“Having someone to live abroad doesn’t guarantee a happy life.”
Luha is a stage presentation about a once ideal family which fell apart after the pillar of their home lost his job.
Fred, the husband, couldn’t find a job to sustain for the needs of his family so the wife, Lucia, decided to take actions. She planned to go abroad to seek for a greener pasture for her family. The husband went ballistic, and his ego was struck. He felt that he no longer has a say in the family because he could not find a living to sustain for it.
Lucia worked hard abroad. She sometimes works for three days straight without eating from dusk till dawn.
Her employees were a couple of a Filipino wife, Ana, who married a foreigner Although Ana was a Filipina, she is the one who made Lucia’s life a hell abroad. She maltreated Lucia in every meaning of the word. Her husband, on the other hand was a soft-spoken, affectionate, hot-blooded maniac who lusts for Lucia’s body.
While Lucia was working herself out, she didn’t know that her family was falling apart. Her eldest daughter, Margareth, who was once sweet, loving, and timid, rebelled. Her husband became a drunkard and her elder son, Alex, ran away from home. The youngest Ramil, had a Autism.
Her family was made to believe by a letter that their mom has forsaken them and had left them for another man abroad.
Lucia’s condition abroad went from bad to worst. Her male employee attempted to rape her and in the struggle to survive, she accidentally killed him.
Lucia, having experienced longing, hunger, and pain went insane.
The one who portrayed the role of Margareth, although a promising actress, failed to give justice to the character, having put out all the emotions in her screams.
Ramil, who played the Autistic role is no doubt, a promising performer.
Lucia managed to touch the lives of the audience with her convincing performance.
The stage play Luha might have been similar to the movie Anak in many ways or it could be judged a common story of an OFW working abroad, but it would undoubtly touch the hearts of the Overseas Filipino Workers who went abroad for the sake of their family.
October 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
WHAT ABOUT HIM
He has this aura of arrogance in him. He has this pouty lips that suggests sensuality. His pointed nose dictates authority. The sleepy almond eyes covered with thick lashes hid his mysteriousness.
At first glance, I found him handsome. Scott James Roxas was tall, lean, and has broad shoulders. He could be an object of your fantasy.
The man who could have made dozens of women cry have had made his way to the MassCom hall of fame when he became the editor-in-chief of the college publication, the Mediator and when he became Mr. Hinampang ’06.
Scott is a man of ambition. Instead of settling here in Iloilo, he took the risk of being rejected – or accepted in the Philippine Daily Inquirer as a part of his On the Job Training (OJT) program. He also got accepted at Manila Standard Today.
“I decided to take my OJT at Manila because I wasn’t going for settle in Iloilo.” Said Scott.
It was an unforgettable experience for him having had his training experience there.
“My first beat was to make police stories.” That experience made Scott realize that the life of a journalist wasn’t a bed of roses. Also, it was awesome to have had an edge over his classmates because he was brushing shoulders with Condrado de Quiros and many other popular opinion writers.
“Write to express and not to Impress was the greatest value instilled to him during his experience.”
September 18, 2008
At first glance, I found him handsome. Scott James Roxas was tall, lean, and has broad shoulders. He could be an object of your fantasy.
The man who could have made dozens of women cry have had made his way to the MassCom hall of fame when he became the editor-in-chief of the college publication, the Mediator and when he became Mr. Hinampang ’06.
Scott is a man of ambition. Instead of settling here in Iloilo, he took the risk of being rejected – or accepted in the Philippine Daily Inquirer as a part of his On the Job Training (OJT) program. He also got accepted at Manila Standard Today.
“I decided to take my OJT at Manila because I wasn’t going for settle in Iloilo.” Said Scott.
It was an unforgettable experience for him having had his training experience there.
“My first beat was to make police stories.” That experience made Scott realize that the life of a journalist wasn’t a bed of roses. Also, it was awesome to have had an edge over his classmates because he was brushing shoulders with Condrado de Quiros and many other popular opinion writers.
“Write to express and not to Impress was the greatest value instilled to him during his experience.”
September 18, 2008
MY STORY TO TELL
It had been two years since I last cried. I decided that I should be numb. Things are so much better when you just don’t feel anything. Everything that happened to me were once habits that had turned into a routine. The heartaches, the disappointments, the hurting. They are the same story that keeps on getting worst every single day of my life.
I do smile in spite of all these. I have my own life to live after all; I have a beautiful place called dreamland to visit every time I’m down. In fact, people could barely see me in a sour mood. The rainbow is always above my head; like a tiara shouting: “Hey! I am happy!”
A lot of people would testify that they know me; others would say wicked things about my personality. They think I’m all the person I show them that I am, but there’s much more things to discover about the true persona of Yanah,
Ever wondered how it feels like to grow up in a slum? To grow up with four other siblings in poverty and that your parents could barely afford your schooling? To go home to a house of broken ceilings and doors? To have a gambler for a mom and to have a father who is much more interested in the betterment of his organization than his own family? To sometimes wake up with the screams of your parents cursing?
