The rain and rain and rain!!!

 

Today, the weather is not good. It has been raining for 3 hours on the morning. After that, it has stopped rain for an hour and then it’s starting to rain again, and until now it is still raining. Hence, looking at the window, I miss my hometown very much. I thought about my family, congregation and community where I used to live and serve. All of them love me very much although sometimes has something what I do is not good. Now I want to write many things about them, but I cannot because I am being rain of tears.
Lord, I offer my people what I love to you. Let’s keep them in your name as well as bless for them and be with them forever.

The Reason There is No Class

 

This is not my first time to go to a new class, but today I feel nervous with my new teacher and my new classmates. All day long, I was eagerly waiting for hours in my class, but today, there was no class because there was a storm that was attacking the Philippines.

I know in the Philippines there are many storms that happen in every year. This storm has just started. I have never lived in region which has storm, so I cannot have my deep empathy with people who are living in the storm. I have seen everyone hard after the storm and felt compassionate toward them. This compassion is described to through my specific actions: if the storm is near the place where I live, I try to help them overcome the bad effects of the storm; conversely, if it is far, I will share some of my matter to them. At this time, I am studying in the Philippines, am a new student, I don’t have time as well as any matter to share with Filipino. Consequently, I only pray to ask my God to blow the storm return offshore to the Sea. Or, if He doesn’t want to do that, He can lessen the devastation of the storm.

Maybe everyone wonders why I am nervous with my new class. I feel worried about it because my English is not good. My English listening and speaking skills aren’t clear as well as writing isn’t sure. Thus, I am afraid my teacher and my classmates ask me some question that I don’t understand and be able to answer.

I wish the Filipino and me could overcome the natural storms as well as the hurricane of language. Being so, we feel peaceful and confident in our life and in learning as well.

My new friend

There is a girl who lives in Ho Chi Minh City at Vietnam to invite me making friend with her through my face book. After talking together for a short time, she asked an appointment with me today because she wants to share her great ambition to me.

Her wish wants to make charity that helps the poor patients and helps the orphans, but she cannot make it alone. Thus, she needs many people who have aspiration as her. For the poor patients, she wants to establish charity cook rice for them every week. The finance is earned from distribution of goods of everyone who attend her group. For example, Mr. Tom, a member of the group takes a commodity from main company cost 500 Pesos after that he sell cost 800 Pesos. That interest sent to the group for charity. For the orphans, the group visits the children and has enjoyable activities with them. In addition to group’s activities spirit, the group also shares some confectioneries and toys for them on weekend. Furthermore, the group also cut hair for them in every last month.

After hearing from her, I also share with her a little of my experience about charity. I have set up a group of voluntary students. We collect waste plastic material in the residents’ houses to sell and the money is used to cook rice soup for the poor patients in two hospitals of Binh Thuan Province every Sunday. In summer, we launch the campaign “collecting school manuals to help poor friends.” These activities are disseminated largely in the Diocese.

Rewriting this legitimate aspiration, I ask to you who are reader pray for her best wish is performed in her hometown. May God bless for this good work.

Ash Medal!! by Cezz

 

With each rotation of the earth, you understood it? You, do you know where the world toward which we live? Do you know the stop-over of the route?
Are you in journey or you are left behind?

Long years have passed by since the history of man or before the beginning of man. Thenceforth began to travel the world. But how is traveling the world in which we live?
Do you agree that the route was in rough-road?

Every day we are bombarded by sad news reminds that human society is declining in the quagmire of confusing problems, the quicksand of endless trouble – and this despite
the wonderful advancement of technology and science!

True, people have made to rotate the world even though the moon. People able to walk on moon, but he does not walk on his own planet streets without fear. Can a person put
his home of all its fittings and furniture; but he was not able to fill it with love and stop the destruction of families. Mankind was able to do the dissemination of information through TV, radio, and phone but he did not teach people to live together peacefully holding the values and unity.

With education, mankind is equipped of knowledge and wisdom but it can never be able to inculcate in the minds and hearts of people the self control and not be taught as
communicative human beings. Mankind has amazingly joined the two ends of the earth and splices the separate continents and in the marvelous way people have had constructed the laboratory’s space. But despite the things he did not build a community quiet and at ease in his own planet.

Man has known the temper and circumstances of the weather but would not it be able to prevent or hinder the arrival of any neither disaster nor calamities. There are satellites roaming in the galaxy but despite this they still not able to explain the intricate universe and the things contained herein.

Nowadays, we have progressive medicine and will continue to progress; but why was not possible to treat the human disease and the emergence of various types of illness, nor the age and especially not the death that brings pain and grief to mankind.

