ACTIVITY #5

 

FIGHTMENT In 

MY OWN Fights

And in midst of 

endless misery, suffering and pain.

because they too were smiling 

and laughing like nothing else.

carrying of 

loads of issues.

Drowned by feelings 

of your own.

Everything is chaotic and 

doesn't feel like an end.

Fear, in life, 

is my opponent.

Giving up is always my choice, 

but it will never be my decision.

how what I 

aim for is happiness.

In life, I've learned that 

if you're weak, you lose.

Just fight and 

go beyond any wars.

Keep trying harder. That's what 

I always remember about myself.

Losing 

is unavoidable.

Maybe there are other things 

happening in the process of everything.

Nothing can be obtained or 

surpassed in the simplest way.

Only as human, I often get tired and tend 

to forget what I've been fighting for and living for.

 pressures me to its 

limits with pain and overthinking.

Questions in my mind piled 

up in search of answers.

 reasons that pushed 

my head to squeeze in.

 still doubted myself 

in many ways often.

There are countless times 

when I feel nervous.

underestimate myself, my 

strength and my own skills.

Voiceless in all that 

I'd like to scream. 

Why am I 

sort of like that? 

I still ask

myself the question. 

Xenas, I want 

to be that. 

Yet, I think 

I'm just the opposite. 

Zip zap guy 

outside, inside bleeding.

Memoir

 

When time 

went by,

I can see and describe life as a beautiful one when I was a kid. My life is just easy, then. Even though we don't have enough money to simply buy what we want and see, we're satisfied. It is sufficient for us to have what our everyday needs are.Because of one thing, I didn't experience as a child having many toys, dolls, clothes and shoes, the money that parents received from work is just enough to provide us with our daily needs, but while I don't have those things, I'm happy and very happy, why do I need those with whom I have siblings and aunt to play, a father I see as a hero, a loving and caring mother.I have a full and happy family right by my side, in short. I haven't got much to wish for. They are more than adequate for me, and no treasure will ever replace them.

I spend children's days full of smiles, laughter and affection. Treasuring and hoping for every moment has no limit. I recalled climbing trees, sitting in the branches, singing my favorite song, and ending up crying because I didn't know how to get from there.I'd never forget the moment when we felt we didn't have a class, so my friends and I wanted to take a dip in the river near our school and we were punished then, because we were soaked and it was very hot outside, we were exposed to the sun to dry us.My happiness then seemed to have no limits and no containment. In everyone's eyes, I can see genuine happiness and laughter.

First semester take home exam

 Small World

Ledesma St., San Juan

LITERARY TOOLS AND ANALYSIS

(1) Plot (Synopsis)

Ledesma Street was a short one and quiet. Their house was unassuming, with walls of a modest height and green gate. The gate opened to a long three-car garage where they'd play football and where parties can be held. Their mother sent most of them to piano lessons. San Juan seemed pretty much the whole city because even his relatives were there. Even if its small, it is extravagant to a little one. And for him it is the world.

(2) Conflict 

  In the boy’s high school days he discovered the perilous thrill of chasing after girls. Going to soirées, meeting them, getting their phone numbers calling them up

(3) Theme Tranquility

(4) Characters 

The boy, Tito Bing, Mother, Father, Fathers parents, Tito Pepot, Tito Lito, Litonjuas, Tita Letty, Mendozas, Bombit, Niña

(5) Point of view used 

First-person point of view First-Person Point of View

(6) Narrative Voice Employed 

Stream-of-Consciousness

(7) Narrative Time 

1984

(8) Angle of the Story 

Ledesma Street was quiet and short. With walls of a modest height and a green gate, our house was unassuming. The gate to a long three-car garage opened. We were going to play football there, and Bombit, the oldest, fell on his wrist once and broke it. Parties can be organized there as well. San Juan appeared to be pretty much the entire town then, and there were also my relatives.

(9) Setting 

In the house, Greenhills, Ledesma Street,  San Juan, Ortigas to Meralco, M. Paterno Street, Mariano Marcos Street, Unimart

(10) Symbols used Small

Dark

(11) Cited Dialogues 

Inner Dialogue

Outer Dialogue

(12) Other Literary Devices Cited Understatement

Irony

Hyperbole