Saving the Future Drop by Drop

                The intricate and strangely unpredictable climate and weather has stunned our minds for millennia, yet up to now, we have still only scratched the surface of the shell that is hiding the knowledge to fully comprehend our atmosphere’s system. It distresses me though that this “scrape” that we acquired is not being put to the climax of its utility.

                We now know that our climate is fast shifting for the worse. Cataclysmic alterations to our environment are happening before our eyes, yet we act as if nothing is wrong. We act as if the existence of the human race is not currently in the line. Life is lived so completely to the top that we forget our tasks for the protection of the Mother Earth. We neglect our responsibilities. We forget to discipline ourselves of destroying the future.  

                In just a few centuries, the very air we breathe now would turn, from the ingredient that keeps us alive, to the deadly toxic that will keep killing our kind if we keep our bad ways. We will not be alive then, but we need to consider the forthcoming generations. Probably so, several will endure the products of the mistakes we are making today. Some will certainly survive, but how will their lives be? When you try to survive, you fight not to die; however, when you try to live, you fight to have a life.

                

My 2nd Quarter at Cagayan De Oro City

                The second quarter of the school year was an emotional rollercoaster. A lot of crappy stuff happened and I got fed up with too much I could handle and I hurled.

                When I went to Cagayan De Oro City for the YES Planning Conference, I had no idea what was in store for me. I had no idea I’d get bent. The National Federation of Supreme Student Government Officers election was held there, and we had no clue.

                I never expected the election to happen then and there. It caught me really off-guard, which led to a bit of my downfall. I was targeting the national presidency, but I guess God had other plans for me for I was the auditor. But I not being president was not the most intense thing that happened there, it was me breaking. I had a panic-attack and I did not know what was happening. It was inexplicable.

                The reason on why I broke is still a big mystery for me today. But my other friends in the CDO said it was probably because of the too-much pressure and stress that was laid upon my back. If you sleep at three in the morning and wake up at six for three consecutive days and on the fourth day you find out that you are about to elect the NFSSG Officers, which is a very huge thing, at 10 PM and they evaluate you until three in the morning and they announce the result at four you’d get stressed too, right? That, not including the feeling of self-doubt and if you really deserve to be there is enough to format your mind. As I said, no exact words can explain the feeling I felt.

                The experience definitely was one of the most intense I’ve had in a long time. But thanks to the life-changing experience, I learned a lot. “You should never get too serious. You should loosen up.  You need to remember that life is only a game that needs to be enjoyed. For if you don’t have fun along the way, what is the point of living in the first place?”

Upholding English Proficiency for Communicative Competence

                One of the things that separate humans from each other is miscommunication. So in order for our unity to be completely absolute, we need to make the way we communicate uniform. But the chances of that happening is very slim – near impossible. Still, we should not give up for it is, even with all odds, still possible.

                The first part of achieving a uniform communication for the humanity is choosing what medium of communication – language – we are going to use; and as of today, the most “one” language in existence is English.

                Have you ever wondered why you have to study the English language?

                It’s because of the above mentioned sentences. It is the most used language; and therefore, makes a great candidate as the medium of communication Homo sapiens might one day exclusively use; therefore, it also implies that we need to uphold our English proficiency to be communicatively competent.

Scientricity: Energizing Science Clubbers for Sustainable Energy

                Nowadays, it’s no longer s big surprise when a kid does something inexplicably huge. The youth of today are more capable than one may think. We, the youth, are now very capable in the modern world. We exemplify the phrase, “Nothing is impossible.”

                Energy conservation is one of today’s most debatable topics and the voices of the youth about this is ear piercing. We are not only expressing our thought sand ideas about the energy conservation, we are also moving to do the actual action. We produce things such as investigatory projects and some other more (need I say it) tedious stuff adults do. So it’s not just about the things oldies can do. It’s about what we can do too.

the voice of the youth is loud!!!

                

What makes a superhero?

                Have you ever noticed that the superheroes Batman and Ironman don’t actually have superpowers unlike superman? So, out of the notion, one question arises, “What are the bases of calling someone a superhero if not considering its superpowers?” In order to answer this question, let us take teachers as our main example.

                I know you’ve at least heard the phrase, “My Teacher, My Hero.” And probably more than less, you know what it tries to promote. It promotes the significance of teaches in or society and economy. And as literal as the phrase says so, it promotes teachers as heroes.

                So why do some see teachers as heroes? Well, it’s because of one main thing; without teachers, every profession known to man in the academic and curricular world is non-existent.

                You need not have superpowers to become a superhero. The significance of a person’s contribution to the latter is what defines one’s heroism.

                That answered the first question, right?

My Hero, Myself

          We all have that person we look up to who embodies our very own craving for our idealistic selves. That person we consider our idols, our saviours, and our heroes.

          Be it Barrack Obama or you, we all have our heroes. So it wouldn’t be a surprise if I shared who mine was, right? Try and guess who it is; is it my mom, dad or brother? – WRONG. My hero is Mak, my alter ego. He is confident, multi-talented and kind. He embodies the kind of person I want to be – a person who is well-rounded and well-known. Mak will one day be the President of our country, and he’ll probably be the best of his time yet. He is destined for a great many things and he doesn’t lay around waiting for all of them to happen, instead, he always goes out and makes sure that his destinies do happen. He believes that everyone is born with “it.” He says that everyone just doesn’t realize that they do have the “it” and that they only need to develop their “it.” According to him, the most important thing that will make him a success is his belief in his self, not others.

          Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy. Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. You're just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You've got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It's all down to you, mate.

---perspective out mate! J

Explaining this Year's Buwan ng Wika: Tatag ng Wikang Filipino, Lakas ng Pagka-pilipino

      When I found out that this year’s theme on the Buwan ng Wika was “Tatag ng Wikang Filipino, Lakas ng Pagka-pilipino,” I was like, “HUH???” At first, I had some trouble absorbing what the phrase meant, and after about 30 minutes of thinking about it, without any luck, I gave up on trying to analyse what thoughts it tried to portray.

       A few days went by and I had forgotten all about our Buwan ng Wika. I was coasting off of August in a breeze. Then I finally got bored and the question struck me again, “What had our theme this year meant?” So I began researching and I found out a lot.

     We all know that every country’s treasure is their language… more of that stuff… blah blah blah. But let’s try to translate the theme literally – The Strength of the Filipino Language, The Power of the Filipino Race; makes much more sense, right? I think that the phrase speaks for itself now, and let me remind you, this is a perspective short after all. So think for yourself.

---perspective out J