We have reached the peak in the sciences and technology and still headings for great advancement but despite this, the number of poor is rapidly grown, there are still large numbers of hungry and do not prevent malnutrition in all the inhabited earth.

Different types of government tried but remain the division, rebellion and terrorism. It does not stop the war of the country to country, kingdom to kingdom, religion to religion, race to race or ethnic fighting and government versus rebellious group.

Mainly the sudden and rapid deterioration of human morality. There is the chronic abuse of drugs, alcohol and cigarette addiction, addiction to bad habits and obsession with money. An uncontrolled epidemic in the prevalence of common landscape prostitution and only increase the number of unintentional and unexpected pregnancy of young, wherefore the abortion was common solution to this situation. Fornication, adultery and even third sex is a stylish in-that-in the human society.

Where is the victory cry of humanity? Not the success that it is a great irony?

Thus, it’s true that man cannot direct his own steps perfectly or righteously!!

Now, can you halt the earth’s journey?  Can you tell me where it moving towards?

 

 

My Favorite Activity

 

I wrote this as an example of a stand-alone descriptive paragraph which I often use in my classes (EFL Intermediate level). Students do benefit a lot from others’ examples: student-written compositions; especially, they appreciate teachers’ own writings, and articles by professional writers.

 

As far as I can remember, there is one special activity that I have always enjoyed doing, and that is stringing words together in a poem. I started writing poems when I was only thirteen years old, but even before that, the rhymes and rhythms of children songs and verses I was learning in school had already fascinated my young mind. The personal poems my parents wrote to each other, which I would chance upon, also delighted me so much that I would recite them to myself, in secret. Reading them aloud would make my heart leap with joy at their melodious sound, especially after I discovered in first year high school, that the beautiful sound they produced was brought about by the way different words were woven together. At that time, too, I remember, I was fond of reading love stories. Hence my very first verses were all inspired by romantic thoughts, even though I had never had any boyfriend. I also remember using the simplest words I could think of and just coining them together to form a very short but rhythmic verse. Here runs one of my earliest verses: “Love me truly…This I ask of you…Be sweet and sincere…Like I have been to you… Say you love me…Oh say you do…I love you dear… So love me too.” Seeing my thoughts on paper then, and listening to the way these words convey my feelings, thrilled me endlessly. Because they were like music to my youthful ears, my poems comforted me whenever I felt bored. Then too, I gradually discovered that for every fleeting thought or emotion I experienced, there would always be a phrase or two that would dramatically paint whatever I was going through. To illustrate, here is a part of the poem I wrote when I was already eighteen years old: “Suddenly, the whole world seemed to crush down on me; an all-confusing pain swept over me as my last straw of hope…Was taken away from me…While my whole being and soul ached for him…He, whom I desire so much, stood there desiring another! How I’ve winced at that gleam in his eyes as he looked at her…How I’ve recoiled at the hurt, at the stabbing pain in my heart it had brought me…How bruised and battered I felt…Oh, how I wished I’ve never seen him again!!!” Whenever I wrote, a great rush of blood would race through my veins, sending me to fantasy land. Pen in hand then, my mind would take me as far as my imagination would let me, and the result of all these are the several collections of my own poetry I have kept all through these years. Even to this day, my spirit won’t rest until I have composed a verse or two that mirror my feelings, thoughts and observations. Writing poetry has always offered me a never-ending excitement and a deep sense of fulfillment for having created something beautiful that records my life’s fondest moments. This is, therefore, the most significant meaning of my favorite activity – that of defining myself as a creative artist who is able to partake of her God-given talents and share in His creative powers.

 

A REFLECTIVE EXPERIENCE

On Thursday last week, I went to Cubao where I had a most stirring experience that led me to a deep reflection. It was close to noon when I had to take a bus from Commonwealth, Quezon City to go to Cubao. In the bus, I asked the bus driver, “Please sir, when we arrive at Aurora Bridge, let me know.” Then the driver replied, a little impatiently, “Sister, can you speak to me in Tagalog? I don’t understand English!” Feeling sorry for myself, I kept silent and during my trip, I was so nervous that I did not even notice I had already passed the Aurora Bridge where I should have gone down. After almost fifteen minutes, looking outside through the bus window, I couldn’t recognize any place, any street. Suddenly, I shouted, “Para! Para! Para! Please.”

It was at Ortigas Station, along EDSA, where I got down, frightened and confused because that station was not familiar to me. EDSA was almost empty at that time, and rarely a person appeared on that highway. There were many buses passing along, but no one stopped because there wasn’t any bus stop! So I decided to walk back to Cubao, not only very angry and tired, but also hungry and thirsty.

