays, we have many secrets that we can't tell or share to our family even in our relatives. Some of us say that everyone in this world is needing someone which can we lean on and to be affectionate to share ideas.

Friends are the genuine persons who there for us when we need a companion to talk to especially when we have a problem. They are also the persons that we can clasp and to be cried with without any shame. Between two or more persons friendship may build. But why many of us fall in love after friendship? That's the big question which constantly bothering my mind and my whole self. I believe that when friends fall in love its magic but when friends refuse to fall for each other its better than magic its called respect because they want to keep each other forever.

Secluded distance is a great hindrance to a friendship because there are times that we are downhearted and needing someone to talk to but our friends can't be there to our sides in a reason that they are far away from you or they have more important things to do than to be your friend.

This weekend, one of my friends had divulged his secret to me. It is that he has already developed to me and now crushes on me. I'm so shocked and I don't know what I am going to react. In addition, as far as I know him, he is hermaphrodite. That time the only thing that is in my mind is that he is only coaxing or teasing me. But after that he treats me a special girl with no doubt and with gallant to whatever I like to do. I decided to text my high school best friend for me to share my problem to him to deaden the loads in my shoulder. The day came that we are going to glance the face of each other again and to ratify our friendship in terms of sharing bonding. That is a rainy day and the rain is non stop. The bad day is obsolete between us to meet each other again. He decided to cancel our meeting because he is so concern to my health if we take the risk to go under a storm day.

Friendship really last if we can learn how to dainty manage it. In all of the friendship that we build hindrances are the things that test our trust to our friends. I learned how to cherish the memories that we made and the happy time that we shared together.


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Ms. Green is a super fan of Harry Potter. She loves music and different categories of art. She also loves to read books (fiction and best seller’s books).

My Ways of Life by bherlyn

When I was studying in Tarlac, I was second year high school, We have a field trip to baguio on that day our christmas party, my teacher ang then we decided together to celebrate our field trip and christmas party in baguio, because it was our first to visit that place, I wander and excited to see the big beautiful rocks and high beautiful mountains, it was so cold in baguio for it was the month of december and there we made our party, we're so happy and enjoyed very much to see diffirent beautiful places and we also visit the burnham, park and there we rode a boat. we spend 2 days in baguio.

When i comes, I slept with my classmates in our bus service while our adviser teacher told diffirent stories for us. when the third day comes we go back to tarlac. there in tarlac i experienced to go seen different and far places because of my uncle wants me to go with him and visits other relatives and we have reached also in pampanga to visit my other relative in the other day, we have visited that place together with my classmates and teacher and there we've seen the stage play of noli me tangere which was funny and sad story play. it was a beautiful stage play, i've watch it in a actual, a true to life story.. not like a movie but a true story. i've pitted sisa when she become crazy while looking for his two sons, Crispin and basilio.. for these was required for filipino subject.

And after that i didn't know that my uncle was already in SM CLARK,PAMPANGA was waiting for me to come home..and after i said my good byes to my teacher as well in my classmates. i told them also that i will be with my uncle, before going home. we go first to duty free to buy some stuffs for his sons. aftter a few days, we go back to tarlac.. i've been in pangasinan also, i stayed with my sister.. we are so happy spending almost a day in beach with my family.. i'm so happy looking at the beautiful waves of the beach.. after a few days we go back to samar.. i'm so happy to see my friends in elementary and i decided to finish my secondary years there.. and after i finish that, my family decided to sent me here in manila to my tertiary.. the things that happen in my life was so unforgettable.. and i treasure it a lot..

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bherlyn is a simple girl, a God fearing too.. a happy go lucky and loving friend

love takes time by nozomi.hayashi

There's a right time for everything.. Time for fun, Time to study and Time for falling in love.. We, youths are too young to think about it. We should focus first on our studies.. According to my own experience, falling inlove at this moment was like a having what you want but you can't.. I, myself experience that feeling.. I felt like I'm in heaven, He's always there for me, saying sweet nothings, supporting each other.. We are almost a perfect couple, but it was not..

I realized that it was too early for me to think about it or too young to fall in love.. maybe God let me felt being hurt for me to realized that there's someone better than him and someone whom really meant for me.. if love is true, it will lasts.. if it's not true it will not..Love comes unexpectedly, and I'm sure that when that right time comes, I'm ready to give it all

Now, I'm very happy with my family and friends.. They make me feel so special and precious.. They make fall in life as well.. Know it's importance.. thank you for everything, supporting, guiding and comforting me when I'm on my emptiness.. I'm satisfied on the things happen in my life..

