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The Media Checklist

Hola! In today’s generation, most information is obtained from various types of media. The word media is a plural form of the Latin word ‘medium’ meaning ‘middle ground or intermediate’. Its usage as a word to describe newspapers, radio, and other sources of information likely derives from the term ‘mass media’ which was a technical term used in the advertising industry from the 1920’s and so on according to Google. The first type of media is the Print Media, consisting of  paper and ink and reproduced in a printing process that is traditionally mechanical. Next we have Broadcast Media such as radio and television that reach target audiences using airwaves as the transmission medium. And lastly, we have New or Digital Media content that are organized and distributed on digital platforms. Now that we know the definitions of the following, we can now discuss their significance and how these media are interrelated and how their existence has helped in the acquisition of information.

These media play a huge role in delivering news and information with a wide range of audiences from every part of the world. Print media was by far the oldest out of the three, followed by Broadcast Media and then New Media. These three are considered interrelated through their main purpose and that is to deliver messages and information through the audience. The existence of the following media has helped in the acquisition of information through various ways depending on the time they were released. Print, and Broadcast Media catered the audience by serving news throughout the years, and now with the New Media, the access to news and information has been easier by only a click away. And that is for today, Adios! 

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Embracing the rise of New Media

Mabuhay! In today’s world, technological advancement made such a great impact in our everyday lives, especially on how we interact and communicate with people around the world to express feelings and emotions, read news, and share information. With these advancements, we come face to face to the modern type of media that we use today and that is New Media. It is the type of media that are computational and rely on computers for redistribution. Some examples of New Media are computer animations, computer games, human computer interfaces, interactive computer installations, websites, and virtual reality.  It also represents digital platforms that are equal to magazines, newspapers, radio, and television and is consumed on cell phones, laptops, desktops and tablets and they often contain the same information as the traditional media, although it may be delivered in a different style. 

Later on, New Media was eventually replaced by print and broadcast media. If we focus on the brighter side, I believe that New Media would be a great help in providing accessible news, information, and other content since the number of new media users grows every second of the day. I could also imagine the positive outcomes through this type of media in delivering information and processes in real time, wherein news could be flashed on live streams for better understanding of what is currently going on in the world. And lastly, I think the interaction of all these types of media lie in the hands of time where along the way, as the time goes by, new inventions are to be discovered and be offered to people in the most easy way possible. Given these, I strongly believe all the forms and types of media could collaborate in giving people accurate information through various sources as it is the main purpose of it. 

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Understanding the Relevance of Information Literacy in the Midst of Social Era

Welcome to the Social Era! Social era is about connecting things, people, and ideas. It’s networks of connected people with shared interests and goals create ways that can produce returns for any. While Information literacy is a life skill and there are reasons why. This doesn’t only help us in learning new information but helps us develop critical thinking skills. If we combine information literacy with the social era, it would give us communication or interactions with one another as a result. According to Nilofer Merchant, “social era starts by individuals gathered around an idea through social mechanisms such as trust, authenticity and purpose.” The advantage of social era today is the firm accessibility to the media in sharing works, but that “social” is not always followed by “media” as in social media. Social media is a tool that in many respects is driving a new way.

Information Literacy is the capability of an individual to find, create, evaluate and use its information into various formats in situations such as problem solving, decision making or acquisition of knowledge in the midst of the social era as knowledgeable citizens. The relevance of this to the social era is to help people become a discerning individual in performing this as the foundation for lifelong learning where they can develop and execute wide range skills, evaluate relevance, quality and credibility of sources and access or use information ethically or legally in this social centered era.

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The Value of Being a Media and Information Literate Individual

From Middle English valew, “value”, from Old French that means something is held to deserve or give importance to. As a learner in this generation, there are still more things I have yet to learn, understand, and discover. Specifically, the media and its information. Media is a plural form of the Latin word 'medium' meaning 'middle ground or intermediate', for others it is the main means of mass communication. Recently, the whole word practically revolves around it with the enhancement of modern technology. Through the combination of media and technology, people from all over the world have been dependent on these platforms in their daily lives. From reading news reports, collecting information, to interaction with one another and many more, we cannot deny that it has been part of our lives today and for the later days to come, and it greatly affects not just us but our work, relationships, and behavior.

