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Table of Contents

Anecdote by Sean Concepcion Literary Reportage by Rio Legaspi

Memoir

Memoir by Sean Concepcion Memoir by Reagy Gallardo Memoir by Rio Legaspi Memoir by Erika Llacuna Memoir by Maxine RIvera

Travel Essay

Travel Essay by Sean Concepcion Travel Essay by Reagy Gallardo Travel Essay by Rio Legaspi Travel Essay by Erika Llacuna Travel Essay by Maxine Rivera

Anecdote

Anecdote by Reagy Gallardo Anecdote by Rio Legaspi Anecdote by Erika Llacuna Anecdote by Maxine Rivera

Literary Reportage

Literary Reportage by Sean Concepcion Literary Reportage by Reagy Gallardo Literary Reportage by Erika Llacuna Literary Reportage by Maxine Rivera

Reflection

Reflection by Sean Concepcion Reflection by Reagy Gallardo Reflection by Rio Legaspi Reflection by Erika Llacuna Reflection by Maxine Rivera

Testimonio

Testimonio by Sean Concepcion Testimonio by Reagy Gallardo Testimonio by Rio Legaspi Testimonio by Erika Llacuna Testimonio by Maxine Rivera

Critique Paper

Critique Paper by Sean Concepcion Critique Paper by Reagy Gallardo Critique Paper by Rio Legaspi Critique Paper by Erika Llacuna Critique Paper by Maxine Rivera

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Streets of Divisoria

After this experience, I was traumatized walking around in Divisoria. Although this occurred, I reflected and felt a sense of relief and humor after the incident.

           Two years ago, I was walking by the streets of Divisoria on a sunny afternoon. I contacted my friends using my phone telling them that I was going to see them. I walked alone from Pabayo Hayes to Jollibee Divisoria.

Out of nowhere, a guy wearing a jacket put his arms around my shoulder. I thought that it was just one of my friends however, he was a stranger. I did not recognize him at all. He asked me where I was going. On that moment, I already knew that they were plotting something bad for me. After telling him where I was going, he told me to surrender my phone to him including my money. Afterwards, an accomplice of him showed a sharp and rusty ice pick threatening to stab me if I ever tell this incident to the officials. My heart was pounding fast and my hands were shaking. After they got what they want from me, I rushed to Jollibee and cried out of being extremely terrified. My friends comforted me and asked the officials to blotter the incident. I called my parents to fetch me and I safely got home. What was funny about the situation was that I undoubtedly asked the holdupper if I could get one of my receipts. This receipt was very important for me because it was for a bookbinding that costs about 500 pesos. The book served as our grades on a certain subject in high school. Back to the situation, he just told me that they only want the money, not the wallet.

Unfortunately for them, they only got forty pesos and an outdated phone. This was my first time that I encountered this type of situation. Usually, incidents like these happen at night where streets are not so crowded. I was shocked because they still managed to holdup me even when it was 1 o’clock in the afternoon where the sun is at its brightest. This situation happened at the time wherein many people could witness it. Sadly, no one saw and realized that I was on that unsafe incident. This situation served as a life lesson for me as I was unaware on how unsafe a place could be.

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St. Joseph Golden Home Foundation

I was given the chance to be immersed in the eldery center and this essay  will tell you my experiences there. I hope that you'll discover a purpose as you continue to live with others.

              Do you feel a sense of fulfillment when you are able to serve other people? Especially the old ones like the grandmothers and grandfathers?  I, personally, would have to say yes to this because I felt this when we had our immersion in St. Joseph Golden Home Foundation. There, you will meet the joyful and cheerful elderly people. We have given a 2-week immersion to willingly serve and took care of them. Although at first, some of the clients were uncomfortable of us but we understand them. We extended our patience and help them make things easier like changing their bedsheets, interacting with them, feed them, change their clothes and, lead them to where they want to go in the center. Since the very first day, we really expected that most of our clients will be annoyed with us especially that we were new for them but we were so glad that they were very welcoming. We started to work there with a group of on the job training (OJTs) students and center staffs. They report earlier than us because they need to bathe the elders early. When we arrive there by 8 or before 8 in the morning, we often witness the elders outside getting a fresh air and enjoying the breeze of the beautiful morning. 

              First things first, we bless or “mano” to each of them and greet them a good morning. It felt like they were also my lolos and lolas even if they aren’t my relatives. After a few minutes, we guide them to the lobby and then in their chapel. The center has a well-built chapel for the elders and have masses 3 times a day. We were enjoying our work because our clients were very cheerful and they make us happy all the time. We observed how the staffs assist the clients so everyday, we have our daily routines. The time for the elders is different from our time today, as for the young people because they eat and sleep earlier. Food and snacks are  served on time. When we have nothing else to do, we spare time interacting with the clients and we strive to not to be in one elder only. We  should also talk to the other elders and check on them even if sometimes they get annoyed when being talked. All of the elders have places in the lobby and even the elders know it but you can see all of them there. Some just watch a tv show, some of them choose to sleep and, some of them also wants to go outside and see the relaxing nature. My groupmates and I had different roles everyday and sometimes we do exchange of works so that everyone could experience them. 2-3 were assigned to outside works like sweeping the entrance area outside, picking up dried leaves, hang blankets  then the others were assigned into inside works like washing the dishes, mop the floor, and assist the elders. 

            The next day, the other members would experience inside works as well as the outside works. Showing love, care, and giving service to the elders as well as to the center is the most fulfilling act I have ever contributed in my life. It made me realize my purpose and that is to be the hands, feet, eyes and the ears to those people who are already incapable of doing things. I will forever treasure the memories we had with our clients and with the people I worked with. It’s not easy to be abandoned by a family member that’s why if you get to visit there, let the elders feel that they are loved and they matter.

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A Rare Incident

This work talks about how my optimistic and energetic self shifted to being unmotivated and weak. Although it may sound exaggerated, the last time I was sick was one of the worst experiences that ever happened to me. 

