Sunday, March 13, 2016

Confessions of a Fangirl



Confessions of a Fangirl is an article made by Kyla in 2015, published on their English school newspaper, The Genzette, wherein she's the Associate Editor of the said school publication in that year. The article is modified due to typographical errors and to keep up the accuracy of the contents inside for the year 2016.



     Being a fangirl is not easy. You may think it's easy as a, b, c's, but no. Fangirling is a tough job, especially if you're a K-Pop fan. Again, it's a job. I also repeat, it's K-Pop. K-Pop is extremely far from western music you guys usually like. From the language itself, the region it came from and its style of creating music.

     Now that you know it's obviously different from each other, let me show you our "fangirl burdens" through this piece of writing.

     First of all, we face a lot of discrimination struggles whenever we were asked about our favorite genre of music. Yes, we like K-Pop. No, we are not Koreans. That's it, end of story. Why do people have to discourage us about loving K-pop? Is it a big deal if we don't like your fave artist because we love our oppa(s) and eonni(es)? Why do people push us to like artists whom we don't like? We aren't bandwagons and we don't follow it. We stand for what we like and what we don't like. Just because you like this *insert genre of music/artist/band* doesn't mean you have to push people to like them. We have different tastes. Respect everyone's choices if you don't want your idols to be exiled and bashed because you, narrow-minded people. We are extremely powerful than what you think. We can stop you from using your social media accounts by just letting a single hashtag trend for days (if it is actually a serious case). K-pop has various sub-fandoms. Once you attack a certain fan of the group or the group itself, all of the fandoms will join in to defend this certain fan or member. Think before you act.

     Second, we are not racists. How could we be one of your so called "racists", if every single race has a k-pop fan in it? Don't underestimate our ability to influence non-kpop fans because we can turn them to be one of us in a heartbeat. We possess that communication skill. @koralike_ | kairms.blogspot.com

     Third, don't underestimate the capability of a fan to hold emotions; also their brain's memory storage of events, Hangul (Korean writing), and speaking skills. Even if we aren't Koreans, we know how to read and write it. Somehow, we are able to speak Korean words or phrases just like saranghaeyo, jinjja, and eottokhae. We can also stay up to 5:00 AM just to watch a group's comeback music videos such as EXO's "Love Me Right", BTS' "Run", and Seventeen's "Mansae". Take note, we don't watch it once, but we kill the F5 button to break certain views.

     Being a fangirl is a job, with no income. Instead, we are the ones who spend money, handle raging emotions, and keep up a fansite active all at once. Fangirling is a way of life. A life out of the 'feels'of a world too mainstream to understand. Are you one of us?

Monday, March 7, 2016

One Thousand, Ninety-Five



I wrote this article for our essay writing contest in 2015. I didn't win, but my friend from the star section did. It's not that I can't accept their decision that I lost, but I felt insulted, and robbed. They judged my work and accused me of copying it from the internet just because I came from a lower section.



I came from a poor family of 12. We rarely eat three times a day and I haven't lived on a peaceful home. I'm from a broken family and I live with my Mom. I have a younger brother whom lives with my dad. I am the eldest one, and my name is Reah.

Since I was young, father told me that we don't need to go to school anymore; for what's important is how to live by ourselves and that doesn't require to go to school... to waste time, money, and effort-- but by knowing how to plant crops, take care of the livestocks and the rice fields... and I completely disagree with that.

I am an ambitious child. I want to grow with flying colors in order to help my parents to raise ourselves from poverty.  My younger brother lowers my self-esteem to reach my ultimate dream-- to reunite our family and be grateful enough to live together, even I know that it's impossible.

It's 10 o'clock already and I should have slept. It's pitch black yet a burning desire lights up the surroundings. I try to find the missing piece, and my feet guided me towards the dusty library. There, I felt chills flow to my spine seeing the thick pile of books in front of me. I know it's making me to feel the urge to read one, and I did.

I picked a book. I started to scan the pages and decided to read it from the start. I know, I didn't go to school, but my mom told and taught me how to read and write because she told me, "It's one of the basic needs of a human to grow." With that, I read the book; I'm so engrossed that the sun smiled and touched my tan skin, telling me to have some rest. @koralike_ | kairms.blogspot.com

I went back to our home and told Mom about it. She's astounded for she thought no one would ever see her hidden crib; the library, which molded her for years... yet wrecked by a man she thought she dreamt and already read from the book, which is my dad.

She didn't disagree nor prohibit me from reading. She inspired me to read some more and we both talk about the books we both read, claiming we're both 'bibliophiles' and served as our bonding.