                                    The word literate is popularly understood as an ability to read, write, and use numeracy in at least one method of writing or an understanding reflected by mainstream dictionary and handbook definitions.  To be a media and information literate individual isn’t only an honor but also a responsibility. A person shall keep in mind the proper use of media and be able to recognize the differences between legitimate news and information online especially at this time where we are currently adjusting to the challenges of the new normal due to the coronavirus pandemic. By applying the characteristics of a media and information literate individual, we can minimize the numbers of fabricated information that’s the reason behind major  misunderstandings, we can also spread awareness to everyone to be cautious of the news being spread.

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In case someone asked for a sign: Your mind was not put on the top for you to ignore while you listen to the beat of your desires.

crdts to the owner of the photo.

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BEWITCHING YNGRID (Short Story)

It was Sunday morning. The sun is shining bright and the breeze blowing from west of Village Tazmania is making the branches and leaves of the old trees in the forest dance.

It was a typical weather but it wasn't a typical Sunday morning for the Tazmanians. Today is the day where the people commemorate an event called The memorial.

Everyone within the village would come to the forest to witness the rituals and prayers done by the Chief for the souls that was taken by the cursed gate.

"Hurry up!"

Yngrid rolled her eyes at her mother's remark. She has been attending this event for her 19 years of existence and she's convinced that no matter what happens, even if she's pulled towards the gate, the memorial, is still a waste of time.

She believed that the people that the cursed gate took wasn't dead at all. Private officials in their village worked overtime and conducted a very thorough investigation due to the number of people missing, though every investigation directed all to one suspect, the cursed gate, no bodies were found.

Yngrid can read minds, as it was the special power that the Tazmanians possessed. But it was no use. Everyone believed that if you were chosen by the cursed gate, your time is up.

"All kneel..." the Chief said.

Everyone followed except Yngrid.

She kept a distance within the Tazmanian crowd who are now kneeling in front of the memorial plaque. The Chief started to murmur prayers she'd never understand no matter how hard she tried to.

Lies. She said in her mind.

Just then the memorial plaque started glowing in a shade of deep red. The cursed gates opened slowly and was followed with a blinding light. Everyone let out a gasp as it was a bad sign.

Yngrid's jaw dropped. What now? Did I anger the cursed gate with my thoughts? Is someone gonna die just to prove me wrong? She screamed in her head.

Just when she was about to take a step, her eyes widened when she saw her mother going near the gate. She didn't bother to take another step, instead she ran.

She might not always show affection towards her mother but she couldn't live without her. That's one thing she's sure of.

"Mother!"  Yngrid yelled as she was about to close the gap between her and the gate.

She was about to pull her mother away from the cursed gate when she saw that her mother was the one controlling it. A black smoke was coming out of her mother’s bare hands.

Emotions dwelled within her heart. Rage, disapointment, she couldn't name it all. But at least she proved that all the stories circulating within the village we're all fabricated.

"Explain it to me." Yngrid demanded to her mother after the event.

"I will. At home. I promise."

"No."

"Yngrid..." her mother pleaded.

She looked at her in the eye, entering the mind of her mother to read her thoughts to give answers to her questions but she couldn't get in.

"Stop trying to read my mind."

She heard enough excuses. Mind in a haywire she walked away from the forest. Not in the direction of their house, not in the direction of the cursed gate. She doesn't know where she's going but she's determined to stay away from her mom, for now.

If there's one thing she dislikes the most it would be liars. She's a firm believer of the saying 'it is better to hurt people with the truth than comfort them with lies'. So if no one's gonna tell her what's going on, she'll tell herself.

Monday morning came and the sun is still shinning, the breeze is cold and strong, the usual weather in Village Tazmania.

Yngrid decided to spend the night in the house of her childhood friend, Jiro. They watched movies, ate popcorn, laughed at each other's funny stories that made Yngrid forget about what happened.

"Yngrid!" her mom's voice echoed when she reached their house.

She rolled her eyes yet again. Is she really worried or was this concern a lie as well? She thought.

"I am truly concerned! You are my daughter!" her mother exclaimed.

Yngrid immediately formed a cloud on her mind to block her mother from reading her thoughts. She felt violated. She always felt.

"Are you not gonna talk to me?"

She didn't answer her mother. If you're not gonna tell me the truth, we're not talking.

Yngrid felt horrible. With all the thoughts lingering in her mind that was dominated by negative thoughts, she ignored her surroundings.

