Sam’s Self Portrait on Social Media Poetry

Out of the shadows
Under the limelight
I have found my prime.
The swan in me unearthed
Beauty I found divine.

Almond eyes that speak
Of a thousand stories old
Entice all viewers wired
Into cybertubes they hold.

Defined not by many
A friend who like my posts
But glaring stares
Of all who cares
Appreciate me most.

I maybe flawed
At certain spots
Nevertheless
I filter not.

From where I am
I see the world
And all its anarchy.
From where I am
I paint the world
With love and all beauty.

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Star Wars and a Manic Monday

Captured part of video of Star Wars Episode 1 Phantom Menace opening crawl. Courtesy of http://www.starwars.com/video/star-wars-episode-i-the-phantom-menace-opening-crawl

Captured part of video of Star Wars Episode 1 Phantom Menace opening crawl. Courtesy of http://www.starwars.com/video/star-wars-episode-i-the-phantom-menace-opening-crawl

Delighted to have seen again the epic movie of George Lucas’ all-time masterpiece Star Wars [Episode I The Phantom Menace] on a gloomy government-heralded-no-classes-all-levels Monday aftie with my pretty little rosebuds and my Mom.  I wasn’t able to watch it in full this time though as I had emails to be read and pushed.  But the occasional glances at the tube [now a wide plasma flat screen, but which I still enjoy tagging as a ‘tube’ for classic sounding literature’s sake] would always lead me to truly memorable scenes.

For instance, I caught up with the young, innocent, and fearless [and cute] Anakin Skywalker pressing on buttons and ignorantly navigating the starfighter and destroying the battleship of the battle droids on his own while R2-D2 sits behind him.

And then at another glimpse, Queen Amidala fights away courageously with her soldiers to capture Nute Gunray. The young Queen Amidala presents her handmaiden as a decoy.

At another chance, the Sith Lord Darth Maul with his double-bladed lightsaber kills Qui-Gon Jinn, a legendary Jedi Master and liberator of Anakin Skywalker.

Among all those stolen glances, my favorite was the all-time universally loved character of Yoda, the Old Republic’s Grand Master of the Jedi Council talking to Obi-Wan Kenobi about training Anakin Skywalker as Qui-Gon’s dying wish.

Obi-Wan is the Padawan -or the Jedi Apprentice- of Qui-Gon.  He trains Anakin with his mastery of the ways of the Force as his own Padawan.

Excitedly, here is a transcription of an interesting dialogue between Yoda and Obi-Wan:

Yoda: Confer on you the level of Jedi Knight, the Council does. But agree with you taking the boy as your Paadawan learner, I do not.

Obi-Wan: Qui-Gon believed in him.

Yoda: The Chosen One the boy maybe, nevertheless grave danger I fear in his training.

Obi-Wan: Master Yoda, I gave Qui-Gon my word. I will train Anakin without the approval of the Council if I must.

Yoda: Qui-Gon’s defiance I sense in you, I beg you do not. Agree with you the Council does. Your apprentice Skywalker will be.

I so love this cute wide-eared Jedi Master whose species is still unknown! To me, he is a master of the English language that he has earned that authority to bastardize it by what may sound like syntax error.   An intelligent legendary creature indeed!

My fascination over the madness it drove my household does not end there. Surprisingly, even my Mom comments at every appearance of a character.  For instance, close to the end of this episode, Senator Palpatine appears in a dialogue with Obi-Wan, Anakin and Queen Amidala.  Out of nowhere, with fierce conviction and a certain peevishness, my Mom remarks,

“He’s so plastic!  He’s a traitor!” [Translated from the vernacular, plastic connotes to a two-faced character.]

This film is a classic, needless to say.  Every time I get to watch this -and yes, I think I have watched this twice in every decade of my life, Mr. Lucas- the scenes seem to always look new to me and that sometimes I still couldn’t predict what would happen next.  The genuine concept of the theme, script, character, and era outdoes modern technological visual graphics of sci-fi slash fantastically themed movies of the new millennium. Wish there were more movies nowadays that could drive some critical minds to work, inspire creative imaginations, and share values that shape better character in each of us, young and old. I must say that, Out the best of my childhood always, it brings.  As the Star Wars cliche says,

May the Force be with you.