          One of the most memorable happening in my life happened the whole day during December 7, 2019. I am the type of person wherein I always feel alive and enthusiastic. The last time that I was very sick happened four years ago.

           Travelling towards school early in the morning, I felt a little discomfort but it was fine. I was still able to participate during the first Friday mass and chatter with my classmates after. Minutes after waiting for the next teacher to arrive, I told my seatmate that I felt kind of nausea. She told me to vomit in the comfort room. Then I went to the comfort room attempting to vomit. As I tried to release the heaviness and disgust out of my body, nothing went out. I felt extreme pain on the chest as I tried to vomit. The pain lasted for minutes. As I went back to the classroom, I told her again that nothing went out when I tried to vomit. She told me to eat in order for me to vomit something. I tried to spit saliva through the window. Someone was physically resisting me on doing that action just for fun. I was really annoyed knowing that I was not feeling well. Feeling weak, I refused to go downstairs. I cannot just sit in my chair waiting for a miracle to happen. I went downstairs to eat with my friends. I bought a burger patty and egg meal which is one of my favorite meals in the cafeteria. I lost my appetite as I was eating my food. I only ate about one fourth of the meal and gave it to my friend. I told them that I was going to drink a medicine from the school clinic and so they went to the classroom. I told the nurse everything that I physically felt and so she gave a medicine for my sickness. I went back to the classroom again and slept right away. I barely participated during class discussions because of exhaustion.

          I called my dad to tell him that I was not feeling well and asked him to fetch me. He fetched and drove me home during lunch time. He wanted me to eat at least a tiny bit during lunch so that my stomach has at least something inside. So I ate even when I lost my appetite. I drank my medicines and went directly to my room. The severe dizziness and heaviness started to kick in. I turned on my speakers and blasted my favorite songs on Spotify. I listen to music to help me ease the discomfort that I feel. I had a hard time sleeping because of what I felt but after minutes, I slept. I woke up and slept again several times not knowing the reason why. I just wanted to sleep because every time I am awake, I can feel the severe discomfort that this sickness has given to me. My parents left me at home as they were going to our neighbor’s house because of a birthday party.

          After hours, my father woke me up and gave me water and medicines. He also made me eat a banana just for my stomach to have something inside. After that, I was scrolling through my phone even when I was very nausea. I cannot take the discomfort that I felt so I slept again. Waking up at midnight, I felt like I was about to vomit. I rushed to our comfort room and vomited. After feeling refreshed, I went back to my bedroom but then it kicked back again. This time, I vomited through my bedroom window. I really do not like vomit. It made me feel disgusted and it made me had a hard time to breathe. As I was vomiting, I can taste the banana that I ate which made me vomit a lot more. I went back to bed feeling the disgust, drowsiness and heat that my body produced. All the time I was lying in bed awake, I reminisced the time when I was not sick. I reflected as to how sickness could affect my studies and my personal priorities. But fortunately, I felt better after that day.

        This may sound exaggerating but I can say that this is one of the most memorable happening in my life. I am not used to getting sick. I suffered and experienced the extreme discomfort that sickness has brought to me. I don’t also know the reason why I was sick.

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Through the Years

This piece is very personal to me. As I wrote it, all my childhood memories flashed in my mind. Hopefully, when you get to read it, I hope it touches your heart.

           Fourteen years ago, I could vividly remember the best birthday party I ever had in my life. It was my first time to celebrate my day with a lot of people and both my mom and dad were there. During that day, I also met someone who I did not know would change my whole life, my stepmother. It happened years ago and I could rarely remember particular details that happened but I honestly clearly remember the birthday gift she brought for me – two white teddy bears who were hugging a pink heart which said ��I love you” and “Happy Birthday”. I did not know during that day what was happening or who she was. In short, I did not understand anything. She was introduced to me by my dad and told me she’s my tita which had me confused because I have never seen her before in family gatherings since I thought she was a sister of my dad or mom. And after my birthday, I never got to see her again, at least during those years.

           As years went by, I turned 7 years old. I did not have any fancy birthday anymore since I was old enough to party – oh, how I hate parties. 3 years after I saw my stepmom, again. They were standing there on the front door looking like they were about to fetch me from my other tita who took care of me since day one. I did not know what to feel. I did not know if I should cry or I should be excited because finally, I get to live with my dad. My tita and my dad talked for a while and after that, they told me that I should dress up already because we’re going home to Cagayan de Oro since my dad lives there. I did not know what else happened during that day but I clearly remember how I felt so devastated to leave Claveria and the family who took care of me for the past few years.

           Living with my dad and stepmom, it was very unusual and awkward. And honestly, just like in movies, I predicted how bad my life would be with them because that is what I see in movies – stepmothers physically abusing their stepchildren. However, that did not happen, at least not during those years when I was young. She was bearable though, compared to what I see in movies. Despite how awkward the house was during my first years living with them, I still felt grateful because I get to experience what it was like to live with your real family because when I was young, that was the only thing I ever hoped for, to belong.

            Life became questionable but became reasonable during my 17th birthday. My best friends surprised me for my birthday and it was one of the best days of my life. 17 pink balloons, a mocha cake, and a box filled with letters where they wrote things that they love about me. That day was the best among the rest. It was filled with genuine laughter and unending singing of birthday songs. Maxine, Jasimah, and Rio: my best friends. Actually, I would consider them as my sisters. They became one of my back bone in life and they legit turned my word upside down. Our friendship was really unexpected. I could vividly remember our first lunch out together – it was when we ate unliwings. That was actually one of the best days of my life and I would forever treasure that day in my heart.

           Birthdays. It is given that our birthdays should be memorable and yes my birthdays were all memorable. And to make it more interesting, I could say that all my birthdays were all life changing. It was during my 4th birthday that I met my stepmother who changed my life big time. 7th birthday, the day I got to live with my dad, the euphoria was overwhelming. Lastly, my 17th birthday where I got to spend it with people who I did not expect to play a huge role in my life.

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Conquering Your Own Fears in Life

I believe that everyone of us has our own fears in life and with this, I decided to write this essay to share to you how I overcome one of my greatest fears. I feel proud of myself when I wrote this essay and I hope it will give an inspiration to you.

