Reflection of Your Experiences In Undertaking The 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World subject.

 

  -------------REFLECTION -------------  

BY: RICA MAE C. CAPACIO
STEM 12 B-INFINITY 

 

             Literary works and writing weren’t my cup of tea. But, after being introduced to the history of Philippine literature and how that literature upgraded and changes as each period passes, I realized how interesting it was.

    In the four months of undertaking 21st-century literature from the Philippines and the world, I have learned a lot of new knowledge about our literature, how it started, what are its type/ forms, its different genres, etc. It helped in flourishing my abilities and knowledge on how to write and create the different literary works from the different periods using diverse literary techniques, formats, and multimedia. This subject has challenged by capabilities and perseverance. It pushed me to do my best and finish all the required activities. For me, it was hard, but the experienced I gained from those activities and lessons will forever remain in my mind.

           Just like in the quotation of Kofi Annan, “Acquiring literacy is an empowering process, enabling millions to enjoy access to knowledge and information which broadens horizons, increases opportunities and creates alternatives for building a better life.”

            As we discover more about our literacy, we can see that it does help us to discover a lot of things such as knowledge, information, untold stories about the past, etc. In addition, as we all know even Dr. Jose Rizal uses his stories and literacy to open up the minds of the Filipinos.

        I think that throughout our learning process, my writing ability, knowledge, and my creativity in writing and drawing have improved significantly. Through these literary pieces, we’re able to express ourselves, give information, create entertainment.

          All in all, as Senior High School students, we must learn and know more about 21st-Century Literature in the Philippines and the World. We must develop our 21st-century skills to adapt to the 21st-century society that we live in today. We must use our 21st-century literary knowledge to learn, discover, share and grow.

 

 "THOUGH THE 21ST CENTURY

 LITERATURES FROM THE PHILIPPINES

 AND THE WORLD, 
WE CREATE INNOVATIONS"

-RICA MAE C. CAPACIO                        

Pictures credits: 

- Kofi Annan Quote: “Acquiring literacy is an empowering process, enabling millions to enjoy access to knowledge and information which broade...” (quotefancy.com 

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Digital Picture Story: "Rich People Problem"

     Learning Assessment2: Module 2, Week1-2 Lesson1-2

"Rich People Problem"

By: Kevin Kwan 

"RICH PEOPLE PROBLEMS"
An excerpt by Kevin Kwan 

        Bettina Ortiz y Meña was not accustomed to waiting. A former Miss Venezuela and Miss Universe runner-up, of course, the exceedingly bronzed strawberry blond was these days the wife of Miami autoparts tycoon, Herman Ortiz y Meña, and at every restaurant she chose to grace with her presence, she was always greeted with reverence and whisked to the exact table she desired. Today she wanted the corner table on the terrace at Sip Sip, her favorite lunch spot on Harbor Island. 

         She wanted to sit on one of the comfy orange canvas director’s chairs and stare out at the gently lapping turquoise waters while eating her Kale Caesar salad, but there was a large noisy group taking up the entire terrace and they didn’t seem in much hurry to leave. 

         Bettina fumed as she glared at the tourists happily savoring their lunch in the sun. Look how tacky they were…the woman overly tanned, wrinkled and saggy, none of them properly lifted or botoxed. 

        She felt like walking up to their table and handing out her dermatologist’s business cards. And the men were even worse. All dressed in all rumpled shirts and shorts, wearing those cheap straw hats sold at the trinket shot on Dunmore Street. Why did such people have to come here?

        The three-and-a-half-mile-long paradise with its pristine pink-Sand beaches was one of the best kept secrets in the Caribbean, a haven for the very rich filled with quaint little wood houses painted in shades of sherbet, charmin boutiques, chic oceanfront mansions turned into inns, and five-star restaurants to rival St. Barths. Tourists should have to take a style exam before being allowed to set foot on the Island! Feeling that she had been patient long enough, Bettina stormed into the kitchen, the fringe on her crocheted Pucci caftan top shaking furiously as she made a beeline for the woman with a shock of pixie-cut blond hair manning the main stove. 

         “Julie, honey, what’s the dealio? I’ve waited more than fifteen minutes for my table!” Bettina sighed to the owner of the restaurant.

