im so proud of my perfect polenghi exams. just want to share the only two that i have...the first one is the solution for poverty in the philippines and the second one is the interview. bon told me that polenghi let dr. K read my article (nyak!!!). im not sure but i think he said dr. K found it good.
well, here's the 1st one:
A Fool’s Dream: Battling Poverty in the Philippines
Swarms of Filipinos from all walks of life: uniform-clad high school students, tiny tots seated atop the shoulders of their fathers, chic, taglish (Tagalog-English) speaking colegialas, nuns and priests in their radiant white robes, unswerving militant groups, humble farmers and laborers, even powerful CEOs and influential politicians, enveloped the lifeless concrete slabs of EDSA. On January 16-20, 2001, EDSA exploded with a remarkably bizarre passion, the love for country. Each individual forgetting the realities: the needs and desires, of his own being, united in rallying for a single cause.
Everyone chanted and screamed at the top of their lungs: “Sigaw ng Bayan: Guilty si Erap! (Cry of the nation: Erap is Guilty!)” Everyone sported a black top, anguished at the death of truth and justice. Everyone had banners, tied to the sides of the flyovers; placards, thrusted up into the intense atmosphere, flyers, scattered all over the massive crowd; and stickers, glued to shirts, bags, notebooks and other paraphernalia. A triumphant, sweet, melodious symphony of diversity, truly a Filipino dream come true. But today, EDSA remains to merely be distant memory, a distant dream…
4.3 million families, 26.5 million individuals, more than 1/3 of the Filipino nation are living below the poverty line (2000 National Statistical Coordination Board). The government, still the loony circus that it is, continues to move at a sluggish pace, busy politicking. Civil society, still the rowdy bunch it is, continues to holler out its innumerable gripes and groans on how the government is running the show. The ordinary Juan de la Cruz, still drudging down the miserable road of life, though constantly whining and nitpicking the government and civil society, continues to mind his own business.
Everybody is dreadfully submerged in their own quaint little worlds. Nobody cares about the tiny, scrawny child, who lives in the gloomy corner under the busy flyover, struggling to find something, anything to fill his grumbling stomach. Nobody cares about the young ruffian, who wanders the perilous streets downtown, struggling to find someone, anyone whom he could love and call family. Nobody cares about the elderly lady, who lives in one of the shanty areas beside the railroad, struggling to find something, anything to feed, clothe, and school her 10 grandchildren, who were abandoned by their parents. Everybody cares about nobody but themselves. Severe apathy sprung forth from our individualism.
Filipinos persistently blind themselves deliberately, admitting the situation yet still not raising a finger to solve the pressing problem. We are exceptionally aware of the wretched state of our nation: the corrupt government, the undisciplined citizens, the impoverished millions, the escalating crime rate and many more appalling facts. Day in and day out, we fume, fume, fume; then we stop, and say “Susmaryosep! Ganyan na talaga yan, wala na akong magagawa. (There’s nothing I can do about it anyway.)” Afterwards, we all proceed to our own usual business. The government stays corrupt. The citizens remain undisciplined. The millions are still impoverished. The crime rate keeps on escalating. Nothing changes.
Filipinos belittle the power of one. An individual is deemed to be a pathetic, useless entity in a society, in a world battling against the titans of greed, hatred and poverty. Little do we know that that pathetic, useless being possesses great strength that can actually create change. One crazy fool can make a dream a reality. The Philippines needs a sprinkle of these crazy fools to make its dream truly a reality.
Exercise your voting power. Segregate your garbage. Shut up and leave all the placards behind. Pick up the candy wrapper on the floor. Complain and demand for immediate action. Walk on the pedestrian lane. Share your blessings: knowledge and material resources, to the less fortunate. Pay your taxes. Be a Filipino. Make a difference. Initiate, don’t wait.
The Filipino dream begins in me. It also begins in you.
so there. still have to save the other article from the desk top...wait lang ha...=)
well, here's the 1st one:
A Fool’s Dream: Battling Poverty in the Philippines
Swarms of Filipinos from all walks of life: uniform-clad high school students, tiny tots seated atop the shoulders of their fathers, chic, taglish (Tagalog-English) speaking colegialas, nuns and priests in their radiant white robes, unswerving militant groups, humble farmers and laborers, even powerful CEOs and influential politicians, enveloped the lifeless concrete slabs of EDSA. On January 16-20, 2001, EDSA exploded with a remarkably bizarre passion, the love for country. Each individual forgetting the realities: the needs and desires, of his own being, united in rallying for a single cause.
Everyone chanted and screamed at the top of their lungs: “Sigaw ng Bayan: Guilty si Erap! (Cry of the nation: Erap is Guilty!)” Everyone sported a black top, anguished at the death of truth and justice. Everyone had banners, tied to the sides of the flyovers; placards, thrusted up into the intense atmosphere, flyers, scattered all over the massive crowd; and stickers, glued to shirts, bags, notebooks and other paraphernalia. A triumphant, sweet, melodious symphony of diversity, truly a Filipino dream come true. But today, EDSA remains to merely be distant memory, a distant dream…
4.3 million families, 26.5 million individuals, more than 1/3 of the Filipino nation are living below the poverty line (2000 National Statistical Coordination Board). The government, still the loony circus that it is, continues to move at a sluggish pace, busy politicking. Civil society, still the rowdy bunch it is, continues to holler out its innumerable gripes and groans on how the government is running the show. The ordinary Juan de la Cruz, still drudging down the miserable road of life, though constantly whining and nitpicking the government and civil society, continues to mind his own business.
Everybody is dreadfully submerged in their own quaint little worlds. Nobody cares about the tiny, scrawny child, who lives in the gloomy corner under the busy flyover, struggling to find something, anything to fill his grumbling stomach. Nobody cares about the young ruffian, who wanders the perilous streets downtown, struggling to find someone, anyone whom he could love and call family. Nobody cares about the elderly lady, who lives in one of the shanty areas beside the railroad, struggling to find something, anything to feed, clothe, and school her 10 grandchildren, who were abandoned by their parents. Everybody cares about nobody but themselves. Severe apathy sprung forth from our individualism.
Filipinos persistently blind themselves deliberately, admitting the situation yet still not raising a finger to solve the pressing problem. We are exceptionally aware of the wretched state of our nation: the corrupt government, the undisciplined citizens, the impoverished millions, the escalating crime rate and many more appalling facts. Day in and day out, we fume, fume, fume; then we stop, and say “Susmaryosep! Ganyan na talaga yan, wala na akong magagawa. (There’s nothing I can do about it anyway.)” Afterwards, we all proceed to our own usual business. The government stays corrupt. The citizens remain undisciplined. The millions are still impoverished. The crime rate keeps on escalating. Nothing changes.
Filipinos belittle the power of one. An individual is deemed to be a pathetic, useless entity in a society, in a world battling against the titans of greed, hatred and poverty. Little do we know that that pathetic, useless being possesses great strength that can actually create change. One crazy fool can make a dream a reality. The Philippines needs a sprinkle of these crazy fools to make its dream truly a reality.
Exercise your voting power. Segregate your garbage. Shut up and leave all the placards behind. Pick up the candy wrapper on the floor. Complain and demand for immediate action. Walk on the pedestrian lane. Share your blessings: knowledge and material resources, to the less fortunate. Pay your taxes. Be a Filipino. Make a difference. Initiate, don’t wait.
The Filipino dream begins in me. It also begins in you.
so there. still have to save the other article from the desk top...wait lang ha...=)
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