           Have you ever been asked about a certain question that needs to be answered critically? How was the feeling? Did you feel anxious or nervous? Did you start to shake that you have a hard time organizing your thoughts and afraid that your listeners might not comprehend what you were trying to say? I believe that all of us have already experienced this frightening situation in our lives. That feeling when you start to speak your mind then you begin to stutter because a lot of ideas are coming in your mind, confusing you to deliver your message spontaneously. These are just but natural when we encounter these situations. Some instances would be when you are in a job interview, call center, and especially in beauty pageants.

           All of us has that one memorable moment in life that we really cannot forget because of its impact and we felt mixed emotions. Let me share to you one memorable moment that I’ve experienced. It was on 24th of November when I decided to conquer one of my fears in life, facing a swarm of people. I joined one of the prestigious teen beauty pageants in my place and that was never been an interest to me because I have an extreme stage fright and knowing that it has a Q and A portion that I’m afraid I might not be able to make it. There were the pretty girls with their make-ups, dressed elegantly, confidently carry themselves with their 6-inches heels, and wearing their priceless smiles. I was there. I was just in the corner of a not so huge dressing room, sitting patiently and getting ready for the battle. I felt very nervous, I know that you too gets nervous every time you are in a similar situation. And I reminded myself, “You can do it, Rio. You are the best.” Then deeply exhaled all the nervousness I’ve felt.

           Hyped up crowd started as the lively music surrounds the mall. I can hear echoes of cheerful voices from random people. Then there were the big time panel of judges, full attention and spotting each of the lovely girls including me. All of us looked very confident but we were about to die inside because of the nervousness that weighed in our chest. Despite that, I felt like a beauty queen that have already conquered her fear and was able to make it but that doesn’t end there yet. There comes the Q and A portion. One of the most nerve wracking moment in the event’s segment where every lady must fight her stage fright and must maintain the poise and even answering the question critically. Have you heard of the word, “On the spot”? So, questions aren’t given to us. Isn’t that scary, is it? I bet it is. Really. I was so scared that I won’t be able to answer the question especially when I don’t know that is it about. I would be surely like a little kid forgot her poem piece while presenting in front of the people. Now it’s my turn. “Let’s welcome, candidate number 11!” My heartbeat can’t contain the nervousness, the fear that I am “on the spot” overcoming it. Crowd began to have a complete silence that made me even more nervous and conscious. Then I was asked a question by a woman that has a kind and friendly aura. I strived to maintain my poise, act confident, and tried to relax. I spoke. I finished my statement even that I sounded like I wasn’t confident with my answer to the audience but for me, I was satisfied with my answer. After that, I could only see one part of the audience that clapped their hands despite the silence and confused reactions of the crowd, it was my family.  That cheered me up and made my heart happy because we made it. I made it.

           Expect the unexpected? Among the 16 elegantly dressed teens, I was chosen as one of the top 5 that will proceed to the next level of the competition. There I said to myself, “You did it!” in layman’s term,”Nakaya man diay nimo.” After that I realized that, you just have to be yourself. Do not let your fears consume you. You have to do something to overcome it so slowly by slowly. Most importantly, never compare yourself to others because all of us has unique characteristics that we are proud of even if we don’t see it in ourselves. And that is the end of my most memorable moment.

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A Trip to a Fulfilling Moment

Most of the time, we all remember the most fulfilling moments of our lives as these have the capacity to change everything for us. This memoire recollects the hardships and struggles that a student underwent on her way to success. Join her as she remembers the great fulfillment she encountered after many bumps on the road.

          Growing up, my parents always praised me for excelling in my academics. Even from a very young age, I could feel the happiness and pride radiating from them the moment my teachers would tell them that I was part of the honors’ list, and seeing the smiles on their faces and receiving kisses on my chubby soft cheeks apparently made my tummy tickle so I would always try my best to make them happy. In my first grade of elementary, I was not able to make it to the honors’ list and seeing my classmates and friends wear their own medals just made me sad. I think that was the first time I ever felt disappointed with myself for not being able to reach my own and my parents’ expectations. My mother, especially, reassured me that it was fine and that I should not worry so much about it, so I did not. Thankfully, I reclaimed myself by making it to the honor roll for the next few years of elementary, until our graduation. Our elementary graduation was most probably one of the most heartbreaking yet learning moments of my life. I was not able to make it to the honor roll despite my best efforts of studying that school year. I even asked my mother to enroll me in a tutoring class to help me with my studies as I wanted to receive an honorary award during our ceremony, but I guess things just did not go my way. The frowns and silence that my parents gave just made me feel even worse.

           In junior high school, things got different because I lost all my motivation to strive to be an honor student. I was constantly exhausted from school and constantly losing patience with everything and everyone since I was going through puberty at the same time. I think the first two years of junior high was the time when I was working so much yet I was growing very slowly.

           When I entered tenth grade, my determination was beyond the roof. I wanted the same dream of that when I was in sixth grade but did not want the same mistakes. That school year consisted of a lot of tears being shed, a lot of times getting sick, a lot of sleepless nights, and a lot of sacrifices that I made just to fulfill the promise that I made to myself: to receive an honorary award during the moving-up ceremony.