She unknowingly grabbed a mug and a brewed coffee. Why am I seeing all these? Why do we have this ability? Am I really human?

"Sit down. I'll tell you everything." her mother gave up.

Yngrid hesistated. Sure. Her mother's now willing to tell her everything, but that does not guarantee that whatever she's going to say is true. Is she willing to take the risk? Of course. I could easily tell if she's lying to me anyways. She thought.

Her mother, Oona, gestured to the dining chair in front of her. Yngrid followed without muttering a single word. Both of them wanted answers. Her mother wanted to know if her daughter's gonna believe her, and Yngrid followed without muttering a single word. Both of them wanted answers. Her mother wanted to know if her daughter's gonna believe her, and Yngrid wanted to know the truth.

"First of, we are humans," her mother started. "But we have a special ability that most humans do not have. We are special. And in order to protect us from people who wanted to take advantage of our powers, the Chief ordered for us to stay within the forest.  In our village."

Yngrid multi tasked. She was listening and observing at the same time. But as what she noticed, there are no errors yet. Everything that her mother just said is possible so it might be true.

"But staying here isn't free. We must protect the forest from harm with all our might. That is the deal," "Though the disapperances of our people and the cursed gate... those we're not lies. So I hope you trust me by then, I will not do anything that can harm you. Its only the two of us now..." she offered her hand

Yngrid accepted her mother's hand. For a moment she actually felt safe despite all the weird things she's not yet used to see. Her mother, Oona, was right. Its only the two of them now.

"Good morning!"

Calla, Yngrid's bestfriend, peeked from the living room wearing her usual cheeky smile. Yngrid greeted her back and returned the warm smile before finishing her coffee.

"Good morning. Breakfast?" Oona offered.

Calla shook her head. "I just had breakfast. Thank you, ma'am," she then looked at Yngrid. "Let's go for a stroll?"

Yngrid looked at her mother for approval. Her mother replied with a smile that was equivalent to a yes. So she didn't waste her time and went upstairs to change.

It was said that the Chief required all women to wear dresses, they may have an occasion or not so it wasn't that much of a big deal towards the ladies. But wearing any red colored clothing is strictly prohibited since it was believed in the village that the color red attracts bad luck.

Yngrid changed in to a plain white ruffle sleeve dress and a white flats. Her brown hair done in natural low curls.

"I was wondering if I can sell these metal pins I've collected during the memorial... I hope they cost a fortune." Calla said as she was showing the pins to Yngrid.

They are on their way to the market. The Village Tazmania was huge but in order to get through every places within it, a person shall pass the forest where the cursed gate is located.

As they were about to pass, a bolt of blinding light flickered. Both women covered their eyes due to the blinding light. But Calla's screams started to zone out and Yngrid knew theres something wrong.

She opened her eyes and saw that Calla was being pulled towards the cursed gate with an invisible force. She was about to chase her but it was to late as her friend was swallowed whole by the light.

The light disappeared and everything went back to normal except Yngrid. She was scared... for once.

So it is real... She thought, as nervousness started eating her up. She has two options in the moment. First, to go near the gate, follow Calla, and face what's within there, or to ask help from the Chief.

She knew the better choice was the latter. Going after her friend wasn't a good idea for it will result to another disappearances. How will she save her friend, if she doesn't know what to do if she's in there? More so, will she able to win the fight if something really in there? Will she able to get out or will she be one of the people who went missing?

Yngrid knew better. She immediately called the attention of the Chief through her mother and before everyone knew it, a memorial was held.

She felt horrible. Yngrid disliked attending this event since time immemorial but she is now to pray for the soul of her lost friend Calla.

Her mother, Oona, looked at her worriedly. She knew. She knew that this disapperance will push Yngrid to find answers and seek what's with the curse so she must stop her daughter from getting herself killed.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" her mother asked worriedly.

Yngrid couldn't even speak. She was shocked, to put it lightly. But what she feels is more than that. She was afraid.

It was past twelve midnight and Yngrid was just there, lying in her bed, eyes wide open. She shifted to the right side of her bed and saw a picture of herself together with Calla, there were actually three of them.

And without thinking twice, she knew it was a sign. She's going after her friend.

Yngrid tiptoed her way downstairs in order to keep her mother from waking up because she knew her mother would disagree with her decision, aside from that, it was last thing she wants her mother to know. Her mother would consider this heroic act a suicide.

