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BSP9-Persuade with Power
Title: Seek and you shall find
Time: 5~7 minutes
Dama mo ang kada palo ng orasan. Tik tak tik tak tik tak.
Minsan pakiramdam mo para kang time bomb na sasabog nalang.
‘Twing may reunion, itatanong sayo, “trenta ka na wala ka pang asawa?”
‘Twing may ikakasal naman ang sasabihin nila, “Uyyy, susunod na sya…”
Yung pinsan mo na noon baby pa, ikaw dalaga na.
Ngayon may baby na, ikaw dalaga pa.
Napag-iiwanan ka na ba?
Bilyong bilyong tao sa mundo, gaano nga ba kalaki ang chance na at least isa dyan, nakalaan para sayo?
Ayon sa Philippine Statistic Authority, mayroong one hundred four point ninety two milyong tao daw sa Pilipinas. Fifty two point eighty eight million dyan, lalaki. Kung ang target mo ay mula thirty hanggang thirty nine years old, seven point nineteen million. Ang single dyan, three point thirty seven million. Ganyan karami ang choices mo.
Nasa lipunan tayo kung saan tinuruan tayong maghintay at maniwalang kung nakatakda, mangyayari. Kung ukol, bubukol. Na ang tunay na pag-ibig, sa tamang panahon ay ihuhulog lang ng langit kahit wala kang ginagawa.
Bakit nga naman hindi? Si Snow White nga, kumain lang ng mansanas at si Cinderella, nag-iwan lang ng sapatos, pagkatapos, boom! Nakatagpo sila ng Prince Charming.
Nakakatawa na t’wing bibili tayo ng gadget, mag reresearch tayo. Magbabasa ng reviews para sa magandang model. Hihingi ng recommendations sa mga kaibigan at kakilala naten. At bibisita ng napakaraming gadget stores hanggang sa mahanap naten ang gadget na fit para saten.
Pero sa paghahanap ng taong makakasama naten habang buhay, handa tayong saluhin ang unang jerk na ibato saten ng tadhana. Hindi ba walang sense?
Sa libro ni Bo Sanchez na “How to find your One True Love,” sinabi nya na isa sa mga paraan para ma-attract ang One True Love mo ay ang pagiging responsable sa paghahanap nito.
Huwag mong iasa sa langit. Huwag mong iasa sa kapalaran. Huwag mo iasa sa mga bituwin. Sa parehong hindi mo iaasa lang sa langit ang pagtupad sa mga pangarap mo o ang paghahanap ng paraan para mabayaran mo ang mga bills mo.
Pero, teka, kung ako ang maghahanap, paano kung hindi si “the One” yung matagpuan ko?
Na brainwash tayo ng lipunan sa konsepto ng “the One”. Destiny. Tadhana. Na may iisang tao-IISA LANG-na nakatakda para satin.
Pitong biyong tao sa mundo, gaano naman kalaki ang chance na matagpuan mo ang “the One” na yan? One in Seven billion. Mas malaki pa ang chance mong tamaan ng kidlat o manalo sa lotto.
Hindi ko alam kung ano ang paniniwala mo, pero naniniwala akong kung totoong may Diyos na lumikha ng lahat, isa syang tagapaglikhang mapagbigay. Pinuno Nya ang mundo ng napakaraming biyaya. Binigyan Nya tayo ng iba’t ibang uri ng puno, halaman at hayop para marami tayong pagpipilian. So, bakit Nya lilimitahan sa iisa ang pagpipilian natin pagdating sa taong makakasama natin sa buhay? Naniniwala ako na marami posibleng maging “the One.”
So, kung hindi iisa ang “the One” at may three point thirty seven million kang pagpipilian, ibig sabihin ba magiging madali lang ang lahat? Uhm… hindi rin.
Si Oliver Emberton, sa kanyang blog ay nagbigay nag formula para sa dating success.
Dating success = Jellybeans x awesome
Isa isahin naten.