           It was a few days after our final exams in junior high and our teachers called everyone to gather in one multi-purpose building in our school. As I arrived in school, my closest friends as well as some of my classmates greeted me by the gate. All of their faces portrayed happiness and joy of finally completing the junior high level while only some of them showed an expression of anxiousness for the announcement of the honor roll. We tried to shake our nervousness away and caught up with one another, sharing jokes and laughter without fully realizing that all of us will go our separate ways in a short span of two months. As time ticked, more and more people arrived making the environment buzzing in noise and the more our anxiety increased as well. When our class decided to go upstairs to the venue that was also the time when I was starting to get real nervous. It was as if every step that I take, my anxiety level increases a percentage. My hands were then starting to get sweaty and my legs were starting to get weak—a telltale sign of how uneasy I was really getting. Our teachers then started the gathering with the usual: a prayer, followed by a short speech by the principal and some of our teachers, and then the real announcement of honor students came in first. Honestly, I was completely fine with just being a third honor student and even set my mind on that as my goal. This is because I knew my capabilities so I knew that it was the only achievement I could attain, and I even talked about this to my mother months before that day and she was also fine with it. By this time, my heart was practically pounding against my ribcage and my eyes were starting to become watery. I waited for my name to be called… Name, after name, after another one yet my name was never called. I felt a hand patting my back softly but I did not bother to look at who it was because my eyes were glued to the teacher who was announcing the names. It cannot be. After months of suffering and sacrificing, it just cannot be. It was as if all the times when I felt physically and mentally exhausted to even function properly because of the overloading academic demands did not mean a thing. The time when I was literally balling my eyes out in my room feeling worthless while being sleep deprived and sick at the same time came flashing in my mind. I felt my heart drop and clench at the image of poor me crying on a chair with the pent up emotions that she endured. Tears in my eyes were threatening to fall, but then a sudden voice suddenly brought me back to the sad reality.

           “Second honors…” I heard it say. To be honest, there was a small part inside of me that hoped to be included in the second honors, but my mind said otherwise. I knew myself and what I was capable of doing and achieving, I could not possibly—“Llacuna, Erika Melle Ed P.”

           I was not able to even process the whole thing in my mind before my friends and classmates started cheering and pushing me to stand up. I was in a daze and it felt like everything was spinning. I was confused too, but seeing my teachers looking at me with proud smiles just confirmed it—I was an honor student, better yet: I am a second honor student! I never would have thought of achieving such a thing in my whole junior high ride.

           As I was walking towards the front, my mind was still processing what happened. Then happiness and extreme joy spread throughout my whole body like wildfire and before I knew it, my smile was already reaching my eyes. While shaking my teachers’ hands and hearing their greetings for me, I could not help but let the tears fall down my cheeks. No matter how hard I tried to suppress them, I gave up and just let them fall. So what if others think I was being overreacting? So what if they think I was being too emotional? They could not relate to what I was feeling at that very moment because they did not experience what I did and they did not have the same aspirations as I had.

           I went home that day with the biggest smile on my face that made my mother wonder. I did not tell any of my family about it at first, wanting to surprise them during the ceremony itself, but I could contain it any longer. My mother was beyond proud of me, as well as my father.

          May I tell you that my mother, being a teacher, had high expectations of me most especially when she used to teach in the school that I was (and am) attending. However, I know very well that she treasures my mental and physical wellbeing more than those expectations so she never really pressures me when it comes to my academics. She would always tell me, “Just do what you can. Don’t push yourself too much. If your teacher finds your work mediocre, then tell her that that’s the best that you can do.” Then there was me who wanted to make my parents proud and somehow repay the efforts and hardwork that they exerted to send me to a high-quality institution. Actually, to be honest, me working hard to become an honor student was not mainly for the sole reason of redeeming myself but rather replacing the gray expressions that my parents wore during my sixth grade graduation to a more brighter one. I want them to be proud of me as well as to be proud of themselves and their hardwork.

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A Wave of Memories

This essay gave me a sense of nostalgia, I had fun writing it and I hope you will have fun reading it. It is really personal but I would love to share my precious moments when I was still a child and discovering the world. A glimpse of my past, that molded me to who I am today. Enjoy!

          The freshly brewed coffee lingers my nose as I set foot at the end of the staircase, I can hear the plates and utensils rumbling, the voice of my grandmother’s soft voice echoes through out the kitchen, singing her favorite songs of the 70’s it was a typical Saturday vibe. I saw the table was set for breakfast, my cousins, aunts and uncles, slowly went out of their room, their face looked like they were fresh out of bed, some were wearing their working clothes and was ready to take on the day. We went to our respective chairs in the table with me in the right side beside my grandma, while she was sitting at the head chair. We held our hands and said grace, as I peeked at my grandma, I saw the satisfaction in her eyes, we were complete, her face looked like she was at peace. It was one of the best moments in my childhood. My whole family, complete, eating our breakfast, starting our day right.

           In middle school, I was the cheerful, sporty kind of kid. It was that moment when I saw the gushing of water, the smell of chlorinated pool, it was that moment I fell in love. Days past I insisted my mom to let me enroll in the swimming club in sports center. She agreed and that was the start of a spark inside me. I trained hard and swam harder under the blazing heat of the sun. My skin turned darker, my hair was dry as ever because of the chlorine but I didn’t care at all, as long as I know I was doing what I love. It was a Friday morning, did my usual routine, stretched wore my goggles and swimming cap then immediately went for the waters. I did my usual laps, and turns when I started sneezing, maybe it was time for me to stop swimming and go rest. I went home with my nose still clogged. My mom served my favorite dish, but I couldn’t smell it one bit. The next day, I went for a swim but still I was sneezing non- stop. It continued for days when I swim. So, my mom decided to have me checked up. I did not expect the events that happened afterwards. The doctors voice lingered in my brain, telling me that I can’t swim anymore. A warm embrace went my way, I felt something inside me broke. When I went inside the hospital, I did not expect I will be receiving my first heartbreak, my first love.

           High school went on, I thought it was going to be one of the magical moments in life. I was still disheartened that I will not be able to swim anymore. I was walking in the hallways when I heard, loud banging. I followed the sound; it was inside the gym. There I saw volleyball players, playing. The ball flying all over the gym. I heard their screams and shout as they went for the ball. I felt a pang in my chest and I hoped I would be able to have that much passion in me again. Little did I know, I found my second love. I like the feeling of the ball as it fits in my palms, the feeling of the ball when it hits my arms, I love it when I felt whole again when I am inside the court. It was truly one of the best moments in my life. I had a bond with my teammates that I can’t explain, we traveled together, experienced hardships together and we won together. I can hear the loud cheers of the people around the court, the excitement radiating around the gym. It was that feeling that fueled us to keep going, and win more for our beloved school. It was a great honor and pride to bring the school’s name wherever we play. I thought I was just playing, but neither do I know, I was making memories that will last me a lifetime.