She held the doorknob, gently twisted it but the door wasn't budging. She tried doing the same exact thing for a few minutes but nothing happened. Mother must've locked the door from outside.

She thought.

If the front door was locked, then the back door must be as well. I have nowhere to get out. The window from my bedroom is my only choice.

She then climbed back to her bedroom, tying a thick blanket on his bed, and the other end on her waist, Yngrid took the window and landed on the ground with a low thud. She stayed still for a moment, waiting to see if her mother had notice but she didn't so Yngrid followed the way to the cursed gate.

When she arrived, she was trembling with fear. All she can recall were the stories from the elders saying, "whoever dares to come near the cursed gate, will become a hideous monster and cannot return to the village... forever" but thoughts of Calla asking for help started appearing from her thoughts.

She took a step towards the cursed gate. Little by little she is starting to get real close to it. For the first time seeing the cursed gate this close, she noticed that there were words carved on top of the gate but she refused to utter those, she don't want to get herself hurt, she must find Calla first.

"Shit." Yngrid muttered.

Just then she heard the sound of unlocking followed by the opening of its gates, like what happened earlier, a blinding light followed. She took another step towards it, until the light was able to reach her. Then it drag her to God knows where.

Yngrid landed on her knees with her eyes shut. She was still shaking and she didn't want to open her eyes, thinking she did turn into a hideous beast. She stayed still for a moment until she heard a loud beep.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes and was greeted yet again by another blinding light, but this time, it was bearable.

Gently she managed to pull herself together and presented herself to the man infront of her. Behind him is a black machine with four wheels, and two lights that seemed to form like its eyes, a rectangular shaped metal that look like its mouth!

"Is that a monster?!" Yngrid exclaimed.

The man was confused. "A monster?" he looked at behind him and pointed to the black machine. "This is my car. Is it your first time seeing this?"

The man glanced at Yngrid and noticed that she doesn't look like she belongs to the place. Her dress doesn't match with his expensive watch and branded black suit and slacks.

"Where am-m... I?" she stuttered, covering half of her mouth in fear.

She looked over to the left side of the road and saw a glass built shop so she closed the small distance between them to look at her reflection.

Upon seeing that she still has both eyes, complete set of teeth, arms, legs, and she didn't look like one of the monsters she imagined, she heaved a sigh of relief. Liars. She silently cursed the elders who once told her those stories.

"Miss...?" the man called.

"I'm looking for a girl named Calla. She's two inch shorter than me, brown haired, and she's very fair, she's wearing--"

"There are a lot of ladies like that here in New York. If you want I can take you to the cops. You look like you're lost."

Her forehead creased. "New... York?"

Before the man could answer, someone from behind held her wrist and yanked her away from the busy streets. The person holding her is wearing a red cloak and is walking so fast so she couldn't catch up and take a look at its face.

"Let go of me!" Yngrid continued to pull her arm from the grasp of the stranger.

But it only caused her more fear when the stranger pulled her into a one dark alley that was dumped with garbage and left overs.

The stranger stopped walking and turned around to face her. Yngrid stopped breathing for a moment, that machine wasn't a monster so it must be this person! I can't die yet!

"C-Calla?" Yngrid muttered when she saw who it was. Calla closed the gap to give her friend a very tight hug which Yngrid returned.

"You know what? You're actually right! The stories we're all lies. And all the people who got lost weren't really dead. They get transported here."

Yngrid's brows met at her friend's statement. Still dizzy from what happened earlier, she tried to squint her eyes and tried to process the information but to no avail, it seems like her brain is malfunctioning.

If it’s true that they're not dead, where are they now? Why didn't they return to the village? Most importantly, what's this place?

"Transported?" Yngrid asked.

Calla only shrugged. "I'm not the one that should be telling you this."

"Then who?"

"It’s the detective."

Yngrid got more confused. What the freak is a detective? Is that a thing? She squinted yet again as her headache started getting worse.

Calla noticed the discomfort on Yngrid's face, realizing that she's having a headache just like her when she arrived at the same place.

"Come with me. She can answer all your questions, I promise." Calla showed her small finger.

She held Yngrid's arm, put back the cloak on to cover her face and headed towards the old abandoned road, a bit far from the main road of the city center.

