Clothes packed! Medicine sealed! Outfit done! Tickets ready! Yes! It reminded me during our trip to Bicol, Philippines last September 23-26, 2016 for the 26th Council of Management, Educators, and Practitioners in the Philippines (COMEPP) National Conference at Avenue Plaza Hotel, Naga City. It was a two-day conference with two days side trip. How prepared and excited we were indeed. Together with Kassandra Gange and our gorgeous adviser, Mrs. Leonarlyn Vargas, we left Iloilo on the 22nd at 7:30 am departure time. As we boarded the plane, I closed my eyes and imagined all the possible things on Naga City. I began to thrill. I was so much titillated. I imagined the dumbfounding place with quite amazing spots. I almost imagined all the wonderful …show more content…
We were very drained and I even came to the point where I told myself that I will never ever go back to Bicol again unless I will ride a plane from Manila to Naga City. I don’ t care if it’s free or what but swear, not the bus again. I just cannot visualize myself riding on a bus with a super long tiresome hours of travel. We were totally stressed all over after we found a convenient place, The Naga Manor Hotel to abide in while we are there. It was almost 10:30 pm when we had our decent meal for the day at Bigg’s Diner which is one of their best food chains and slept pass 12 in the midnight. We were completely tired but thanks to God for having a very nice room with a soothing bed and of course a cheetah-like wifi. So, we obviously slept tight the rest of the night. A beautiful sunshine that ran through a window curtain woke us up on the next day. Mrs. Vargas was beautifully stretching out when she realized that it was our first day of Conference. So, we hurried to fix all things out and greatly had our free breakfast at the …show more content…
It was really God’s blessing because the conference ended up early and we really did have a great time to go at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Peñafrancia. As we entered the church, there were small voices re-echoed in my head: "Ate candila po. Tatlo sampu. Sige na ate bili na po kayo pambaon lang po sa eskwelahan." That was almost touching but we already bought some candles and we were just rushing out our time. So, we simply lighted our candles there and later then touched Our Lady of Peñafrancia’s image, kneeled down, said our prayers including those small voices on it, and immediately proceeded at their souvenir shop. After we went to the National Shrine of our Lady of Peñafrancia we still managed to shop around their People’s Mall which is the Downtown-like here in Iloilo. There, we were able to buy an additional "Pasalubong". But one thing I really giggled about while we were buying was that, "Ate wala na ba ‘tong tawad? Patawad naman." In every single item we asked for it. It sounded so scrimpy but as business related persons, it should
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
The Arapesh are known to be gentle, sensitive to others, and cooperative. In class, they were described as friendly and supportive as well as trusting. An example used was of a child running the perimeter of town and receiving support from every adult. They all treated this one child as their own and the atmosphere was so pure and positive. I must admit however this example lead my mind off track and into a sort of dream. With this concept I raised three questions. If these people only know the trusting world they live in, how can they travel the world? If everyone lived in this society, could there be such thing as a perfect world? Lastly, I found myself wondering if I would want to live in a world where I trusted everyone.
My father immigrated to the United States when he was ten years old. He worked hard in his childhood and strived to become the first member of his family to attend college. While I was growing up he had only two requests for me: that I only do what I truly enjoy doing and that I don’t forget my Indian heritage.
I was born and raised in Vietnam, so I naturally observed my culture from my family and my previous schools. I learned most of my culture by watching and coping the ways my family do things. My family and my friends all spoke Vietnamese, so I eventually knew how to speak and understand deeply about my language as I grew up. At home, my mom cooked many Vietnamese foods, and she also taught me to cook Vietnamese food. So I became accustom Vietnamese food. I also learned that grandparents and parents in my culture are taken care of until they die. At school, I learned to address people formally and greet higher-ranking people first. In Vietnamese culture, ranking and status are not related to wealth, so they are concerned with age and education.
I started studying health and nutrition when I joined Herbalife in August of 2014. I decided to study health and nutrition, because my weight was out of control and I wanted to find a way to live a healthier lifestyle. In 2014 I started making healthier food choices and along with exercising consistently, was able to drop twenty pounds in one month. Losing the weight led me to become a health and wellness trainer and to be a successful trainer I knew I had to increase my knowledge on health and nutrition.
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
I’m going to start out with the place I’ve lived my whole life Gresham, Oregon. It’s a pretty good thing having lived Gresham my whole life. Everything is super close like parks, stores, and schools. It was the best to grow up in opinion I got to see some stuff I should avoid and got to meet people that were helpful in my life. Also a plus of living in a smaller city is if you meet one person when you go to the park you will most likely see them another time. I have friends I played basketball with at Highland one year ago and still play against them to this day. There's a community more in Gresham, I think no one's afraid to talk to each other or ask for help and if someone needs help they won’t shrug them off. That’s one thing I don’t really see if other places everyone else has their own agenda and that doesn’t include knowing your neighbors. That’s insane, but it makes me happy that Gresham has friendly people unlike other cities. Maybe some of that is to do with schooling which is the next thing I want to talk about.
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should wear certain clothes or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here, and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about.
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
Now we had to make the long trip back to Mrs. Tina’s house. It was such a long day, and we were extremely tired so we decided to skip dinner. We took showers, put on our pajamas, brushed are teeth, and went to bed. Over the next few days we went to the beach, had picnics in the park, went bike riding and skating, and took a trip to the mall. We had such a fun week, but now it was time to go home. So, we thanked Mrs. Tina and her family for being so generous and welcoming to us. We told them that they would have to come visit us so we could return their kindness they showed us. So, we gave them hugs and kisses and we headed back to Las Vegas.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
Out of many places I visited all around the world, the place I like the most is the beautiful city of Agra. It’s a quite town located on the North of India. When we talk about Agra one image that comes in mind is Taj Mahal. Yes one of the seven wonders is here. Agra is full of architectural monuments. And I also visited Agra Fort, Fatehpur Sikri, and Buland Darwazaand. Food was not really good. Besides Taj Mahal, Agra is famous for handicrafts, leather and fine arts. It was fun shopping at Agra.