           Senior high school, everyone expected it to be hard and stressful. Well I guess, it satisfied our expectations. Mornings became a battle between me and the alarm clock, I did not imagine myself this unmotivated to go to school. I walked through the dark hallways of the school like a zombie, dragging my feet, face looked pale, uncombed hair, and my eyes were carrying a heavy baggage below, I looked like a panda. I was carrying my shoe bag on my left hand, while carrying the heavy backpack that contains my laptop and books. As I sat in my desk, I was mentally preparing for a long tiring day. Every free period, we all bow our heads and fall into deep slumber. Recovering from the sleepless nights making PT’s, meeting deadlines and studying. I can hear the clacking of keyboard, the strum of the guitar, and a hint of music playing around the room. We were all trying to relax and release our stress. We sing our hearts out when we don’t know what to do anymore, we laugh, play games and just be alive again. Then I got it, it was these kind of moments that we cherish, these kind of moments where we can keep in our hearts and look back and be proud of what we have overcome.

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Singapore

This was truly one of the best place that I have been to. Singapore provided me with wonderful and unforgettable memories.

           Out of the places that my family and I traveled to, Singapore was really one of the best. My family and I went to Singapore last 2013 to relax and unwind during the summer solstice. This was our only trip out of the country. I can still remember the memories that we made in that place up until now.

           Travelling to Singapore, we took an airplane bound for Ilo-ilo. After, we took another plane bound for Singapore. I really felt the uniqueness of the place the moment I stepped foot on their Airport. Changi Airport was one of the coolest airports that I have been through so far as it gives us a huge and definitely clean view of it. First day in Singapore, we rode a tour bus in order for us to know more about the place. I was amazed as to how the surroundings looked extremely neat and orderly. I didn’t even see a single rubbish lying on the floor. After that, we rode the Singapore Flyer which is a huge ferris-wheel. One whole cycle of the ferris-wheel would take 30 minutes. My feet were trembling as our capsules rose up but the anxiousness lessened when I saw the whole view of Singapore. The view was magnificent as I saw the skyscrapers and other unique and modern structures. After a long day, we had a reunion with my auntie and we took a rest and slept inside her condo.

           It was another day to wake up and explore what this place has to offer. In the morning, we were on our way to the famous Universal Studios. We were very amazed by the colorful designs, structures and mascots everywhere. We rode a lot of different rides in this amusement park. One of which is their roller coaster. They have two different roller coasters on the same spot differing from their color blue and red. My heart was rapidly pumping before and during the ride. The red roller coaster was fun and exciting but the blue was more nerve-racking because it gave us thrilling twists and turns as our feet were just dangling from the seat. There was also another amusement ride wherein the movie “transformers” was the theme. This ride was also cool and tense even when it was just a 3D ride. This ride made feel like I was in a fight with the rivals called the decepticons. The Jurassic Park adventure was also memorable for me. Different types of dinosaurs were in the park. There was also this one ride wherein my sister’s slipper flew to the water. We negotiated with the staffs and got the slipper back. All I can say is that I was amused and satisfied with our experience there.

          We booked for a one-day stay on one of the most famous resorts in Singapore called Marina Bay Sands. The hotel looks very luxurious inside and out. It has a very huge and unique design as it has 3 buildings and a bay at the top of it. The best part of the hotel was the sky park because it was located at the top having an infinity pool with a beautiful view.

          There were still a lot that was happening but I cannot remember some of it anymore. All I can say is that Singapore is one of a kind. This place has so much to offer for the tourists. The amazing buildings and amusement parks was fun to look at but the cleanliness made it a whole lot better.

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Happiness’ Just Around the Corner

This trip was one of my favorite trips in my eighteen years of existence. May you get to feel like you went to the trip with me as you read this piece. Enjoy!

           Just like any normal family, mine loves to travel especially during holidays. May 2019, my family and relatives from my dad's side decided to travel to Bohol to celebrate the success of 2019's election results. Honestly, Bohol has never been part of my bucket list but it did not matter to me anymore because being with my family made it one of the best travels in my life. It was a Monday morning when we left early for our trip to Bohol and really, I had to drag myself into waking up early because I really hate mornings. However, my grumpy mood immediately vanished the moment we went to McDonald's for a drive-thru. I had two fresh pancakes with melted butter on top and paired it with a creamy hot chocolate. After having a sumptuous meal, I decided to sleep because I was in dire need of it. After that, the rest was history.

           On the first day that we arrived at Bohol, we immediately had our dinner since it was already around eight o’clock in the evening when we arrived. After we had our dinner, we went to our hotel and saw that there was a swimming pool which gave us an idea that we should chill and have a night swimming. I also remember ordering a banana shake for the first time in my life and I must say, banana shake is now my favorite drink. My first day in Bohol overwhelmed me because the amount of happiness that I felt inside because I was with my family was overflowing.

           Second day, I had the most fun because we did some island hopping. I could clearly remember that I was so excited to see the dolphins as we rode the small boat which was rocking calmly since the waves were at peace. We also stopped by the Virgin Islands similar to what Camiguin has. It was an island where we did not see anything but a plain white island whose sand was so smooth as we stepped on them. It was really hot during our second day which made me think twice if I should expose myself to the sunlight since I was afraid that I might get too dark when summer is over. However, the heat did not stop me. I love the water and no amount of sunlight can stop me from enjoying the beach. To tell you, I also ordered a banana shake during that night and it was as if it was my first time ordering one.

           On the third day, which was my last day, we just stayed in our hotel and stopped by a zoo before we went home. Our bodies were aching that day that’s why my family and I decided to stay in our hotel. Although we did not go anywhere, I still had fun because I was able to spend time with my cousins by playing Mobile Legends and 8 Ball Pool. My last day in Bohol was both fun and annoying. As we were going home, we decided to stop by a zoo since we had little cousins who wanted to see some animals and we had to babysit them. Although I had fun during our last day, I was so annoyed because it was when I had breakouts. I think it was because I forgot to wash my face before sleeping and it was exposed to too much dust.