Yngrid slowly recovering from her throbbing head, took a glance on Calla as she walk fast infront of her, gripping her wrist and pulling her to God knows who.

"Why are you wearing a cloak?" Yngrid managed to ask.

She waited for an answer but Calla remained silent throughout the journey. When they reached the end of the road, there stood a modern designed house with a white and blue furnishing, there is a space at the right side of the house and a monster called 'car' on idle.

Calla opened the gates in a haste, she didn't even bother to knock as she directly opened the front door of the house.

Unlike the houses back in the village where the houses were furnished in dark and gloomy colors. The colors of the house furnishing inside were light, the furnitures were covered in a shade of light black but it contemplated the whole place.

"Detective?" Calla called.

From the kitchen, a silhouette of a woman appeared. As she stepped into the light, Yngrid managed to study her facial features.

Dress in a slightly loose red slacks, and a white shoulder length puffy dress, holding a newspaper, the 'Detective' looked quite intimidating, especially with the specs she's wearing.

"She's here!" Calla exclaimed.

Yngrid yet again looked confused. She's here? Were they waiting for me? Do they know I'm coming? What's going on?

"You look so confused, dear. I'm sure you have a lot of questions in your mind?" the woman's voice was soft but scary.

"I-I do have several questions..." Yngrid answered politely.

"Very well..." the woman motioned to Yngrid to go and follow her.

Yngrid hesistated. For the past minutes, a lot of crazy things have been happening and that's all because of that goddamn cursed gate. I cannot trust anybody, I don't even know where I am! I might die if I let my guards down! She thought.

She looked over to Calla to ask help but Calla nodded and motioned to actually follow the woman!

Yngrid had no choice.

The woman led her to the basement where everything is almost non visible, it was so dark that Yngrid could hurt herself because she cannot see anything.

The woman noticed her trembling hands so she turned to the switch for the lights. Yngrid felt relieved. At least if there was something waiting for her at the end of the staircase, she'll see it.

Amidst the negative thoughts, there were no monsters on the basement but there were a lot of papers and a bulletin board that has a red yarn connecting the pictures of people to a one certain place.

"Missing?" Yngrid muttered.

She took a look at the pictures of the people with a "MISSING" quote on top and realized that it was the villagers that was left in Village Tazmania!

She felt shivers ran down her spine when she saw the recent pictures that were posted. It was Calla's... and hers?

"Correct. That's you." the woman said.

Yngrid turned to her as a response. She couldn't say anything but at least her tears were enough to show what she's feeling.

"I'm Detective Marta Chu. I have been investigating about the suspicious disappearance of people for 15 years now."

"How is this me?" Yngrid asked looking at the picture of a four year old little girl.

The woman took a pile of papers from the desk and placed it infront of Yngrid. "You and your parents were in a cruise ship fifteen years ago, during the trip, the cruise ship came across a strong storm that wiped the cruise ship apart. Luckily, your parents survived, they were rescued by the coast guards, but you..."

Yngrid waited for the woman to finish her statement. She's yet again being told a story and she already promised herself that she won't be getting fooled over false stories but it just feels too real for her. For the first time in her nineteen years of existence, this story felt true.

You were not there. The coast guards ask for the cooperation of the high ranking officials and police officers just like what your parents instructed. They were eager to find you," she started. "The search lasted for two years. I thought they won’t get tired of looking for you since you were the unica hija..."

Yngrid sniffed. "Am I dead?"

"That's what we thought. But then this," she used a red marker to encircle a place named, 'Bermuda Triangle.' "This place was rumored to be a black whole or a dimension due to the disappearances over the years. The cruise ship rerouted and sailed the wrong way due to the storm."

"As mentioned by survivors, just like her," she pointed to Calla. "You were trapped in a village in the middle of the forest which can be found under the deep deep sea of the Bermuda Triangle. If you believe to have seen people who uses powers, or magical stuff then there's only one thing that I'm sure of."

The woman came closer. "What's your name?"

"Y-Yngrid..." She sniffed again.

   "Yngrid.... You're bewitched."

  I blinked a few times and stretched my arms. I pushed my glasses up by my index finger as I continued to stare at the monitor of my computer.

Word count: 3,660 words.

"Hey, Yna! I heard you just finished writing the draft of your short story. You need to proofread and post it asap because it’s due tomorrow.." my classmate, Jessica said.