 

Hey, hey, hey, Beautiful Sunday!

Home with my pretty little rosebuds. Hooked on cable. Grey skies and a cold rainy outdoor. Had my Dad been alive still, Daniel Boone’s 1970’s hit Beautiful Sunday would be surrounding the house in strategically installed boom boxes.  And then I get a lighthouse sketched on a black cardboard in shimmering silver and gold. The simplest thoughtful gesture makes me feel loved back. It’s a Mumay weekend.

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A Pretty Lil’ Rosebud Takes the #IceBucketChallenge

My daughter, Sam was nominated to participate in the ALS Awareness Fund Raising by taking the Ice Bucket Challenge. To do this, she collected rainwater in a bucket that she added ice to and poured it at the garden so that the plants can use the water back too.

What is ALS anyway?
ALS stands for Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. It is often referred to as “Lou Gehrig’s Disease,”. It means that the neurons in the brains that travels to the different parts of the body, specifically the muscles, lose the impulses or signals that they are supposed to send to make the muscles work. Without the “nourishment” to the muscles, the muscles waste away, grow thinner and causes stiffening in the affected area.

What is affected by the ALS?
Specifically the motor neurons or the nerves that control your voluntary movement or those that you have conscious control of. When you pick up the phone or when you walk, these are illustrations of voluntary movement. When one is affected by ALS, your muscles are flaccid to say the least and you just can’t walk, raise your hand, move your head.. but your heart beats and you can breathe… but sometimes, maybe it can occur that breathing can stop too because we can hold our breathe sometimes.

Paralysis is the eventual end of a patient until ALS finds the motor neurons in the respiratory organs to halt breathing. Not all cases of patients with ALS experience the same symptoms. Muscle weakness is the universal reported early signs for most of the cases. Later on, since the disease affects voluntary muscles, then activities of daily living will slowly be impaired.

What is the cure for ALS?
According to the ALS Association, there is no cure or treatment that promises to stop or reverse ALS. While there may be a drug that slows down the degenerative regression, that’s all it does, but the paralyzing condition is still there. Patients with ALS have an average of about three to five years to live from the time they are diagnosed.

What is the Ice Bucket Challenge?
The Ice Bucket Challenge is a fund raising movement for to help raise awareness for the disease and fund the on going research to find a cure. [The ALS Association accepts these donations, click here for more information].

How is the Ice Bucket Challenge done?
First, you have to be nominated for it. Next, if you accept the challenge, document the acceptance and nominate three more people to accept the challenge. Then, get dumped in icy cool water. But of course, don’t forget to donate $100 to alsa.org. If you can’t afford the $100 then any amount will do. Then upload your documentation linking the event to alsa.org and using this logo on your documentation.

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My daughter took the ice bucket challenge to help raise awareness about this disease and to give hope to people inflicted with it. Let’s help strike out ALS.

#IceBucketChallenge #StrikeOutALS

Ay Ken Rid, Ken Yu?

Credits to Sam G.

Credits to Sam G.

Reading is a wonderful habit for most people. Though not all of us enjoy reading pocketbooks, newspapers, or even magazines, point is, most people CAN read. Did it ever cross your mind how you first learned to read?

I have a seven-year-old student who has just began learning to read. Summer of this year, a different tutor met him thrice a week teaching him the basics of reading. When the teacher asked the boy to repeat what she says, he forced himself to articulate a couple of times and then after several examples he would break into tears whining that the exercise was very difficult for him and that he was never taught anything like that before. This behavior became the tutor’s challenge. So this prompted me to ask several significant questions both to the tutor and the boy’s guardians: How was mentoring conducted? How was his learning behavior in the past? Has he ever attended formal schooling?

SQUARE ONE  I deemed that answers to my queries are vital for mainly two reasons. First, I would discover how to build a conducive learning environment for the kid. And second, it would redirect efforts into reaching the goal of making the kid learn to read. Sounds simple? I thought so too. But not when you deal with another person’s -and not just any person, but a kid’s- mood.