Kunyari may isang garapon na pupunuin mo ng limang daan na pink jellybeans at limang daan blue jellybeans. Gaya ng karaniwang social circle, hindi gaanong mahahalo ang mga pink at blue jellybeans. Isa ka sa jellybeans na yan at kailangan mong makihalo, makihalubilo, dahil ito daw ang multiplier ng dating success mo.
Multiplier. Kasi mayroon ka nang magandang produkto, sarili mo. Kailangan mo lang iharap ito sa mga potential buyers. O sa kasong to, potential partners. So, mix up.
Ang sumunod ay Awesome.
Posibleng merong mga tao na mas attractive kesa sayo, pero ibig sabihin ba, wala ka nang magagawa tungkol dito?
Sabi ni Oliver Emberton, “make a life that’s awesome”. Kapag awesome daw ang buhay mo, tumataas ang attractiveness mo.
Maraming taong single ang nagtataka kung bakit nananatili silang single. Magaganda naman sila, matatalino, mabubuting tao.
Karamihan sa mga single na ito ay ginugugol ang bawat weekend nila sa harap ng TV. Paminsan minsan, tatayo sila papuntang ref. Tapos babalik sa harap ng TV. Ref TV Ref TV. Kailangan nilang ma-realize na sa pagitan ng ref at TV, walang masyadong potential partners dun. Kailangan mong palawakin ang mundo mo. Gawin mong awesome ang buhay mo.
Mag volunteer, sumali sa mga clubs, sa Toastmasters. Matuto ng bagong sports o di kaya ibang languages. Sa ganitong paraan, parehas mong mami-mix ang jellybeans at makakagawa ka rin ng buhay na awesome. Karamihan sa mga kakilala ko ay nakilala ang naging partner nila sa buhay sa mga ganitong klaseng activities.
Tandaan mo, may magagawa ka para sa kinabukasan ng sarili mong love life. “Seek and you shall find,” sabi nga sa bible.
Kapwa Toastmasters at mga panauhin, ang pagpili ng taong makakasama naten sa buhay ay isa sa pinakamahalagang desisyon gagawin natin. Huwag naten itong ipaubaya sa tadhana, huwag naten tong isa walang bahala. Dahil ang mga bagay na mahalaga, pinag-iisipan, pinagpaplanuhan, at kung sakaling hindi mo pa natatagpuan, hinahanap.
This speech lacks coherence, but for some reason, I ended up the best prepared speaker that night.
the GE who was a law student said gusto nya daw ako kasuhan for having so many english words for my supposedly filipino speech. lel.
So long as my audience is happy, then im happy. im just so glad bsp9 is done and over with. wooohooo! Plus, this is my first (and maybe, only) speech in tagalog.
bsp10 na lang. pero saka ko na siguro to pro-problemahin.
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Written by cinderellaareus at 10:59 AM.
It feels like ages since i wrote my last speech project. I sort of like this one. i had mentor check it already and i already applied his suggestions except on the nick carter part.
BSP4- How to say it
Title: The pristine glass I broke
Time: 5~7 minutes
A quote by Mitch Albom said, “All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
Well, my story was a little different.
I met the first man in my life on the night I was born. With all gentleness in the world, he held me in his arms.
“From this day forward, I will protect you,” he said.
He was my shield. He was Dad.
Then, I grew up a bit. This same man filled my life with colors, stories, and songs. With one stroke from his hands, he drew wonders. With his words, he transported me into different places. Through him, I met kings, warriors and, dragons; Bugs Bunny, Donald Duck, and Mickey Mouse.
He was my Disney Land. He was Dad.
Shortly, I grew up some more. Dad then added riddles, numbers, and scientific facts in my world of words and colors. He combined rationality to my creativity for me to reach my full potential. When he introduced me to arts, he thought me freedom. When he trained me to think, he thought me how to be in control of that freedom. Dad imparted with me wisdom like that of the kings.
He was my Solomon. He was Dad.
The little girl that I was adored dad to bits. For me he was the smartest, the coolest, the most amazing, and all the superlatives the English language can provide. I would rave for him with wild enthusiasm as I would with my favorite rock band. I was his number one fan.
He was my Rockstar. He was Dad.