You see, I was a battered child. In fairness to my mom, she does try hard to sustain for our family’s needs, that is, before she was introduced to gambling. And my dad, he has had decent jobs, but he would suddenly resign and reason out that he couldn’t afford to live far from his family. Then one day, he just got tired of working. That was also the time when he started hitting me. I was on my sixth grade in elementary that time.
My childhood wasn’t a normal one. My mom decided to go to Saudi Arabia to look for greener pastures. Shortly after, my dad went to prison. He was accused of estafa.
I learned to smoke and drink when I was in my first year in high school. We didn’t have parents and my siblings and I were separated. I was the only one left in our house with my blind grandmother and my drunkard uncle was my guardians.
Our lives didn’t get better when my mom went abroad. After two years, she went back to the country. That was also the year when my dad was dismissed from prison after he was dismissed from the crime that he didn’t commit.
We lived as a family again. I thought my dad had changed. He was good and sweet to us the first few months. Well, I was wrong. Maybe because he couldn’t find a good job and he gets frustrated by it that he’d beat me up without any reason at all.
There was this one time when he was about to beat up my younger brother that I stood up and shouted at him not to touch my brother. He got angry because that was the first time I talked back at him. As a result, he whacked me with two plastic stools. He didn’t stop until he saw the chairs were broken in my body.
There was also one time when my mother and father were arguing and when my dad saw me, he attempted to punch me. I did not move a muscle; I was used to his beatings. When he saw my reaction, he suddenly picked up a plastic stool and hit me with it on my head. There was so much blood. I was bleeding non-stop. My clothes were covered with it.
The beatings just stopped when I ignored my dad for two years. I built a wall around us and nobody could get through no matter how hard they tried.
We’re casual now; we have learned to forgive each other.
Most of my pains were caused by my family. They thought I was selfish and proud because I don’t ask them for financial assistance. I don’t dare ask them to give me money because I know they don’t have it, which is why I don’t ask them to give me any. I did not want to add up to their burden.
I am the one financing for my own studies. I have two jobs to keep me at school.
You see, I could have been a rebel, but I chose not to. I used to cry, but I stopped. I afford to smile in spite all of these not because of the saying that, “Clowns hide through their masks,” I afford to smile because I know that there are a lot of things to smile about. I have wonderful friends and I just find simple pleasures in the things around me.
I knew during those hard days that I should make a choice: to either be bad or good, and I picked the lesser evil.
Now, if you were me, what would you have become?
September 18, 2008
I do smile in spite of all these. I have my own life to live after all; I have a beautiful place called dreamland to visit every time I’m down. In fact, people could barely see me in a sour mood. The rainbow is always above my head; like a tiara shouting: “Hey! I am happy!”
A lot of people would testify that they know me; others would say wicked things about my personality. They think I’m all the person I show them that I am, but there’s much more things to discover about the true persona of Yanah,
Ever wondered how it feels like to grow up in a slum? To grow up with four other siblings in poverty and that your parents could barely afford your schooling? To go home to a house of broken ceilings and doors? To have a gambler for a mom and to have a father who is much more interested in the betterment of his organization than his own family? To sometimes wake up with the screams of your parents cursing?
You see, I was a battered child. In fairness to my mom, she does try hard to sustain for our family’s needs, that is, before she was introduced to gambling. And my dad, he has had decent jobs, but he would suddenly resign and reason out that he couldn’t afford to live far from his family. Then one day, he just got tired of working. That was also the time when he started hitting me. I was on my sixth grade in elementary that time.
My childhood wasn’t a normal one. My mom decided to go to Saudi Arabia to look for greener pastures. Shortly after, my dad went to prison. He was accused of estafa.
I learned to smoke and drink when I was in my first year in high school. We didn’t have parents and my siblings and I were separated. I was the only one left in our house with my blind grandmother and my drunkard uncle was my guardians.
Our lives didn’t get better when my mom went abroad. After two years, she went back to the country. That was also the year when my dad was dismissed from prison after he was dismissed from the crime that he didn’t commit.
We lived as a family again. I thought my dad had changed. He was good and sweet to us the first few months. Well, I was wrong. Maybe because he couldn’t find a good job and he gets frustrated by it that he’d beat me up without any reason at all.
There was this one time when he was about to beat up my younger brother that I stood up and shouted at him not to touch my brother. He got angry because that was the first time I talked back at him. As a result, he whacked me with two plastic stools. He didn’t stop until he saw the chairs were broken in my body.
There was also one time when my mother and father were arguing and when my dad saw me, he attempted to punch me. I did not move a muscle; I was used to his beatings. When he saw my reaction, he suddenly picked up a plastic stool and hit me with it on my head. There was so much blood. I was bleeding non-stop. My clothes were covered with it.
The beatings just stopped when I ignored my dad for two years. I built a wall around us and nobody could get through no matter how hard they tried.