           My trip to Bohol became my outlet to relieve some stress and sadness away which is why I will forever consider it as one of my most memorable travels. During that travel, I realized that surround myself with people whom I love and people who loves me. Prioritizing my happiness and my family’s happiness made me feel so contented and I couldn’t have asked for more.

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Surigao Adventure

This essay is all about my experience when we had our vacation in Surigao de Sur. I was with my family and we were able to experience first times and the relaxing place. 

         Do you get excited when you are going to travel to one of the beautiful tourist spots around the Philippines? Like you really looked forward to going to that place with your family or even with your friends? Then, you are going to spend a week or a 3-day vacation there enjoying the beautiful sceneries, calm seas, cool breeze, and pleasing environment? That is truly living life even more wonderful.

      I had all the feelings when my family and I decided to go in Sohoton Island, Surigao del Sur. I was very excited that I packed and prepared my things ahead of time. First in my mind was to bring two-piece because we will surely explore and swim into beaches. Then as we went to the place, we had island hopping and got the chance to take amazing photographs with the 7 different islands and even go inside caves. And you know what, there is that one island where I find its name weird and funny. It is called the Naked Island. I laughed about it but I figured it out that the island doesn’t have any trees in it or plants either. What was there is only a plain, white, and smooth sand. That is why it is Naked Island.

           Have you heard of jellyfishes? How do you find them? I bet you know jellyfishes sting and electrify to whoever touches it. That’s what you thought but not all jellyfish stings. In our adventure, we had a very nice experience of holding jellyfishes. There is one part of the island where jellyfishes are preserved and protected and tourists get to hold them but only in a short period of time. All the jellyfish in there don’t sting and their common color is brown so I guess color brown jellyfishes are the ones who don’t sting. Their texture when I held one of them is like a “Gulaman”, a jelly-like dessert here in the Philippines. Thank God, I was able to take photographs and videos of them. The other part of the island has already blue transparent jellyfishes and these are the ones who sting. You can see them everywhere in that island as you go farther in the deep blue seas.

           Next stop would be in the Enchanted River. A lot of tourists visit there because of its clear dark blue waters and you get to feed the school of fishes in it. In there, you can also experience Fish Spa or Fish Massage which is very relaxing and it really tickles your feet. Honestly, I was scared for the first time seeing the river because I can clearly see how deep it was and creepy because as I looked deeply to the waters, it’s black and you will feel like something mysterious creature is there. We heard stories or beliefs there is a living lady under the river and when it is disturbed, some people drown themselves there and disappear. See? It is beautiful at the same time scary that is why my family and I didn’t swim long and we just stayed in a shallow part of it. But apart from that, we had a nice bonding there, the place was well-maintained and their cottages were wide and I would rate it 10/10.

           After everything, we’re back to usual, packed up things again and ready ourselves for returning to hometown. All of us were burnt by the sun yet we had an enjoyable and memorable experience in Surigao del Sur. At least there, we had an escape of our problems and spend time with family more and bond with one another. I can see the genuine happiness and priceless positive reactions of my family when we were together.

           So now, you already have an idea of how beautiful Surigao del Sur is, its islands and the tourist spots they have. The jellyfishes, yes the jellyfishes that can give you happiness because you can’t believe you can hold one of them. Don’t you want that? Do you? You can share my travel experience to your family so that someday, you can visit there and experience more of it.

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Reminiscing a Memorable Journey

There are many ways to spend your semestral break; you could stay at home and sleep all day, catch up with your favorite Korean dramas, or read the latest work of your favorite writer. However, nothing compares to the pleasure and enjoyment that we feel when we travel to new and unfamiliar places! Get to metaphorically travel the city of Cebu as you read this adventurous essay.

          When my mother told me that our family was going to Cebu for vacation during semestral break, I was beyond ecstatic. It has been so long since all four of us had a family bonding out of town. Growing up, we would often visit my mother’s childhood place in Surigao del Sur. Going to the clear white sand beaches and spending time with my cousins would make my trips there memorable. When I was younger, we also went to my grandmother’s hometown in Bohol where we visited many famous tourist spots there with my father’s side of the family. However, I was too young to recall all the wonderful memories I have made there with my family.

           If we would have gone to Cebu last year, I would not have been as excited as I was last semestral break. There was one reason why I was so excited, too excited even: Cebu is a well-known place for most Koreans visiting the Philippines, and just a few months ago, a member from a K-pop group that I love visited Cebu. That is why as soon as my mother informed me about the trip, I immediately went online to search about the places that my idol went.

           Going there, we traveled through the blue sea. It was my second time riding a ship and I was surprised to see a decent one. It even had an escalator inside! On that afternoon, we went outside to experience what my father also experiences as a seafarer. As I exited, my eyes immediately squinted at how the wind was harshly hitting my face, but they grew wide when they saw the beautiful sky in front. The sun was almost setting while white cotton-like clouds were scattered in the blue sky. When the sun was already setting down, we all took photos of it as it was so majestic to look at. Now, the sky was painted orange and pink as the sun slowly dipped to the sea’s horizon.

           We landed late at night and rushed to our hotel to rest our tired bodies. When morning rose the next day, both my parents woke me and my brother so we could have our breakfast down the street. I am not a morning person, so I groggily got out of bed while murmuring halfhearted complaints. The first place that we visited in Cebu was Simala. My mother had always told us before that if we were given the chance to visit Cebu as a family, she would take us to Simala as she promised Mother Mary that when she went with her co-workers before. Now that God gave us the chance, my mother happily took it and here we were, walking through the burning sun’s heat as we made our way to the church. When we saw how long the line was, my mother decided that we will not be lining up anymore to talk with Mother Mary’s statue. Instead, we lit up candles and prayed over them. Next stop was Sirao garden, the place that I have also seen when browsing online. It was… wow. All I could say was that I will definitely go back there if I were to visit Cebu again one day. When night fell, we had dinner in IT Park which was like in the center of Cebu City. I swear, as soon as I saw the towering buildings surrounding us, I felt as if I was living in a rural area my whole life. I was so star struck especially seeing so many foreigners (mostly Koreans)! It was as if every turn of my head I would see one. The next day we just roamed around the city as it was our last day. We went to the place where Jihyo from the Korean girl group TWICE took a picture of and posted online: the San Pedro Fort. It was indeed an Instagram-worthy place with its historical design despite being in the modern world. It was as if time had stopped for that building.