        “Sorry, Bettina, it’s been one of those days. The party of twelve on the terrace showed up first just before you did,” Julie replied as she handed off a bowl of spicy conch chili to waiting server.

         “But the terrace is your prime spot! Why on earth did you let those tourists take up all that space?” “Well, that tourist in the red fishing cap is the Duke of Glencora. His party just boated over from Windermere – that’s his Royal Huisman you see moored off the coast. Isn’t it the most handsome sailboat you’ve ever seen?”

         “I’m not impressed by big boats,” Bettina huffed, although secretly. She was rather impressed by people with big title. From the kitchen window, she surveyed the party assembled on the terrace with new eyes. These aristo British types were such a strange breed. Sure, they had their Savile Row suits and their heirloom tiaras, but when they traveled, they looked so painfully frumpy. 

         It was only then that Bettina noticed three tan, well-built men in fitted white T-shirts and black Kevlar pants sitting at the adjacent table. The guys weren’t eating but sat watchfully, sipping glasses of seltzer water. “I assume that’s the duke’s security detail? 

         They couldn’t be more obvious! Don’t they know that we’re all billionaires here on Briland, and this isn’t how we roll?” Bettina tutted. 

        “Actually, those bodyguards belong to the duke’s special guest. They did a whole sweep of the restaurant before the party arrived. They even searched my walk-in freezer. See that Chinese fellow seated at the end of the table?” 

         Bettina squinted through her Dior Extase sunglasses at the portly, balding, seventy-something Asian man dressed in a nondescript white short-sleeved golf shirt and gray trousers. “Oh, I didn’t even notice him! Am I supposed to know who he is?”

 That’s Alfred Shang, Julie said in a hushed tone. 

            Bettina giggled. “He looks like their chauffeur. Doesn’t he look like that guy that use to drive Jane Wyman around in Falcon Crest?”

             Julie, who was trying to focus on searing a cut of tuna to perfection, shook her head a tight-lipped smile. “From what I hear, that chauffeur is the most powerful man in Asia.”

         “What’s his name again?”

Two-stanza Poem Using Visual Imagery

 

            EVALUATION: Q1 W4, M3- Lesson 1  

"Summer"

BY: RICA MAE C. CAPACIO

STEM 12 B-INFINITY 

 I miss Summer, 

Where every moment is full of laughter, 

Where the children could play like a runner, 

Under the clear blue sky and the sun that shines brighter,

 I miss summer, 

Where families would gather, 

Going outings and bond together,

 How I wish I could bring back summer.

           

                 Picture credits to: 

                                            -children playing in the sun - Bing images

Elements of short story: "Rich People Problem"

 

30-Word Story 3-Panel Comic

 

      

         Learning Assessment: Q2 M1W2- 3L1-2

"I FINALLY MET MY IDOL"

By: Rica Mae C. Capacio 

            

30-WORD STORY: 

There stood a gorgeous man.

I shouted, "Saranghae!"

He replied with his killer smile.

A familiar annoying sound played.

He bid Good Bye. It's a dream . . .

Dream that won't come true.

3-PANEL COMIC

Digital Picture Story: "Jake" by: Jim Bartlett

 

"Jake" by: Jim Bartlett

        Jake’s eyes snap open, and he quickly turns to the side. But like his aching heart, the spot where Max always sat on the couch remains empty. He takes in a long, deep breath – really more of a sigh – and squeezes his eyes closed, hoping that by slipping into the darkness of a nap, he will temporarily mask his sorrow.

        For fifteen years they were inseparable. Always side by side. The walks on the beach with the gentle waves calling, the seagulls cawing. All those hikes on the trail where the trees canopied over like arches, wrapping them in a soft cool shade on a hot sunny day. Even just a ride to the grocery store for something Martha may have forgotten, they always went together.

        Though he knows that in some ways he should be thankful for just having their time together – those moments forever etched in his heart – and that the sickness took Max quickly rather than dragging out the pain for weeks, maybe even months, he still feels cheated. That somehow he is missing years that could have been.