We’re casual now; we have learned to forgive each other.
Most of my pains were caused by my family. They thought I was selfish and proud because I don’t ask them for financial assistance. I don’t dare ask them to give me money because I know they don’t have it, which is why I don’t ask them to give me any. I did not want to add up to their burden.
I am the one financing for my own studies. I have two jobs to keep me at school.
You see, I could have been a rebel, but I chose not to. I used to cry, but I stopped. I afford to smile in spite all of these not because of the saying that, “Clowns hide through their masks,” I afford to smile because I know that there are a lot of things to smile about. I have wonderful friends and I just find simple pleasures in the things around me.
I knew during those hard days that I should make a choice: to either be bad or good, and I picked the lesser evil.
Now, if you were me, what would you have become?
September 18, 2008
A BULB OF IDEA
She sat in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands on the table, then, started typing. She was doing well in the first two paragraphs, and then she read it. She was not satisfied with her work. She glared at the computer, hard, and long. What will she write?
In her imagination she could see herself all dressed up. She was to receive an award – a writing award. She was a well-known novelist, one of the most successful women in her time. She waved her hands to the audience while coming up the stage and then finally, when it was her time to give her speech, she thanked first God, next her family and friends, then her patriots, and finally, her teachers.
In a flash, her senses went back to reality. How could she win a novel-prize award if she could not even write a narrative or a descriptive feature? She thought again, harder this time. “What does interest me?” she asked herself under her breath.
“There are a lot of things that interests me, but what is the best thing? If only I could choose one, then maybe, I could finish an article. God, please help me, I need this, and it is my only chance to pass this subject. If I can’t come up with something, I’d definitely flunk this subject.” It was as if she was arguing to another person.
Then she thought hard again. Then a flashback came to her mind. She was sitting at the end of class. Men surrounded her her age. She was the only girl in that side of the room. She was fifteen. The professor was moving around, making sure that no one in that exam could get away with a high score by cheating.
She was nervous. She had believed that she was good in Mathematics, her elementary teachers would agree, they even sent her to contests and she would always make sure that she would bring home the bacon. But not this teacher. She could feel that he could see her insides and she knew that he knows exactly what she was thinking. She hates Geometry and she could not answer the questions. The teacher glanced back in her direction then smiled.
She gave up her ambition to be an accountant because of that. She believed that there would be plenty of Geometry if she would take up the course. She was on her third year in high school and she had to think of a course to take. She had only a year more to go before entering college.
“Reading writing, and imagining interest me more than anything else in this world!” she suddenly exclaimed. She literally jumped out of her seat while she said that, she had just made a scene some people were staring at her.
She sat down. “How could I make a story out of those three?” she thought.
“Click-clack, click-clack.” The sound of the watch seemed like music to her. She started typing again. She had managed to write five paragraphs now, but the things she wrote did not make any sense to her.
She looked at her rented computer keyboard. It was black as a crow. She looked at it intently then suddenly; everything seemed to blend in its darkness.
She then saw herself standing on the most breath-taking view she had ever witnessed. She could see butterflies of different colors flew everywhere. Fruit-bearing trees were in the exact places where she wanted them to be. Everything she could think about was there popping up like popcorn. She knew she was in her favorite place, her very own “fantasy island”.
She spent ten whole minutes daydreaming. She scratched her hair. “Ugh! This is too hard!” she thought. She had many ‘brilliant’ ideas for a feature story, but she could not write anything at all. If she could, by any chance, she could not finish the story.
“What will I do now? Should I write about my infamous love story and pretend that it wasn’t mine? On the other hand, should I write about my not-so-good experiences? Or maybe, I could write about how I and my best friend broke our bond because I suddenly got tired of understanding her? Nah, that could be something, but well, maybe I’d be biased and I’d put all the blame to her.” She was talking to herself now, good thing all of this was only in her head. People could have mistaken her as a crazy girl if she had said that aloud.
“My computer rent would be my dinner money if I just sit here wandering around in the world of fantasy. I should write something!”
She looked around, maybe she could find an ‘inspiration’ to help her out, then she saw the fluorescent light…
”Eureka!” she was smiling to herself now… she finally knew what to write.
Now she sat there in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands one more time. She smiled, and then started typing. She knew this time she would finish an article.
September 3, 2008
In her imagination she could see herself all dressed up. She was to receive an award – a writing award. She was a well-known novelist, one of the most successful women in her time. She waved her hands to the audience while coming up the stage and then finally, when it was her time to give her speech, she thanked first God, next her family and friends, then her patriots, and finally, her teachers.
In a flash, her senses went back to reality. How could she win a novel-prize award if she could not even write a narrative or a descriptive feature? She thought again, harder this time. “What does interest me?” she asked herself under her breath.
“There are a lot of things that interests me, but what is the best thing? If only I could choose one, then maybe, I could finish an article. God, please help me, I need this, and it is my only chance to pass this subject. If I can’t come up with something, I’d definitely flunk this subject.” It was as if she was arguing to another person.