           I took dozens of photos during our trip but am too shy to post them. However, it was still a very memorable trip for me. I do not think an essay could accurately and fully explain how I felt during that trip but all I could say was that I enjoyed every bit of it. Every now and then, I would just think of how much I really want to go back to Cebu and just go to the many beautiful places there. Our trip was too short for me, but as soon as we landed back then, I immediately appreciated the city. Being there made me realize how small I was compared to the tall buildings stretching across the land.

           My father told us that it was a trip to strengthen our bond as a family and to make us appreciate one another even more, and that trip did. I was beyond thankful to my father for bringing us there. For me, it was not just a family trip, it was also a good distressing trip for me as the weeks before the trip had been extremely stressful and hectic due to the amount of school works I had. That journey changed me in such a way that it made me realize that every place is uniquely beautiful in its own way. Sure, I see beauty in my own city as it is the place where I was born and raise, but just going out to see the other parts of my country’s wonders exposes my eyes to all kinds of beauty that are surely worthy of appreciation. Leaving Cebu was sad, but I promised myself to return one day. We left the place with great memories that we will absolutely cherish.

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Take me Back Bagiuo

In this essay, I shared my experience on our first airplane ride trip. I remembered to include details, to give you a hint on what I experienced when I was there. Trips are considered special for me, for it gives you another set of memories that will be treasures forever.

        I felt the adrenaline kicking when the plane started to move. The butterflies rumbling in my stomach just imagining, going to a new place. It was the first time I rode a plane. I was anxious yet my face was still stoic, I didn’t want anyone to see I was scared. The entire plane ride went smoothly. We landed safely around midnight in Manila. I was confused of where were going first, we rode inside a van and the next thing I know, I was fast asleep inside.

       I woke up to the cold breeze touching my skin, as I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the sun peeking out between two mountains, it was like we were meeting the sunrise. It was absolutely breathtaking. The road was uphill and narrow, there were trees and flowers along the road that added to that nature relaxing vibe. I felt peace, the feeling of being this close to nature. I can already smell the pine and dirt; it was a very comforting smell. I tugged my jacket tightly around my shoulders, I did not expect that the weather would be this cold, I was shivering!

       We went on to look for the hotel that we would be staying. I can already feel my tummy rumbling, it needs food, something preferably warm perhaps. We found the place where we will be staying at and the view from the hotel was still breathtaking, it was extraordinary, we can see the mountains, the house structures, it was overlooking. We went inside and settled our things, it was a good thing that they have heaters, their showers also had a heater, it was amazing. After we have settled in ourselves, the first agenda was to eat.

       We were strolling along the streets looking for some place to eat breakfast to. My stomach was rumbling, and the anticipation of eating was making me hungrier. We saw a restaurant that sells bulalo, I can smell the soup as we entered the restaurant. It was warm and cozy, still it was surrounded by pine trees, and the view was still tremendous. We sat down and ordered a bowl of hot steaming delicious bulalo. It was truly mouthwatering, when we saw the food. When I sip the soup of the bulalo, it was salty and aromatic that can give warmth to the body. Beads of sweat were forming in my forehead despite the cold weather, it was because of the hot bulalo gushing down my throat.

       It was time to follow the itinerary my mom has made, like any tourist person, we should visit the tourist sites in town. We went to parks, museums, gardens and many more. When we were all visiting these places, I noticed something strange, the locals were just wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts, I mean aren’t they cold it’s like 15 degrees outside. Meanwhile my family and I were wrapped like a burrito, baggy sweatpants and thick jackets covering our bodies. I find it amusing, that people can easily identify who the locals are and who the tourists are. The day went on just us strolling around town, capturing the best moments and I was there standing in the middle of it all, internally wishing this will not end.

     It was the last day of us being in the city, we needed to go back to Manila. While we were traveling down, I tried not to sleep. I wanted to savor the moment, I wanted to capture every little detail of that place. I will never forget on our way to Manila, we were all silent, smiles were from ear to ear, my sister singing her favorite nursery rhymes, my mom singing along with her. I just felt the energy we were all vibrating, were happy and contented. Bagiuo city will forever have a place in my heart. It was forever imbedded in my memory.

     When we got to Manila, we still had a day to spare. We went to the Ocean Park, Manila Zoo, the things my little sister would enjoy. I saw little kids running around with their faces that can’t be tainted. They were grinning and laughing at the animals. Even I was amazed of the animals in the ocean park. I was a kid for a day, it felt good. I held my sister’s tiny hands as we walked along the aquariums and ponds. I can smell the stinky salty smell of the animals when we passed along the sea lion area, where they were being fed by their staffs. It was getting darker and we needed to go back to the hotel. For our flight was early in the morning.

     It was mid-November; the year was almost ending. We needed that trip to unwind, relax and reward ourselves for the year that we have passed. It was a very wonderful experience and memory that I will treasure forever, it was with my family. I valued time, all through out the travel. I valued kindness, that wherever we go we should be kind. It may be a short and small trip but it had a great impact on our hearts forever. It was not the destination; it was who you were with in traveling to the destination.

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Double-dead Meat

When this incident happened to me, I was so emotional. However, as I wrote this piece, I was laughing so hard. I hope I get to put a smile on your face too as you read this piece.

          As I slammed the door of our car, I hurriedly went inside our house. I was about to go upstairs when I suddenly felt someone aggressively grab my right arm and slapped my left cheek.

           “Are you that disrespectful already? Really? Slamming the door?”, my dad angrily shouted at me. He was so furious and I did not know why. Turns out, I almost hit my sister’s pinky when I slammed the door.