        Unable to sleep, he looks around the all too empty room, letting his gaze fall upon the leash, which still hangs from the peg by the door. It seems to wait patiently, ever ready for that next big adventure. As his eyes well up, he realizes for the first time how much his grief weighs, how hard it is to even rise with such a heaviness inside.

        t is then he hears a shuffle from behind and turns to see Martha standing in the doorway, her shoulder resting against the frame.

        “I thought you might be in here,” she says. She looks down at him for only a moment before her stare drifts to the couch. “I miss him, too, Jake. More than you’ll ever know.”

        There’s a faraway melancholy tone to her voice, but he knows that her heart, like his, has a hole too big to fill. His head drops and he gives off another long sigh, which seems to prompt her to come over and kneel down onto the carpet beside him. She slides a hand under his chin and lifts it up, then tucks back his long, floppy ears, such that their teary eyes can meet.

        “I guess you do know, don’t you, Jake.”

The Ants and the Grasshopper

The Ants and the Grasshopper 

            The Grasshopper spends his summer singing and dancing, while a team of Ants has worked hard all summer collecting food for the winter. He doesn’t understand why the Ants work so hard. When the winter comes, the Grasshopper finds himself dying of hunger and sees the ants serving up food to survive. He, then understands why the Ants were working so hard.

 The Lesson of the story:

         There’s a time for work and a time for play! Just because you don’t think something is important right now, doesn’t mean you should ignore it or put it off. It’s okay to have fun, but make sure your work is done before! Always be prepared for what’s ahead!

Credits:

• video of the ants and the grasshopper: https://youtu.be/N3J0XLhQZl4 
• background music: https://youtu.be/I28qkBLkomw

Additional Activity: "sinigang" ACT IT OUT!

 

" SINIGANG "
By: Marie Aubrey Villaceran

        Characters: Liza, Tita Loleng, Sylvia

"Part of the story”

“So, what happened?”

She had finally decided to ask the question. I had been wondering how long my Tita Loleng could contain her curiosity.

I continued to pick out tomatoes for the sinigang we were to have for dinner. I wasn’t usually the one who assisted my aunt with the cooking. She preferred my younger sister, Meg, for I knew far less in this area—not having the aptitude, or the interest, I guess—for remembering recipes. That didn’t matter today, though. This time, Tita Loleng wanted more than just an extra pair of hands in the kitchen.

“Nothing much,” I answered offhandedly. “We did what people usually do during funerals.” I reminded myself to tread carefully with her. Though I did not really feel like talking, I could not tell her off for she took offense rather easily.

I put the tomatoes in the small palanggana, careful not to bruise their delicate skin, and carried them to the sink.

“Did you meet…her?” Tita Loleng asked.

There came to me a memory of sitting in one of the smaller narra sofas in the living room in Bulacan. I faced a smooth white coffin whose corners bore gold-plated figures of cherubs framed by elaborate swirls resembling thick, curling vines. Two golden candelabras, each supporting three rows of high-wattage electric candles, flanked the coffin and seared the white kalachuchi in the funeral wreaths, causing the flowers to release more of their heady scent before they wilted prematurely. Through an open doorway, I could see into the next room where a few unfamiliar faces held murmured conversations above their coffee cups.

“Are you Liza?” A woman beside me suddenly asked.

I was surprised, for I had not heard anyone approaching. Most of the mourners preferred to stay out on the veranda for fear that the heat from the lights might also cause them to wither.

I looked up slowly: long, slim feet with mauve-painted toenails that peeked through the opening of a pair of scruffy-looking slippers; smooth legs unmarred by swollen veins or scars—so unlike the spider-veined legs of my mom—encased in a black, pencil-cut skirt; a white blouse with its sleeves too long for the wearer, causing the extra fabric to bunch around the cuffs; a slim neck whose skin sagged just a little bit; and a pale face that seemed like it had not experienced sleep in days. The woman looked to me like she was in her forties—the same age as my mother.

“Yes,” I had answered that woman—the same answer I now gave to Tita Loleng.

I gently spilled out all the tomatoes into the sink and turned on the tap. The water, like agua bendita, cleansed each tomato of the grime from its origins.

“What did she tell you?” Tita Loleng asked.

“Nothing much. She told me who she was.”

“What did she look like?”

“She’s pretty, I guess.”