I thank God [swt] for my loving Mom for because of her I earned this bragging right: I learned how to read at two years old. And up to this very day I have not yet met anyone who has beaten my record. So I’ve been reading this long. Big deal? My point is that anyone can be taught to read at any point of their lives. Besides, even the Prophet Mohammed [SAWS] learned to read by the Grace of Allah [SWT] when he -peace be upon him- was bestowed his prophet-hood at age 40.

DRIVE AT IT  I perfectly understand that reading isn’t a piece of cake. By virtue of the age when I first learned to read, I wouldn’t remember exactly how I did. But believe me, when I conduct a single thirty-minute session with this boy, I could just imagine what patience and optimism my Mom must have had on me when I was learning to read. And so, I go down to the basics. I sought for the book that enhanced my reading skills in preschool “READING WITH PHONICS”. And as with any other skill, I started teaching the kid from square one: PHONETICS.

Most people think that learning the alphabet will help you read. N-O. No. Try singing the alphabet song. You must realize that you are just identifying the letters. You don’t read the word “WORD” by naming its letters the way you read them in the alphabet song. You don’t go “double u, oh, are, dee.” to mean WORD. But you read the word by its letters’ sounds. That’s what phonetics is all about: the sound created by the letter.

BUILD INTEREST  So I toiled.  Starting with vowels. I had to teach him how to create the sound of each.  I taught him how to open the mouth, the shape of the lips, and the sound it creates.  For starters with every session, we start with the different sounds of all vowels: /ah/, /eh/, /ee/, /oh/, /uh/.  That’s for English.  For Filipino it was /ah/, /eh/, /ee/, /oh/, /oo/.  This is the main exercise before we focus on a certain vowel sound.  To help formalize education, I prepared exercises that  asked him to identify from among pictures I drew which of those began with the particular vowel sound.

Identify pictures that begins with the /k/ sound.

Identify pictures that begins with the /k/ sound.

INSTILL DISCIPLINE  Aside from the methodology, I have to keep in mind the kid’s background.  According to his caretakers in the province, he was sent to grade 1 when he was turning 6.  According to the school where he had moved to in the city, he has not reached that level yet. Hence, he had more exposure to play school than actual academics.  Knowing that, I am looking at an attention span for formal education sessions to be shorter than usual.  Ask him to do household chores and he would be able to carry them out with ample explanation of the instructions.  Apparently, accuracy on carrying out directions needed some push.   So I had to be firm and strict with directives. The authoritative aura left him the impression of swift compliance and obedience that I want nothing left to chance.  That part was pretty effective because I drove a sense of urgency to listen and follow after what was taught.

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT  With my mandate plus new and more colorful exercises I crafted that he can work on anytime, I was up for a nice surprise.  A day during his recent confinement at the hospital, he suddenly read to me the words embossed on the foot board of the other patients’ hospital beds.  He read it spontaneously and confidently.  For the first time he read syllables correctly without hesitation. The confidence he exuded signalled a great improvement.

WORK IN PROGRESS  The challenges he showed in Summer has overtaken the bar after 3 months of periodic checking.  He has mastered vowel sounds and some consonant sounds like /b/, /k/, /d/, /m/, /n/ to name a few.  What we aimed to master first was the Filipino alphabet phonetics since this is the language he was raised in and that this is the medium used predominantly in school. Continuous homemade drills provide him comfortable evaluation about his reading skills.  Did I mention that I also read to him stories in Filipino and in English pointing at words as I read through them?  This drill exemplifies the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  This becomes his motivation that if he will be able to read then he can enjoy reading stories about his favorite cartoon and anime characters. Another driving motivation is that if he will be able to read better and faster, his comprehension skills will greatly improve and he will understand instructions on quizzes and tests at school and that will give him the edge over his classmates.  More knowledge, more power, less bully-prone you are because everyone else will respect you.

Reading is not just a student’s homework.  Even us grownups, we must practice reading everyday be it newspapers, paperbacks, magazines, e-books, what have you.  Reading broadens vocabulary, improves communication skills, and keeps us in the loop especially with this techie-generation. #stayingyoung  [Read as hashtag staying young].  See what I mean?