While I was walking, many street people came into my view; some were sleeping under the tree, others were selling merchandise, while a few were begging for money. At that moment, the words, “Find the Lord in all things” struck me. I then thought “The Lord is in each of these people. Thus, instead of walking angrily, I must pray for them.” I reflected, “I have a house, food to eat, a family, a community, my sisters, and all other things I need – whereas these beggars don’t have anything at all.” Immediately, I prayed from the bottom of my heart, “My Lord, forgive me; I have been ungrateful to you.”

Soon after, my spirit renewed, I walked the rest of the way with a spring in my steps, more able to bear the heat of the scorching midafternoon sun. Finally, I arrived at Cubao, spent but relieved and thankful!

Reflection on Mark 10:46-52

Today’s Gospel tells me about the blind man who begged Jesus, “Lord,  let me see again.” These  words touch my heart and move my spiritual life. Like this blind man today, I want to ask the Lord from the bottom of my heart:

“Lord, let me see again your Face, your Presence, not only in my personal reflection, but also in my daily living, such as in my studies, my community, my work.

Lord, let me see again my vocation with desire, hope and faith.

Lord, let me see again my religious life with my eyes full of faith in simple things.”

 

 

Destiny

Once there were two people, a boy and a girl, who met in the river of time…it was a ‘relationship by fate’, destined to meet because there was a reason for it. Thus, started their journey of knowing each other a little better each day. Times when the sailing was just fine, the weather was fair. Times when they had to cross rough seas and there would be tension and sometimes, fear. However, sincerity of heart prevailed and flew her sails and quietly, friendship came over to them with smiles, laughter, and words. Everything changed. Day by day, understanding became deeper and acceptance became full. Times when words were left unspoken, yet both could discern what the other would like to share. It seemed their thoughts were synchronized. The sun was shining.

Their friendship was truly invaluable and genuine; both expressed the wish for this to endure the passage of time. It was tinged with sadness though because soon they would have to part when they reached the port. Both would have to go on without the other. Thus, sometimes, her tears would flow in the darkness. It was destined to be so.

Their friendship was truly invaluable, genuine and mysterious. One day, the need to express their care in a special way surged between them and they sealed their bond with a kiss. It was wonderful and sweet. There were other kisses as well as hugs, too, all sweet and tantalizing. Yes, tantalizing. Perhaps it was really such that unknowingly and naturally, if there was pure affection, it would want to find some physical manifestation and they became close. Now she feared this. She did not want to destroy what they had; it was a treasure she would always cherish for a lifetime…she wanted some beautiful memories to live by when they would be gone from each other.

It was a moonlit night. She was sad, afraid, and she cried. In the end, she believed he was truly a very good person, with a pure heart and soul. She remained hopeful he would not lose respect and admiration, and their affection would stay sweet; their friendship would last.

There was a rainbow in the sky.

Now she knew how it was to be truly loved with a pure heart, deep affection and great respect. For that, she was truly grateful.

Dreams are free…so she allowed herself this beautiful chance to live out her deep desire and hope, even if everything seemed impossible. At least she could hope and hold on to her dream.

Today, there was sunshine. Tomorrow might rain. Hence, in her sleep, she found herself not alone. Just like the stream that flows onto the river and cascade as one; just as the flower petals open up to the kiss of the sun.

 

 

My first try at story-telling — it tells of the uncertainty of young love. I posted this for the first time at another writing site, Writing.com. I go by the  name Mayflower (Marichu), and username, Summerblossom. 

 

On Academic Writing: Some Helpful Tips

As I was browsing through my Facebook, I came across this fascinating quotation:

“Life is like a camera…

Focus on what’s important,

Capture the good times,

Develop from the negatives. And if things don’t work out,

Take another shot…”

Suddenly, I thought this beautiful quote may also serve as an excellent guide not only for living our lives well, but also for improving one’s writing skills. Writing is such an important life skill to learn; in fact, outside school, a student like you has to write a great deal — when you write to your family or friends back home, update your superiors on what is happening to you in your present life away from your home community, when you apply for a scholarship or student loan, or even just to post something on your social network site such as Facebook, or Twitter. More importantly, writing comprises a great deal of a student’s academic life, so there is no way to avoid it. Surely, you would like your message come across clearly, and interestingly, as well.

Let us see then how each pointer can help you craft an excellent piece of academic writing.