"Uh yes..." I replied.

"So what's the title? Can I sneak a peek?"

I nodded as she moved closer to my chair. I have been trying to come up with a good short story for a specialized subject in my strand, and I hope that my teacher is satisfied about my work!

I smiled as I typed in the title of my short story before pressing post.

 TITLE: BEWITCHING YNGRID.

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Who is she?

This is Julianne Andrea. She's an introvert and she doesn't have many friends. The first thing that would strike you first when you look at her is her eyes. Looking at it would make you shrink as if she's tearing you in pieces. It doesn't look expressive but yet scary. The way it moves from an object to yours will make you shiver. She rarely smiles, as she thinks showing happiness or being happy has consequences. This is a story about reminiscing. Saying goodbye to her old self and saying hello to the new one. She changed. At first it was unnoticable but as time passed by it all started to show, for her, she started to notice. It started on small things and Julianne wasn't bothered not until she started losing interest on the things she's supposed to love doing. Lucky it was me who noticed. Julianne thought, as for making others notice the drastic changed in her likes, hobbies, talents, and dislikes. Before she's happy with material and expensive things, she's happy being able to keep up with the daily fashion and jewelry trends. Now her joy is seeing others feel joy. Her happiness is seeing others know happiness. She can literally live serving others. Who is Julianne Andrea? She's the eldest in the family. She's a bookworm. And she loves sunset. She's hurt a lot of times but would thought herself that being hurt is just part of living to console her spirit. She wanted to end it all, to take all the pain away, once. But realizing that she is not in the position to take away her one life, neverthless, she persisted. She changed. She was determined not to think about harming herself because she herself is the only person that she's got. It was a cloudy and windy day, she woke up late and everyone already had their breakfast. Everyone we're outside their houses, either grilling or preparing for tonight's grand dinner as Christmas Eve is only few hours away. Julianne went out and the cold wind blew her hair, looking out to the sky, she noticed that dark clouds were fading, the sun is barely showing but enough to shed some light to the newly washed clothes that was hanged. Neighbors called her and greeted hello. Julianne smiled and raised her hand to wave back. It was one of those times where she can feel the Christmas breeze way back when she was young. She smiled. It really is the most wonderful time of the year.

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I have been an option. For the past years of being unappreciated I've gotten used to the feeling of being the least favorite. Everyone can literally go through what they're doing with or without knowing that I exist. I have been an option but I never complained nor asked why. Maybe because I know I'm not that worthy to be the priority, or I should be thankful that at least I belong to one of the choices. We all have different ways on how to be contented with the things given to us. And this is how I do mine. Acceptance. I've learned to accept that I should be contented on the things that were given to me because that is what I deserve even though sometimes I would question it. Some people learn how to practice acceptance through their own ways but I learned it the hard way. Life hasn't been fair on giving me the exact amount of fortunate events. Though this year, I will no longer settle for anything less than I deserve. I waited. I suffered. The pain I've gathered through the years was enough to celebrate years filled with joy. Claim it! Say this to yourself! From now on, I will choose MYSELF and all the things that would make ME the best version of myself! No more heartaches, no more negativity, no more tears left to cry.

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"Paired" ♋

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Anak

The characters from the story anak shows the true definition of a filipino family. The mother gives off a loving and caring characteristic for working abroad despite the loneliness just so she could provide for her family that’s left in the Philippines.

The plot development of the play shows us that misunderstanding can make a huge gap in our own circle or in our family but by proper and throrough communication it can help us overcome big or small misunderstandings.

Lastly, the value of the play is acceptance. In order for oneself to truly let go of the hatred, in order to truly reconcile, acceptance is the key. Everyone has shortcomings and as a member of the family, we’re not here to point it out but to accept it. And that’s what family is.

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Dead Stars

Feminist

Alfredo despite of being engaged to Esperanza was immediately attracted to Julia upon seeing her.  After some time he then realized that his feelings for Julia wasn’t really love so he went back to Esperanza.  In this part women are being treated like an option because it was so easy for him to consider his feelings for a woman without thinking about the other.

Marxist

When Alfredo visited Julia in her town and saw that she wasn’t rich or what he expected, he then realized that his feelings for her wasn’t love to begin with. The difference in their status made him differentiate their status, that’s why he went back to Esperanza.

@EAPPReactionPaper