Then she thought hard again. Then a flashback came to her mind. She was sitting at the end of class. Men surrounded her her age. She was the only girl in that side of the room. She was fifteen. The professor was moving around, making sure that no one in that exam could get away with a high score by cheating.
She was nervous. She had believed that she was good in Mathematics, her elementary teachers would agree, they even sent her to contests and she would always make sure that she would bring home the bacon. But not this teacher. She could feel that he could see her insides and she knew that he knows exactly what she was thinking. She hates Geometry and she could not answer the questions. The teacher glanced back in her direction then smiled.
She gave up her ambition to be an accountant because of that. She believed that there would be plenty of Geometry if she would take up the course. She was on her third year in high school and she had to think of a course to take. She had only a year more to go before entering college.
“Reading writing, and imagining interest me more than anything else in this world!” she suddenly exclaimed. She literally jumped out of her seat while she said that, she had just made a scene some people were staring at her.
She sat down. “How could I make a story out of those three?” she thought.
“Click-clack, click-clack.” The sound of the watch seemed like music to her. She started typing again. She had managed to write five paragraphs now, but the things she wrote did not make any sense to her.
She looked at her rented computer keyboard. It was black as a crow. She looked at it intently then suddenly; everything seemed to blend in its darkness.
She then saw herself standing on the most breath-taking view she had ever witnessed. She could see butterflies of different colors flew everywhere. Fruit-bearing trees were in the exact places where she wanted them to be. Everything she could think about was there popping up like popcorn. She knew she was in her favorite place, her very own “fantasy island”.
She spent ten whole minutes daydreaming. She scratched her hair. “Ugh! This is too hard!” she thought. She had many ‘brilliant’ ideas for a feature story, but she could not write anything at all. If she could, by any chance, she could not finish the story.
“What will I do now? Should I write about my infamous love story and pretend that it wasn’t mine? On the other hand, should I write about my not-so-good experiences? Or maybe, I could write about how I and my best friend broke our bond because I suddenly got tired of understanding her? Nah, that could be something, but well, maybe I’d be biased and I’d put all the blame to her.” She was talking to herself now, good thing all of this was only in her head. People could have mistaken her as a crazy girl if she had said that aloud.
“My computer rent would be my dinner money if I just sit here wandering around in the world of fantasy. I should write something!”
She looked around, maybe she could find an ‘inspiration’ to help her out, then she saw the fluorescent light…
”Eureka!” she was smiling to herself now… she finally knew what to write.
Now she sat there in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands one more time. She smiled, and then started typing. She knew this time she would finish an article.
September 3, 2008
A BULB OF IDEA
She sat in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands on the table, then, started typing. She was doing well in the first two paragraphs, and then she read it. She was not satisfied with her work. She glared at the computer, hard, and long. What will she write?
In her imagination she could see herself all dressed up. She was to receive an award – a writing award. She was a well-known novelist, one of the most successful women in her time. She waved her hands to the audience while coming up the stage and then finally, when it was her time to give her speech, she thanked first God, next her family and friends, then her patriots, and finally, her teachers.
In a flash, her senses went back to reality. How could she win a novel-prize award if she could not even write a narrative or a descriptive feature? She thought again, harder this time. “What does interest me?” she asked herself under her breath.
“There are a lot of things that interests me, but what is the best thing? If only I could choose one, then maybe, I could finish an article. God, please help me, I need this, and it is my only chance to pass this subject. If I can’t come up with something, I’d definitely flunk this subject.” It was as if she was arguing to another person.
Then she thought hard again. Then a flashback came to her mind. She was sitting at the end of class. Men surrounded her her age. She was the only girl in that side of the room. She was fifteen. The professor was moving around, making sure that no one in that exam could get away with a high score by cheating.
She was nervous. She had believed that she was good in Mathematics, her elementary teachers would agree, they even sent her to contests and she would always make sure that she would bring home the bacon. But not this teacher. She could feel that he could see her insides and she knew that he knows exactly what she was thinking. She hates Geometry and she could not answer the questions. The teacher glanced back in her direction then smiled.
She gave up her ambition to be an accountant because of that. She believed that there would be plenty of Geometry if she would take up the course. She was on her third year in high school and she had to think of a course to take. She had only a year more to go before entering college.
“Reading writing, and imagining interest me more than anything else in this world!” she suddenly exclaimed. She literally jumped out of her seat while she said that, she had just made a scene some people were staring at her.
She sat down. “How could I make a story out of those three?” she thought.
“Click-clack, click-clack.” The sound of the watch seemed like music to her. She started typing again. She had managed to write five paragraphs now, but the things she wrote did not make any sense to her.
She looked at her rented computer keyboard. It was black as a crow. She looked at it intently then suddenly; everything seemed to blend in its darkness.