You, I would to thank you as well!! I know that you treat me as your princess, maybe it happen because where not yet ready for it or We are not really meant for each.. I hope that you'll be happy like me.. I know that you'll find that special Girl when your ready to face the consequences behind it and conquers it all..

love is a feeling that cannot be defeated if it is really meant for you.. and true love really waits.. It really waits.. Love takes time..

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nozomi.hayashi is a spongebob addict, a loving and caring dauhter and friend.

Make a Difference (M-A-D) by transient writer

Humans are created in this world uniquely and perfectly in the eyes of the creator, although, people seldom complain about their personal imperfections. People judge aesthetic beauty using their eyes, and not by their heart. They tried to be good in the eyes of others, yet imperfections appeared when nobody sees them. People idolized persons that seemed perfect in their eyes; likewise, they even copied the way of living of their idols. Idolization is not awful, only if, nobody is being harmed or destructed. Sometimes, the thinking of impossibility hinders us in order to stand on own replica. However, if we only craving for possibility of all our wants, it will happen. Nothing is impossible for those persons who believed on themselves that they can. Obstacles are given in our life, nonetheless, these obstacles are our stepping stones in order to make us difference. Everyone is part of the whole, thus, what is different are the characters of each individual.

MAD - stands for "Make a Difference". These words must manifest on your own. However, it doesn’t mean that you’re going to be a superhero in order to be different with the others. Rather, you’re just leaving your personal footprints as an instrument of change. An idea that you initiated might contribute a constant pattern for others.

Looking forward on your given path, and believing that it was right compared to the majority. A saying from Uta Hagen, “We must overcome the notion that we must be regular... it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre”. A vision of becoming starts on being a different with others. Dare to be MAD- Make a difference!

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"I am a God-fearing individual, a friendly person, and easy to get along with. A person who has heart to serve others. An adventurer, and a dreamer who believes that everything is possible. I am a goal oriented individual who wants an immediate response in every task that I engage in. However, I am also a person who is easily to disappoint when things that I made was out of my plan." -- transient writer

SAVE OUR NATURE by Rukiya

Pollutants are subatances that poison the air, water, and soil. Different human activities result in the production and release of these substances in the environment.
Pollutants are released in the air by chemical plants, steel, oil refineries, danger waste burners and automobiles. Pollutants are released when equipment leaks,when you fill your tank and drive your car, or when waste is given off from a factory. Through smoke pipes.

Air pollutants are released in large amount of enough to be deadly. Inhaling air pollutants can cause serious health problems, such as cancer, birth defects, immediate death, and other serious illeness. Water pollutants include mercury,lean, oils sulfuric acid cement and chemicals from gasoline. Some other manufacturing factories use large quantities of fresh water to carry away wastes of many kinds. The water with waste is released into, lakes, or oceans, which in turn spread the pollutants. Water pollutants poison our oceans, seas. rivers and lakes.

Tropical forests are especially important in global economy. Tropical forest are noted for their beautiful woods. These woods are commonly used for furniture, molding, paneling, flooring, boats, pulp, particle-board, and even matches to name a few. Tropical forest are home to tribal hunter. Gatherers whose ways of life have been relatively unchanged for centuries. These people depend on the forest for their livelihood. Millions of people also live in areas around tropical forest. They rely on the forest for their water, fuel, and agriculture. The urban, dwellers, tropical forest provide water for domestic use and hydro electric power. Their scenic beauty, educational value, and opportunities for outdoor recreation support tourist industry. Many medicines and drugs came from plants found only in tropical rain forest. Many more maybe found.

Forest are biological communities of trees with other plants and animals that have evolved together forever over millions of years. Because of the worldwide lodd of tropical forests, thousands of plants and animals species are threatened with extinction.

trees, the largest of all land plants,act as a kind ofenvironmental for the ecosystem hey dominate.Trees complement animals un the global environment mammals take in oxygen that the plants release in the air and exhale the carbon dioxidethat the plants use in their rowth processes and store in carbon in woody plants return oxygen to the atmosphere as a waste product.This process known as photosynthesis is essential to life carbon captured from the atmosphere by photosynthesis is eventually recycled through the environment in a process known as the carbon cycle.trees have an especially important role in the carbon cycle.Trees,leaves also act as filters to remove atmospheric pollutants from the air.Tropical forest actually influence the climate the enormous number of plants found in the rainforest return huge amounts of water to theatmosphere,increasing,humidity and cooling the air for miles around.In addation,tropical forest replenish the air by utilizing carbon dioxide and giving.By fixing carbon,they help maintain the atmosphere and being low the global green house effect.forest also moderate stream flow.When trees are cleared, rainfall ruins off more quickly,contributing to floods and erosion.