  • Focus on what’s important. As you think of your topic, you also think about your main point, the central point that you would like to communicate regarding your topic. This is usually termed as the controlling point because it controls the flow of your discussion letting you avoid getting around the bush, or totally going out of your topic. When you think of the details to add “flesh” to your discussion, you just select what is important to make your meaning more clear.
  • Capture the good times. I should say, in terms of academic writing, this would mean that in discussing your main points, it is much better to think of the positive aspects of your topic; then write about them. On the other hand, if you are presenting an opinion, state it well in a positive statement rather in the negative. In this way, you will be able to have a lot of room for defending your view. Moreover, writing on the good points of an idea, place, thing or person that you are writing about, leaves a positive feeling on your readers. Stating your opinion in a positive statement can easier make your readers see your point and let them agree with you.
  • Develop from the negatives. In photography, pictures are developed from the negatives. In academic writing, these are the mistakes you make in form, structure and content: grammar, sentence and paragraph structure, choice of words and ideas that do not help communicate clearly what you want your readers to understand. In other words, as you go through each writing stage, you should patiently revise and edit until your composition is perfect. A helpful way to help you check out for the negatives and develop your topic from there is to discuss your initial draft with your peer, that is, with your classmate. Perhaps, you may ask your professor to take a look at your draft so he/she can give you feedbacks on how to better handle your discussion.
  • Take another shot, if things don’t work out. In taking photos with our cameras, we discard shots that do not capture well the scene we would like to have. This is especially easy to do nowadays with digital cams and phone cameras. Likewise, in academic writing, after you have spent a considerable amount of time on your paper, and you seem not able to get your points clearly mapped out for your readers, then it is time to start writing all over again — on the same topic, or on another. If you re-write on the same topic, you may have to consider looking at it from a different perspective or controlling point,  or try using a different approach in presenting it. Usually, for many students, it means looking for another topic that they can easily work out on a clean slate.

Each of these pointers, if followed patiently, diligently and with care, will surely give your readers a very interesting, clear and well-detailed picture of your ideas. Indeed, to paraphrase — writing is like a camera!

Note: I refer to these pointers as general rules to follow, and students should be aware of the other writing requirements needed for their specific task. (TeacherMarich)

My Reflection on “Finding God at Home” and “Finding God in the City”

I had just been going through the first few paragraphs of the 1st chapter of the book, “Finding God at Home”, when it startled me to discover I was reading something about myself, or rather something about my quest for something akin to what the author calls ‘Life on the Edge.’

A longing to meet a deeper reality could aptly describe that stage in my life when, without my recognizing it for what it was, the need to overcome or resist some norms in my normal Catholic upbringing started to surface. A high school student at the time, I didn’t know the reasons for such need. Nor do I now remember exactly what those norms were.

I had been brought up in a deeply religious Catholic family, and had been educated in an exclusive (all-girls) Catholic school run by nuns. Later, I pursued my Psychology course at the oldest university in Asia, a pontifical university. All throughout my childhood until I got married, life at home had been characterized by daily family prayer-time, regular Sunday Masses, and various church activities like singing in the choir.

My parents were both active members of our parish with my father as a lay minister and a member of the Knights of Columbus, while my mother as a member of the Apostleship of Prayer. One of my younger sisters is a member of the contemplative order of the SSpSAP (‘Pink Sisters’), and a brother is a priest.

Perhaps then, even in this kind of family atmosphere, I had not been able to define what ‘Spirituality’ was, because honestly, I thought it only belonged to the priests and nuns. At the same time, I had prided myself for being a part of such a family.

Years later, I slipped away from that kind of religiousity, and went on to question some practices like praying the rosary, ritualized prayers, and novenas. Although by not praying in my traditional way, I also felt not Catholic,and I felt some guilt and fear because I no longer had a sense of belonging.

Yet, I kept moving between the Church and some other Theosophical thoughts. I once thought I was perhaps looking for some easier way to connect to God, or for some justification why I shouldn’t be praying the traditional way because at times I found them tedious or too much of a ritual.

Becoming a mother didn’t stop me from that kind of “search.” I even experienced what the author described in the chapter on “Life at the Center” as ‘to feel energy, talent, hopes and ambitions all being slowly drained’ because I felt I was always another person for someone else, for some people, never for myself.

If our lives are our gifts to God, our offering to Him, then I didn’t somehow realize this, as it was like I was full of many things, but was nothing at all.

However, after more defining experiences that brought in wisdom and maturity, answers – good answers have started to take shape in different ways. Now a single parent and a grandmother, this book seems to give more meaning to what I am now. I may be like the first kind of soul: I am a bow in your hands, Lord, draw me lest I rot.’ Reading the book, I have realized here are newer and fresher insights.

The article “Finding God in the City” is a very good example for me of life being lived ‘on edge’ and ‘at the center.’ The author’s 7 principles are inspiring and worth living by, too.

Like crystal waters, the thoughts and examples presented by these two authors came to clear my mind of some doubts.

 

Note: I share this as one example of how students can write a personal reflection based on an assigned reading. It was a personal reflection I wrote as a requirement for one of my courses at the graduate school. Again, students are advised to follow their professors’ specific guidelines/requirements.