She then saw herself standing on the most breath-taking view she had ever witnessed. She could see butterflies of different colors flew everywhere. Fruit-bearing trees were in the exact places where she wanted them to be. Everything she could think about was there popping up like popcorn. She knew she was in her favorite place, her very own “fantasy island”.
She spent ten whole minutes daydreaming. She scratched her hair. “Ugh! This is too hard!” she thought. She had many ‘brilliant’ ideas for a feature story, but she could not write anything at all. If she could, by any chance, she could not finish the story.
“What will I do now? Should I write about my infamous love story and pretend that it wasn’t mine? On the other hand, should I write about my not-so-good experiences? Or maybe, I could write about how I and my best friend broke our bond because I suddenly got tired of understanding her? Nah, that could be something, but well, maybe I’d be biased and I’d put all the blame to her.” She was talking to herself now, good thing all of this was only in her head. People could have mistaken her as a crazy girl if she had said that aloud.
“My computer rent would be my dinner money if I just sit here wandering around in the world of fantasy. I should write something!”
She looked around, maybe she could find an ‘inspiration’ to help her out, then she saw the fluorescent light…
”Eureka!” she was smiling to herself now… she finally knew what to write.
Now she sat there in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands one more time. She smiled, and then started typing. She knew this time she would finish an article.
September 3, 2008
In her imagination she could see herself all dressed up. She was to receive an award – a writing award. She was a well-known novelist, one of the most successful women in her time. She waved her hands to the audience while coming up the stage and then finally, when it was her time to give her speech, she thanked first God, next her family and friends, then her patriots, and finally, her teachers.
In a flash, her senses went back to reality. How could she win a novel-prize award if she could not even write a narrative or a descriptive feature? She thought again, harder this time. “What does interest me?” she asked herself under her breath.
“There are a lot of things that interests me, but what is the best thing? If only I could choose one, then maybe, I could finish an article. God, please help me, I need this, and it is my only chance to pass this subject. If I can’t come up with something, I’d definitely flunk this subject.” It was as if she was arguing to another person.
Then she thought hard again. Then a flashback came to her mind. She was sitting at the end of class. Men surrounded her her age. She was the only girl in that side of the room. She was fifteen. The professor was moving around, making sure that no one in that exam could get away with a high score by cheating.
She was nervous. She had believed that she was good in Mathematics, her elementary teachers would agree, they even sent her to contests and she would always make sure that she would bring home the bacon. But not this teacher. She could feel that he could see her insides and she knew that he knows exactly what she was thinking. She hates Geometry and she could not answer the questions. The teacher glanced back in her direction then smiled.
She gave up her ambition to be an accountant because of that. She believed that there would be plenty of Geometry if she would take up the course. She was on her third year in high school and she had to think of a course to take. She had only a year more to go before entering college.
“Reading writing, and imagining interest me more than anything else in this world!” she suddenly exclaimed. She literally jumped out of her seat while she said that, she had just made a scene some people were staring at her.
She sat down. “How could I make a story out of those three?” she thought.
“Click-clack, click-clack.” The sound of the watch seemed like music to her. She started typing again. She had managed to write five paragraphs now, but the things she wrote did not make any sense to her.
She looked at her rented computer keyboard. It was black as a crow. She looked at it intently then suddenly; everything seemed to blend in its darkness.
She then saw herself standing on the most breath-taking view she had ever witnessed. She could see butterflies of different colors flew everywhere. Fruit-bearing trees were in the exact places where she wanted them to be. Everything she could think about was there popping up like popcorn. She knew she was in her favorite place, her very own “fantasy island”.
She spent ten whole minutes daydreaming. She scratched her hair. “Ugh! This is too hard!” she thought. She had many ‘brilliant’ ideas for a feature story, but she could not write anything at all. If she could, by any chance, she could not finish the story.
“What will I do now? Should I write about my infamous love story and pretend that it wasn’t mine? On the other hand, should I write about my not-so-good experiences? Or maybe, I could write about how I and my best friend broke our bond because I suddenly got tired of understanding her? Nah, that could be something, but well, maybe I’d be biased and I’d put all the blame to her.” She was talking to herself now, good thing all of this was only in her head. People could have mistaken her as a crazy girl if she had said that aloud.
“My computer rent would be my dinner money if I just sit here wandering around in the world of fantasy. I should write something!”
She looked around, maybe she could find an ‘inspiration’ to help her out, then she saw the fluorescent light…
”Eureka!” she was smiling to herself now… she finally knew what to write.
Now she sat there in front of her rented computer. She tapped her hands one more time. She smiled, and then started typing. She knew this time she would finish an article.
September 3, 2008
THE ALPHA PHI OMEGA MEMBERSHIP CYCLE
Although the image of fraternities here in the country is continuously blemished by the scandals it is facing and had undergone, there are still a number of young adolescents who would take risks just to be involved in a so-called 'brotherhood' or 'sisterhood'.
The Alpha Phi Omega (APO) envisions to be the leading international service fraternity and sorority in the principles that it has chosen that are: Leadership, Friendship, and Service, having the latter as its ulterior motive to continuously grow.