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rukiya is a simple girl, and it has a simple dream. she likes friendly person,funny,and it has faith in god.

Was it Romantic or Purely Platonic?

A review [more of a reflection] of the stage play entitled Ismail and Isabel presented by the Philippine Educational Theater Association shown at PETA Theater Center on August 30, 2009, 3:00 pm.

It was almost 9:30 pm at Acacia Lane. There were drops of rain subtly falling from the sky. It was dark but bravely dim. “Ominous weather,” I told myself. Whenever a public utility vehicle stopped, a lot of people would try to push other passengers to get a seat for themselves. Luckily, I was spared of the body wrestling and my butt was given barely half a seat. I was trying to comfortably settle on my prize when a child, barely 12 years old, entered the vehicle. He slowly walked down the narrow isle distributing envelopes with a short letter: “Koya, pangkain lang po.” The letters were barely readable – I could easily imagine how the boy tried his best to scribble down the note. I told myself, “Here’s another Ismail and Isabel, another victim – perhaps not of a war in Mindanao – but of another greater and more complicated battle against poverty, crises, and social injustice.”

I asked the boy what his name was. And in an almost inaudible voice, he said, “Toto po.” I looked at the people around me and noticed that no one really got bothered to even look at Toto. “Poor boy,” my mind whispered to myself. “His heart will be as empty of sympathy as his envelopes of pennies.” I could blame no one. Everyone looked so tired and weary that, at that moment, the sole individual concern was to go home safely to lay his or her back – and be dead until the next morning.

“Toto?” I repeated. The boy simply nodded.

Instead of putting some coins in his envelope, I gave him the crackers I had in my bag. Not far from where he rode with us, he collected all the empty envelopes and get off the jeepney as fast as he could. In a second or two, he was gone – out of sight, but not from mind. Not of my thought about Toto, or of Ismail and Isabel. Words began to find their paths to weave questions in my head: Was he also from Dilangawen? Does he also dream of adventures? Does he also try to fill his wanting stomach with folktales? Or has he readily stopped dreaming and hoping that someday he could make his own great and triumphant story to tell? “How would he,” I reflectively said, “if his immediate concern is how to live today so that he could at least see the flickering light of someday.” I made sense I know.

The narrative of Ismail and Isabel, or of Toto’s story, is not a new thing for Filipinos. The conflict in Mindanao has become an endless story about grieving parents, abused children, and dying civilians. Many, if not all, have become like my co-passengers at the jeepney – numb and oblivious of all that is happening in the South. Why? Because the war has readily become like a social norm in the Philippines. Filipinos have become adapted to it. Or simply put – in an artistic language – the war in Mindanao has become a piece of story devoid of aesthetic elements – of creativity, primarily.

Ismail and Isabel may not be a new tale of struggle, but its presentation was fresh and dynamic. I might not have seen the adeptness in the actors’ stage performances, but I have felt their awareness of what they were presenting. They were not really professionals yet, but their intentions to ingrain in our hearts the strong message of the alms seekers transcended the boundaries of professionalism. I also could not help but admire Rody Vera on his idea that – amidst our worries that the victims of war may lose access to basic needs such as shelter, food, and clothing – the bigger concern are not really those but that these children may lose their “power to dream, to imagine, and to hope.”

“It was not a bad idea that our longing for material needs could be substituted by the abundance of our imaginations’ produce,” the implied said of the play. But I said, “What if the minds could no longer work to produce and weave consumable literature? Besides, will the seed of written art sprout in a hungry mind which is no different from a barren soil?”

I must say the performers were cool. They were just great – terribly great. For their age, they definitely deserve applause and approval. Despite their squeaking voices and not so identifiable voices, I must say they have the talents to reflect emotions. The choreography was also one thing worthy of our respect. No doubt Carlon Matobato is a pro. Sometimes though, I couldn’t make sense on why they needed to do summersaults and break dancing. It made a show within a show. Were those really needed?

And the last, issue into which all my reviews will boil into: The relationship between Ismail and Isabel that the narrative would want to tell. Was it romantic or purely platonic? Was it the opposite sex kind of love or the brotherly-sisterly love? In some acts, the play would almost always like to suggest that the two characters would end up together as lovers. But when the audience was about to be convinced, Isabel would suddenly call Ismael as “Kuya,” instantly dismissing the tingling feeling from the viewers. What was really that? Did the play really want to say that amidst crime, violence, and war, there would always be a hope, a romantic love that would bloom?

Where’s Miss Maribel Legarda? Can you rewind the show and further explain the issue for us?



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This essay was submitted to Dr. Del Fierro as a requirement for her class in Foundations of Language.