Every night, I would go to the library before I doze off to sleep. It feels like I'm filled with ecstatic emotions everytime the book takes me to different places... from forests to seas, from heavens and underworlds; I feel like I'm a different person everytime I'm hooked up on the book.

It became my hobby; a piece of me that I don't regret that I've let in. I've let every quote, every majestic word and thunderstriking plots to consume me. This lasted for 1,095 days... and I made a decision to leave my comfort zone; the library, to explore the wonders of my capabilities and apply those in reality, since I've been fully equipped for half of my life. I went to cities all by myself, leaving Mom my promise that I will rise ourselves from poverty. It's hard and vexatious, but I know I will benefit soon.

Years have passed and I became a writer. I became famous and owned a lot of publishing establishments. My life became an inspiration for today's youths, yet I always say to them that I owe it to the library, my mom, and God. The three of them made me forgot that I came from a poor and broken family. I persevered a lot, and I know Mom and God knows all of these.

I got a surprise call from my Mom telling me that Dad decided to complete our family again. Dad didn't knew the epitome of success I've reached, yet I'm blissful that his mind took the realization of family's importance. I told them about my achievements, and they are dumbfounded of what I've become. Our family decided to live in the city I work, and continued to fill up the empty pieces of myself by having leisure time with them through reading.

I am Reah, and this is real. I may be uneducated, but the books accompanied me to the darkest dilemnas of my life; and it took me 1,095 days to proudly say that in reading, hope springs!

Unlabeled You


Unlabeled You is an article made by The Genzette's Editor-in-Chief, Kyla, for her opinion column, Catharsis, which was published last March 11, 2016. It is her first and last opinion column as she bids goodbye in the school publication. The article states her views and personal experiences during her high school life.


     The section that you belong in doesn't define who you are. Being included in the pilot section doesn't mean that you're already a virtuoso. Being included in the lower section doesn't mean you don't excel. @koralike_ | kairms.blogspot.com

     I came from the star section when I first stepped in high school. It was pressuring for others; yet I don't feel it. Even if we're already loaded with numerous tasks, we still managed to watch movies everyday after class. We'll rent multiple CDs and watch it in our home with my friends. Then the next day, we're the topic of the class. My adviser would sarcastically ask us what the movie plot is all about and if we memorized the characters... and how we keep up being sneaky when going on our way home (because we pass by their house so my adviser knows). Thug life indeed.


     I'm an easy-going person, yet I know my priorities very well. Even if me and my friends just chill out, we can still maintain our grades; pass projects right before the deadline, do assignments, and ace the tests all at once.


     Yet maybe that's the reason why I left that section-- because I really don't belong there... for I hate the pressure the teachers are placing on us and the tension with my classmates going on every single time.


     Since I left that section and went to the lower ones, my perspective really changed. To be honest, there's a lot of geniuses scattered on the lower sections, and they deserve slots in the higher ones. I've met a lot of students who are effortlessly smart; who doesn't even need to review, yet keep on slaying the tests. Some are not that knowledgeable, yet extremely equipped with perseverance, creativity, and talent. On the contrary, not all of the students in the star section are deserved to be called one of those precious stars because of various, evident circumstances they are involved.

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     My theory why they tranquilly excel is that the lower sections aren't shell-shocked. They are given enough time, and they are not obliged to join 'this' and 'that' just because they are labeled to be the greatest, and they have to win as 'best'. But even if there's a lot of smart wizards on the lower sections, they are still labeled as the "incompetent one". Why? Because people love to judge, and there are a lot of people who always claim the spotlight even if it doesn't suit them.


     What vexes me the most is that when people look down to students from lower sections. It's not fair to stereotype a whole group of students based on one person you've seen to perform in a certain (probably poor) way. We are certain individuals. We have different attributes to show. We are all capable of something that others aren't capable to do.


     Students from lower sections aren't immobilized; they can do what the higher sections can do. Sometimes, they can even execute it way better... so why do we lock up these individuals who possesses great talent into a certain room of judgment just because they aren't from section one?

      To be honest, higher sections must feel grateful, for they have the chance to be called as the "best". Yet they should be also grateful for the serene, lower sections because without them, they won't be called like that.

     I speak from my experience as a writer, and a student who came from two types of sections too. I'm an editor-in-chief of The Genzette, and I also came from the lower section, just like the most of you. If I can, I know you can. I didn't let the label inscribed in me for three years to restrain me from doing something I really do with passion, which is writing. Now, I want you to create your own stand, firmly believe and fight for it.



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