The Alpha Phi Omega International Philippines Incorporated (formerly known as Alpha Phi Omega International Collegiate Service Fraternity and Sorority) was founded by Dr. Frank Reed Horton at Lafayette College, Easton Pennsylvania, U.S.A. Horton served as an ensign during the World War 1. He promised himself that after the war was over and if would return alive he will spearhead an organization with two motives. One was to help the young boys get into the proper track of life by building up into them a 'standard of manhood' that would withstand the test of time. The second was to help settle the nations' disputes in a more sensible and legal manner than by war. He found that the Greek symbols of Alpha Phi Omega were the ones that he was looking for.
The Alpha Phi Omega reached the Philippine grounds. On April 3, 1950, the first organization outside the Alpha Phi Omega U.S.A. was founded at Far Eastern University, Manila, Philippines.
There are two ways in which you can join the organization. One is by recruitment and the other is by personally applying. Interested recruits are given brief indoctrinations about the founding of Alpha Phi Omega. After they have heard what the organization had to say, they are free to choose if they want to pursue joining the organization. They are also given the chance in asking non-confidential questions and the most common they got is: “Will there be hazing?”
Republic Act 8049 or the Anti-hazing Law is an ordinance which is strictly followed by the organization. Any chapter that will be caught violating the law would be given sanctions depending upon the degree of offense.
If the recruit pursues to join the organization, he /she will be baptized. He/she will be sponsored by an active member and will be given a baptismal name in which he/she will be recognized in the organization.
Since Alpha Phi Omega believes that the main purpose of a student why he/she enters college is study, he/she is given a number of hours for reporting according to his/her class schedule. Continuous indoctrination are further given to the aspiring pledge(s) which are written in his/her tickler. His/her tickler is the pledge's only passport for active membership. Loosing it would mean loosing your opportunity to be a part of the organization.
There are three rites: 1. The Alpha (Leadership) Rites, in which in this phase leadership seminars, trainings, and exams are given to the pledge(s). In this phase also, the aspiring pledge(s) is/are becomes fully recognized as a pledge(s) of Alpha Phi Omega. 2. The Phi (Friendship) Rites where in this stage, a 'Public Humiliation' is practiced, depending upon the chapter rules and/or Master Initiator (M.I.). They are also given exams and activities to further improve their humility to others. 3. The Omega (Service) Rites will only be initiated if the pledge(s) have completed the Alpha Phi Omega four folds of program service which are: 1. Service to the fraternity and sorority; 2. Service to the student body and the faculty; 3. Service to the youth and the community and lastly; 4. Service to the nation as a fully participating citizen. A given number of service hours are given to the pledge(s) for them to obtain.
In completing the Omega Rites, a pledge becomes a half-pledged member of APO but their obligations doesn't stop there. By being a half-pledged member, he/she is to be put under observation. Continuous initiation of service programs are expected of him/her.
The Ritual Rites, a solemn oath undertaking would only take place if the half-pledged member has proven himself/herself worthy to be a full-fledged member of the Alpha Phi Omega. By deciding to enter the Alpha Phi Omega, an individual had committed and dedicated himself to be of service to every individual who needs it.
The Philippines alone has 175,000 registered members and over 100,000 unregistered members of the Alpha Phi Omega.
The principles of Leadership, Friendship, and Service of Alpha Phi Omega will be an inspiration for a lifetime to its dedicated members, thus, making them model citizens of our country.
September 8, 2008
The Alpha Phi Omega (APO) envisions to be the leading international service fraternity and sorority in the principles that it has chosen that are: Leadership, Friendship, and Service, having the latter as its ulterior motive to continuously grow.
The Alpha Phi Omega International Philippines Incorporated (formerly known as Alpha Phi Omega International Collegiate Service Fraternity and Sorority) was founded by Dr. Frank Reed Horton at Lafayette College, Easton Pennsylvania, U.S.A. Horton served as an ensign during the World War 1. He promised himself that after the war was over and if would return alive he will spearhead an organization with two motives. One was to help the young boys get into the proper track of life by building up into them a 'standard of manhood' that would withstand the test of time. The second was to help settle the nations' disputes in a more sensible and legal manner than by war. He found that the Greek symbols of Alpha Phi Omega were the ones that he was looking for.
The Alpha Phi Omega reached the Philippine grounds. On April 3, 1950, the first organization outside the Alpha Phi Omega U.S.A. was founded at Far Eastern University, Manila, Philippines.
There are two ways in which you can join the organization. One is by recruitment and the other is by personally applying. Interested recruits are given brief indoctrinations about the founding of Alpha Phi Omega. After they have heard what the organization had to say, they are free to choose if they want to pursue joining the organization. They are also given the chance in asking non-confidential questions and the most common they got is: “Will there be hazing?”
Republic Act 8049 or the Anti-hazing Law is an ordinance which is strictly followed by the organization. Any chapter that will be caught violating the law would be given sanctions depending upon the degree of offense.