           I cried and dramatically shouted, “Go, slap me again. You don’t love me anyway.”

           My dad was about to slap me again, but it did not happen. I stopped him not because I was scared to get hurt, it was because I peed on my pants. A sixteen year old young lady just peed her pants. With that, I got scolded for another reason.

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No Other Choice

I wrote here one of my funniest and memorable moment when we had our vacation. When you read this essay, you will know one of my weaknesses in life. 

           I know that some of us have that phobia of heights which is called Acrophobia. Count me in because I personally, have also fear of heights but it’s just slight. Let me share to you one of the most memorable moment of my life.  There was a time that my family and I had a vacation in Sohoton Island in Surgiao del Sur where we visited different caves and islands. In short, we had an island hopping. I was a bit scared but at the same time amazed by the beautiful place. We had to enter not one but seven of the caves there and explore what is inside of them. At first, I was scared because that time, I still struggle to swim but I love to swim. After 6 caves down, we then proceeded into the last and final point. It was tiring but I was enjoying it. I find the last cave very unusual because when you look at it, it seemed like you don’t know where and how you would enter and how will you go out from there. I tried to pretend I was so tired so that my family would not invite me to go inside the cave but guess what? I was the first one to tell them, “Let’s go!” I was really scared because I really no had an idea what’s inside and it’s different from other caves. You know what? We had to dive underwater so I had no choice. I held my nose then went underwater for a few minutes only. The moment we explore the cave, there were bats staring at me as if like I was a prey to them. Then we continued swimming then arrived into a rocky part. Then the tour guide oriented us that we could no longer go back to where we enter because the only way we could get out of there was to dive on a top diving area. Supposedly, I would tell my family that I’m going back but never mind. After that, we had no other choice then really go to that very nice diving area. As if it was nice. Acrophobia. Am I still good about this? I volunteered to jump first because I am not really scared and my self- confidence was very high. But wait, my cousin goes first before me. I was really shaking and can’t contain the fear and the nervousness I felt that moment. I was very embarrassed and just wanted to be eaten by the ground or just disappear for a while. Then my cousin was done, she was there floating in the water, feeling the moment then waved at me. Who’s next? Me. I really did a sign of the cross before I jumped, inhaled and exhaled, then feel the moment until my uncle pushed me so I was in the edge of the diving platform and I had no other choice so I closed my eyes, jumped, and slap myself into the water creating a big splash of the water. I fell deep underwater and I could see the rise of the sun above the water then my hands and feet flaps hurriedly until I reached the top surface of the water. That was a nice experience even that I had a fear of heights because for once in my life, I’ve conquered that fear like impromptu. I want to try that next time, in my dreams. I just jumped because it’s the only way out of that cave but it was okay because I’m not only one who jumped and screamed there.

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Messing with My Mom

A typical Filipino mother randomly belts out a song from her generation whenever she does domestic chores as it is quite normal in our culture. But what happens when a bored daughter decides to annoy her easily-irritated mother while the latter was busy? Read the anecdote below to find out!

          At home, it is a normal thing for any of us to randomly belt out a song while doing some chores. I think music is something we all have in common despite the difference in the genre taste. Since we are obviously the younger ones, my brother and I are more interested in modern pop music while our father and mother love to listen to older music, rock and pop, respectively.

           Usually, it would just be me, my mother and my brother at home since my father is an overseas Filipino worker. One day, I was blasting out ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by the legendary Queen while doing some household chores. Time passed and I turned off the speaker so that I could charge it. As I was scrolling through my phone, I heard my mother sing a verse of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

           “Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. Good bye, everybody, I’ve got to go,” she paused as the singer did so. An idea suddenly popped into my mind that split second as a desire to mess with her arose. I then let her continue singing. “Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.”

           “Ma?! Biyaan na mi nimo? Ayaw sa ma, bata pa mi duha ni Jed!” I faked a cry while silently snickering.

           She ignored me, automatically knowing what my annoying self was up to. With that, she just continued belting out the infamous song while chopping some vegetables in the kitchen. “Mama, ooh, I don’t wanna die—”

           “Ma, unsa man nang gina-ingon nimo! Mahadlok man sad ta ana—”

           “Paghilom ra gud, Erika! Maypa’g tiwason nimo nang mga pamil-on!” She angrily exclaimed, making me burst into a fit of laughter. That was the reaction I was looking for. Everybody, that’s your typical Filipino mother.

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Catfish

I was laughing when I was writing this piece, I remembered that specific day and brought my lips to grin. I will never forget that day, the day where I realized family is everything, family will always be home. 

          It was a fine morning the sun was up, everything seemed fine. I can smell the dishes being cooked in the kitchen everyone was busy. It was our annual Christmas party; everyone was in their toes. My aunt was busy inside the kitchen, she was very sweaty and I can see her face was very tired. My uncles were outside playing their usual game of cards, while drinking beer. My cousins were watching a movie in the living room, we were all ready for our annual tradition.

         When my uncle shouted “Ako na bahala sa lechon!” Everyone was frantic, everyone was excited. We were all howling and shouting. My cousins went out to fetch the lechon tray and got the car ready. I was so excited, so I went up the room and got ready, I was excited, I have been craving for lechon for months. My tummy was grumbling and it was full of butterflies. I was grinning from ear to ear. My family can’t contain their happiness. We were all waiting for our uncle and cousin to comeback with the lechon.

        The clock strikes at 12 it was time to eat, my uncle and cousins were not yet home. So, we waited by the gate. When the car arrived, we were all cheering and howling. We were confused because the faces of my cousins getting out of the car, grinning and smiling like an idiot. I knew something was up. When they got the lechon out of the trunk we saw the lechon. Yes, there was a lechon in the tray but, it was just the head of the lechon. We were all laughing and I can see disappointment in my aunts faces. We were all expecting a whole lechon but it was just the head that arrived. I t was a very funny memory, even though we did not get the whole lechon as we expected but that made a memory in our hearts. We were all happy that day, it was Christmas indeed.