She was. She looked like she had Indian blood with her sharp nose and deep-set eyes thickly bordered by long lashes. Just like Mom, she still maintained a slim figure though she already had children. The woman, upon seeing my curious stare, had explained, “I am Sylvia.”

All my muscles tensed upon hearing her name. It took all my self-control to outwardly remain calm and simply raise an eyebrow.

My reaction caused a range of emotion to cross the woman’s face before it finally crumbled and gave way to tears. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand from where it had been resting on the arm of the sofa. Her own hands were damp and sticky with sweat. She knelt in front of me—a sinner confessing before a priest so he could wash away the dirt from her past.

But I was not a priest. I looked down at her and my face remained impassive.

When her weeping had subsided, she raised her head and looked at me. “Everyone makes mistakes, Liza.” Her eyes begged for understanding.

It was a line straight out of a Filipino soap opera. I had a feeling that the whole situation was a scene from a very bad melodrama I was watching. I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the spectacle unfolding in this living room, but it was as if an invisible director had banned all but the actors from the set. Except for us, not a soul could be seen.

I wanted Sylvia to free my hand so I nodded and pretended to understand. Apparently convinced, she let go and, to my shock, suddenly hugged me tight. My nose wrinkled as the pungent mix of heavy perfume and sweat assailed me. I wanted to scream at her to let go but I did not move away.

“Hmm, I think they’re washed enough na.” Tita Loleng said.

Turning off the tap, I placed the tomatoes inside the basin once more. Then, as an afterthought, I told my Tita, “I don’t think she is as pretty as Mom, though.”

Tita Loleng nodded understandingly. She gestured for me to place the basin on the table where she already had the knives and chopping board ready.

Activity 2- BLOG: Moral Values of the Short Story "Sinigang"

 

Activity 2: BLOG Week7, Module5, Lesson 1

"Moral Values and Impact of the Short Story SINIGANG"

 by: Marie Aubrey Villaceran

         In our life, we face different problems, and a lot of unexpected things happens. In these past experiences, we can learn and know more about life. It opens our eyes to see things clearly from different angles, which helps us to grow into a better person in the future. The short story created by Marie Aubrey Villaceran gave me a lot of moral value, in life, in a family, and as a person. 

        The first moral value that I learned about is that “Everyone makes mistakes,” as human beings, we are not born perfect we have different flaws, and we make bad decisions in life. Despite these imperfections, we should learn how to reflect on our past mistakes or decisions in life. Remember, it is never too late to change or to make the right decisions. If we want to change, we can if we are willing enough to rebuild or fix the problems that we created. 

        The second moral value that I learned about is that “we should learn how to accept things as they are” we can never go back in the past to change the things that we regret in the present. So all that we can do is to finally accept those things and live in the present. Just like in the saying “Past is Past” we all should learn how to let go of the things that are stopping us from living our lives free of guilt, anger, etc. 

        The third moral value I learned from the story is that "we should learn self-control”. Just like in the story sinigang where Liza is facing someone that she’s not on good terms with but, she held herself together and acted right according to the situation. We will face difficulties like problems and bad situations in life. But, we should still behave and think right. As a student or a person, we should be mindful of our actions. Even if we are in a situation we can't handle we should still remember to respect and don't act recklessly. 

        he fourth moral value that I learned is that “forgiving and forgetting is a process,” some people find it hard to forgive. But they never forget while other people choose to do both. As for the short story Sinigang, it doesn’t show if Liza finally forgives her father, but in the end, it includes her imagining the old times where her family is still complete and happy eating together. I think that this part depicts that Liza is slowly forgiving her father. For me, we all should learn how to forgive. Even though forgiving takes time the freedom that it gives to our heart and mind is worth it. Forgiving is like freeing ourselves from the past. We all go through different healing processes and stages we only need to go to the flow, and you’ll just know if you’re ready to forgive.  

        The fifth moral value that I learned is that “honesty, love, and faithfulness is important in any relationship” we all should learn how to be contented, and appreciate the things that we have, especially in any relationship. Trust is hard to gain that's why we should never break them, or else you have to rebuild it again or lose it completely. 