If the recruit pursues to join the organization, he /she will be baptized. He/she will be sponsored by an active member and will be given a baptismal name in which he/she will be recognized in the organization.
Since Alpha Phi Omega believes that the main purpose of a student why he/she enters college is study, he/she is given a number of hours for reporting according to his/her class schedule. Continuous indoctrination are further given to the aspiring pledge(s) which are written in his/her tickler. His/her tickler is the pledge's only passport for active membership. Loosing it would mean loosing your opportunity to be a part of the organization.
There are three rites: 1. The Alpha (Leadership) Rites, in which in this phase leadership seminars, trainings, and exams are given to the pledge(s). In this phase also, the aspiring pledge(s) is/are becomes fully recognized as a pledge(s) of Alpha Phi Omega. 2. The Phi (Friendship) Rites where in this stage, a 'Public Humiliation' is practiced, depending upon the chapter rules and/or Master Initiator (M.I.). They are also given exams and activities to further improve their humility to others. 3. The Omega (Service) Rites will only be initiated if the pledge(s) have completed the Alpha Phi Omega four folds of program service which are: 1. Service to the fraternity and sorority; 2. Service to the student body and the faculty; 3. Service to the youth and the community and lastly; 4. Service to the nation as a fully participating citizen. A given number of service hours are given to the pledge(s) for them to obtain.
In completing the Omega Rites, a pledge becomes a half-pledged member of APO but their obligations doesn't stop there. By being a half-pledged member, he/she is to be put under observation. Continuous initiation of service programs are expected of him/her.
The Ritual Rites, a solemn oath undertaking would only take place if the half-pledged member has proven himself/herself worthy to be a full-fledged member of the Alpha Phi Omega. By deciding to enter the Alpha Phi Omega, an individual had committed and dedicated himself to be of service to every individual who needs it.
The Philippines alone has 175,000 registered members and over 100,000 unregistered members of the Alpha Phi Omega.
The principles of Leadership, Friendship, and Service of Alpha Phi Omega will be an inspiration for a lifetime to its dedicated members, thus, making them model citizens of our country.
September 8, 2008
A LAMPSHADE OUT OF CONTAINER GALLONS
“There is money in garbage.”
It is a usual saying with truth attached to it. There a lot of people who became successful because of rubbish. A once good hobby of collecting empty Zest-O tetra packs lead into the launch of the Doy Bags – these are varieties of shopping bags, wallets, tote bags and small or large pencil cases all made from recycled juice packs.
Doy Bags are now were first introduced in the Philippines by a group of women working in a cooperative. In their organization, every single member of the women’s cooperative is involved in the production of the bags and has a say on how things are run.
Doy Bags are now popular and are being exported to Europe. A good sized Shopping Bag is sold at an unbelievable price of £12.99, which is more or less equivalent to five hundred pesos!
There are still plenty of recyclable materials that could be made into a wonderful work of art and can be a good source of extra income. Another example is the lampshade out of empty container gallons.
In making so, we need the following materials:
• Scissors
• Colored glues
• Cutter
• Ruler
• Pencil
• Round-headed fasteners
• Four pieces of empty 1 gallon container (with a round base)
• One piece of ½ gallon container (with a round base)
• Carton
Making a lampshade out of old container gallons is quite easy. You just need to follow these simple steps:
1. Using the cutter, cut the bottom and the middle line of the gallon (the gallon has already a line in it so all you have to do is to follow it). The cut portion of the gallon would give a cylinder shape. Do this in all of the 1 gallon containers.
2. The cylinder shaped gallon is made of plastic so, it will be easy for you to cut it in the middle making it rectangle shaped.
3. With the use of your ruler, measure the size of the square sized plastic in its longer side, and cut it into two equal sizes.
4. Draw a petal shaped figure in your carton, cut it out and trace the cut-out petal-shaped drawing in your plastic gallons. Cut out the figures. All of it should be petal-shaped and the sizes should all be equal.
5. Using your ruler, measure one side of the petal-shaped plastic and divide it into three (put an inch allowance on the top and the bottom of the petal. With the use of your cutter, put a whole in the marked spots just enough to fit the round-headed fastener.
6. Connect the petal-shaped gallons with the use of your round-headed fasteners, do these until you come up with a flower shaped size. The top part of our lamp-shade is completed.
7. Get your ½ gallon container. You will see a line on its middle. With the use of your cutter, follow that line and cut it out. We will need the upper body of the container.
8. From the cut 1 gallon plastic container, get one of the four upper part of the plastic gallon, connect it with the ½ gallon upper size. In joining the two, we must make sure that both mouth openings are where the attachment would take place.
9. Get two bottom part of the container, one from the 1 gallon and the other from the ½ gallon. Connect the ½ gallon bottom to the 1 gallon head.
10. Connect the body to the finished upper part.
11. Use the colored glue to design your masterpiece.
12.