 

Dadz’s Last Princess

309930_2689340647456_1757170303_nDadz would have been the most jittery yet the most excited person today for the last of his Marias will take the UPCAT. Our Math Wizard and one of Dadz’s most precious Math students. Like what I have always told you since you were kids, HAVE FUN ya habibi! Qul, Rabb Idni Zilmi.
WHY SO SERIOUS!! ROCK N ROLL!

She Is Samantha To Me

Candies n’ gummies
And sugar are sweet
Quite anything that she
Can sink in her teeth
Cookies ‘n cupcakes
And custard ‘n berry
Cherry on top
Of frosting is merry;
Ain’t at all odd if she’s
Tough as hard candy
On a fruitcake she is your
Old premium brandy.
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Pretty Lil Rosebud Sam

Test-taking had always been a jittery experience. It’s like a make or break thing that brings you to the end of the world. Well, that reaction is quite normal for those taking the University of the Philippines College Admission Test (UPCAT).

Being the premiere state university, getting admitted to it makes one a “who’s who” in Philippine society. To be counted in as among the prestigious cream of the crop, the UPCAT is the most dreaded turning point in one’s life.

But you have to understand, courage begins not just during the actual test day but at the moment you decide to apply for the test.  My love, I have to congratulate you at this point for even deciding to take the UPCAT.  Not every senior high school student dares to take this test.  Some of them just don’t feel that they fit in to the culture of this university.  Others find it too overwhelming to be counted as a failure should they not make it.  While you, unlike the rest and without me prodding, took the challenge of trying it out.

Let’s backtrack a bit.  When you and I were sharing thoughts on how you want your life to be 10 years after high school, you and I explored your dreams.  Those dreams are all wonderful.  They bring out the best in you.  And I promised to stand by you to help make those dreams come true.  So we scouted for colleges and universities that offer the best opportunities that will build a strong foundation to help make your dreams a reality.  And the University of the Philippines is the first among your choices.

I hope this helps remove the pressure that is stereotypical of this test.  Remember how I always inspired you on every first day of school when you were little?  I told you to have fun learning new things in school.  I never told you to “study hard”, “make the grade”, and all those crap.  I wanted you to enjoy what you do because you will find joy in learning when you put your heart into it.   And I guess that’s why you graduated with high recognition in elementary.  And now in high school, you are the best contender among your school’s achievers.

You are intelligent.  You are talented.  You are gifted.  You are beautiful.  You are so loved by so many people.  You have always been the best to us.  So, what are we waiting for?  We got your back!  Let’s rock and roll!

Good Luck My Pretty Lil Rosebud!

One. True. Love.

Call me a hopeless romantic.  That should be acceptable.  Rather than a martyr.  I am so much alive still.  Even as I would die for the one I love.  I have chosen to live.  To live in love.

In this life, you will meet someone who will spell the difference.  Someone who will make you do things you don’t usually do.  Someone who will find it cool while you think you came up with the weirdest idea.   Someone who will push you against your limits.  Someone who will hang on with you when your best was not enough.  Someone who will surprise you with little gestures.  Someone who will say things to you and make you smile the whole day whenever it pops up in your mind like a last song syndrome.

In the same way, it will be the same person who will drive you crazy everyday. It’s the same person who you want to be with even if you can’t.  It’s the same person who you would do everything and anything even without being reciprocated.  It’s the same person who you want to wake up with for every tomorrow.  It’s the same person who you will forever be never ready to let go, even when you really have to.  It’s the same person who you would go against all odds for even if you have no clear reasons.  It’s the same person whose lies and alibis you will overhear.  It’s the same person whom you will cry an ocean of tears for and maybe no one will ever know why.

You would do all that for this person.  Even when in the end, that person never chooses to love you in the same way that you do.

This is true love.

And there will never be another.  In your heart, lots of different people may fill it in.  But the love for this one particular person will never perish.

You grow in that love.  Unrequited.  Unspoken.  Unfathomable.  Unending.

You may find a better person.  But there is this love, one love, that doesn’t change.

There will only be one.