        The sixth and last moral value that I learned is that “in a family, it is important to create a good environment for our children” because a family has a great impact on a child’s life. The family is the one that helps their child grow, so if a child is just like Liza grows into a broken, family it will lead to a big gap between the parent and the child. As the time goes by, the gap becomes bigger until the parent and the child are just like a stranger to each other. A parent and a child’s relationship are important, especially to the children, because they need guidance and a parent who will support them and give them the unconditional love that they deserve. 

        All in all, the short story has a lot of moral values to share with its readers. As a 21st student, I can use these moral values, which I learned to be better and know more about life because I believe that every experience is a lesson that we can use as a stepping stone in achieving a bright future equipped with the right values and knowledge that we can further enhance and use in facing the problems and life challenges that might come into us. As students, we are still young, and we still have a lot of mountains to climb. So, through these moral values that we get from the short story sinigang. We can these as a guide on what to do or how to handle specific problems such as forgiving, understanding, accepting, etc.  

EVALUATION VLOG "home of the ashfall" by: John Jack Wigley

EVALUATION: 

EVALUATION (Week no.5, Module no.4, Lesson 1 )

“MULTIMEDIA MAKES STUDYING LITERATURE MORE EXCITING AND MEANINGFUL”

• What is multimedia???

   

     Multimedia has different functions and types. It can have different forms and can be represented through video, animation, and audio. It is where information is transmitted through digital use. Multimedia has been a good tool for students as a medium for studying. It helps us, students, to access and gain more knowledge about different literary works. It gives us the privilege to transmit or acquire any information we need to improve our understanding and interpretation of different literary texts. It makes our studying more exciting and meaning full because of the diverse information and knowledge that multimedia gives us.

        Multimedia has different formats that we can use to interpret the different literary texts. The first one is mind mapping, which uses digital tools in creating a map where we include information and ideas that we know to analyze or come up with another idea explaining text that we want to understand. Secondly, a blog is where we students can put our opinions, ideas, and information that we want to share with other people through the internet and different media. The third is slideshow presentation, we can use applications like PowerPoint where it contains short information that is important and presented through slides. The fourth one is video, a type or form of multimedia that students like myself can use to record or broadcast information and watch moving visuals that we can access by using digital tools. The fifth is mobile text Tula, a poem sent through messages that has a certain number of syllables and lines. Finally, a tag cloud that's used to describe a subject or context on different media such as blogs, websites, etc.

  

    In conclusion, multimedia has been a great part of today's education of a lot of students when it comes to studying literature. Through those different multimedia forms and the internet, students are able to gain and give more information and knowledge about the various genres or literary texts.   

      

Pictures credits to:

• www.bing.com 
• www.google.com 
• https://harbinger-systems.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Services-learning-2-        1500x703.jpg
  
• multimedia sharing - Bing images
• Multimedia Design - Bing images

"MANGA, DOODLE FICTION AND GRAPHIC NOVELS"

   

         Doodle Fiction, Manga, and Graphic Novel uses drawings and written words. They can be found online and can be published in digital or in printed media. They use elements such as point-of-views, flashback, foreshadowing, different genres, and metaphor.  In terms of structure, doodle fiction, manga and graphic novels uses panels to separate scenes.

    Doodle fiction are hand drawn pictures and writings. Shows both text and pictures just like in articles. It follows a novel or story book type of narration. Doodle fiction uses numerous elements that are incorporated to the drawings and uses traditional font. The sketches are simple, has hand written elements and could be colored or black and white. An example of doodle fiction is the diary of a wimpy kid and stickman odyssey. 

    

        Manga uses Japanese art style and is drawn in black and white. It is written and read from left to right. The graphic onomatopoeia expresses auditory and tactile information. It indicates elements like Japanese culture, traditions and etc. An example of manga are the manga of "Toilet-bound Hanako-kun" and "Detective Conan" 

    Graphic novel is drawn and written in comic book format. The story is told using the combination of words and pictures and it is read from left to right. It uses American art style and is usually has color. An example of a graphic novel are the graphic novel entitled "True Beauty", "The First Night With the Duke" and "Freaking Romance".

    

        In conclusion, doodle fiction, manga and graphic novels are just the same with each other the only difference are the way they are drawn and written. They all wanted to tell a story and uses different genres and elements to produce a good literary work that will entertain people. 

The Sun and the Moon