Now, our lampshade out of unused container gallons is completed. This product can be sold from 150-250 pesos depending upon its size.
By recycling, not only could you help save the environment, you could also earn extra money in it if you will just use your creativity.
September 8, 2008
It is a usual saying with truth attached to it. There a lot of people who became successful because of rubbish. A once good hobby of collecting empty Zest-O tetra packs lead into the launch of the Doy Bags – these are varieties of shopping bags, wallets, tote bags and small or large pencil cases all made from recycled juice packs.
Doy Bags are now were first introduced in the Philippines by a group of women working in a cooperative. In their organization, every single member of the women’s cooperative is involved in the production of the bags and has a say on how things are run.
Doy Bags are now popular and are being exported to Europe. A good sized Shopping Bag is sold at an unbelievable price of £12.99, which is more or less equivalent to five hundred pesos!
There are still plenty of recyclable materials that could be made into a wonderful work of art and can be a good source of extra income. Another example is the lampshade out of empty container gallons.
In making so, we need the following materials:
• Scissors
• Colored glues
• Cutter
• Ruler
• Pencil
• Round-headed fasteners
• Four pieces of empty 1 gallon container (with a round base)
• One piece of ½ gallon container (with a round base)
• Carton
Making a lampshade out of old container gallons is quite easy. You just need to follow these simple steps:
1. Using the cutter, cut the bottom and the middle line of the gallon (the gallon has already a line in it so all you have to do is to follow it). The cut portion of the gallon would give a cylinder shape. Do this in all of the 1 gallon containers.
2. The cylinder shaped gallon is made of plastic so, it will be easy for you to cut it in the middle making it rectangle shaped.
3. With the use of your ruler, measure the size of the square sized plastic in its longer side, and cut it into two equal sizes.
4. Draw a petal shaped figure in your carton, cut it out and trace the cut-out petal-shaped drawing in your plastic gallons. Cut out the figures. All of it should be petal-shaped and the sizes should all be equal.
5. Using your ruler, measure one side of the petal-shaped plastic and divide it into three (put an inch allowance on the top and the bottom of the petal. With the use of your cutter, put a whole in the marked spots just enough to fit the round-headed fastener.
6. Connect the petal-shaped gallons with the use of your round-headed fasteners, do these until you come up with a flower shaped size. The top part of our lamp-shade is completed.
7. Get your ½ gallon container. You will see a line on its middle. With the use of your cutter, follow that line and cut it out. We will need the upper body of the container.
8. From the cut 1 gallon plastic container, get one of the four upper part of the plastic gallon, connect it with the ½ gallon upper size. In joining the two, we must make sure that both mouth openings are where the attachment would take place.
9. Get two bottom part of the container, one from the 1 gallon and the other from the ½ gallon. Connect the ½ gallon bottom to the 1 gallon head.
10. Connect the body to the finished upper part.
11. Use the colored glue to design your masterpiece.
12.
Now, our lampshade out of unused container gallons is completed. This product can be sold from 150-250 pesos depending upon its size.
By recycling, not only could you help save the environment, you could also earn extra money in it if you will just use your creativity.
September 8, 2008
WALT DISNEY CONCERT HALL
The magnificent folding, billowing exterior of the Walt Disney Concert Hall is a sight to see.
The amazing architectural piece, the stainless steel panel could stretch up to an unbelievable to forty nine miles.
The design of the Concert Hall actually predates the architect’s famous Guggenheim Museum in Balboa, Spain.
The building was launched in 1987. Lilian Disney donated fifty million dollars for the launch of the said project.
Frank Gehry, the architect of the Walt Disney Concert Hall, is probably the most famous American architect. He completed the design of the building in 1991. He designed the building on October 23, 2003. Yasushita Toyata designed the interior Acoustic of the building.
The exterior of the building looks like a pile of ships overlapping each other. From a far-away view, it is very attractive because of its aluminun roof panels. The interior design, is a siht to see.
The aluminum exterior of the panel could reflect heat to nearby condominiums and also, its aluminum panels reflect glare when hit by sunlight. It could somehow be specified as a parabolic mirror.
The amazing architectural piece, the stainless steel panel could stretch up to an unbelievable to forty nine miles.
The design of the Concert Hall actually predates the architect’s famous Guggenheim Museum in Balboa, Spain.
The building was launched in 1987. Lilian Disney donated fifty million dollars for the launch of the said project.
Frank Gehry, the architect of the Walt Disney Concert Hall, is probably the most famous American architect. He completed the design of the building in 1991. He designed the building on October 23, 2003. Yasushita Toyata designed the interior Acoustic of the building.
The exterior of the building looks like a pile of ships overlapping each other. From a far-away view, it is very attractive because of its aluminun roof panels. The interior design, is a siht to see.
The aluminum exterior of the panel could reflect heat to nearby condominiums and also, its aluminum panels reflect glare when hit by sunlight. It could somehow be specified as a parabolic mirror.
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