Soon, years added up to my age. I expanded my world, met people. Suddenly, the superlatives I know were no longer dedicated to just one person. Suddenly, dad’s jokes weren’t so funny anymore. His drawings that I used to imitate didn’t look so nice anymore. Suddenly, Dad didn’t seem to be so wise anymore.
Until I started to question:
“That’s not the right way to spell that, Dad.”
“I think your English is wrong, Dad.”
“What? You don’t know how to solve Calculus, Dad?”
The man fell short of my expectations. I was already an adult then, but the child in me felt betrayed. He was supposed to be the best. It turned out that he wasn’t.
Mitch Albom once said that parents damage their children. Maybe sometimes children damage their parents too.
When I started to lose my confidence with Dad, he started to lose his confidence with himself. When I no longer laughed at his jokes, he stopped giving them. When I stopped praising his drawings, he stopped holding pencils and crayons.
I used to see Dad as a hero. Ironically, I became my own hero’s downfall.
I continued expanding my world. I reached dreams after dreams. I was too engrossed in building a name for myself that forgot what really matters.
I remember it was around 3am when it happened. I was on my way to work. It was still dark when Dad walked me to the bus stop. I was an adult even then, but Dad just wouldn’t let his little girl walk alone in the dark. I remember his voice sounding odd. His face was looking lopsided.
“Dad, are you alright?”
He answered “yes” in a garbled voice.
“Are you sure? Let’s go back home; you’re not well.”
He insisted that I ride the bus and go to work. I would have resisted but didn’t. I was having a meeting with clients then. It would be a perfect venue to show off, so I left Dad.
I later learned that Dad had a stroke. He was sent to the hospital. I left the office and flew right off. I saw him at the emergency room. He had grown tentacles. Tubes were attached all over his body. He was in pain. Dad saw me and went crying. I went crying too. I remember wanting to say so much yet all I managed was “sorry”. For what, I wasn’t sure, maybe for leaving him, maybe for the years of neglect and disrespect. I still don’t know.
After three days in the ICU, and five days in the ward, we managed to get Dad back home. This might be the greatest storm our family had ever faced, but to me, this was one of the best days of my life. I spent time with Dad. We talked. We laughed. I remembered the many things that he was for me when I was young. I realized that the dad that he was, he still is. I felt like I was reconciled with my hero.
My relationship with dad had grown better since then.
Fellow Toastmasters and guests, I believe that parents too are pristine glasses that we hold in our hands. We have the same power to smudge, crack and shatter these glasses so let us be gentler with the ones we hold. We can only have them for a moment. Mend the rift. Bridge the gap. Reconcile with your heroes. When it comes to time, we never know how much we got. Let’s make it count.
Good Evening everyone.
I like the progression and build up of the conflict. I also like how the climax led to the conclusion and the moral in the end. This means you were able to retain the skills from the previous three projects.
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Written by cinderellaareus at 12:06 PM.
this is the speech project im suppose to deliver tonight but since im paos, i was allowed to have it next time nalang. maybe id create an new one kasi i dont like this one so much.
BSP3- Get to the point
Title: The virtue in craziness
Time: 5~7 minutes
"Stop getting involved in politics!"
That was the line of a man named Carlos Celdran when he walked into the Manila Cathedral in his coat and hat, dressed as Jose Rizal, complete with a mustache and all, carrying a placard that said “DAMASO”, in protest against the Catholic Church for opposing the RH Bill. Wasn’t he crazy?
Fellow Toastmasters and guests, when was the last time that you did something crazy for a cause, or a dream, or something that you believe in?
As a Catholic, I cannot say that what Celdran did was good, but I admit it was awesome and I think we need to be more like that.
I will give you three reasons why.
First: Crazy people make history.
Thomas Edison tried to light a light bulb for more than 1000 times. He could’ve stopped at 10th or 100th or 500th, but he went on. And that was crazy.
And then there was Sylvester Stallone. When he wrote the script for Rocky, producers offered to buy it for a price. He didn’t have much money at that time and yet he refused. Why? because he wanted to be the lead actor, but the producers only wanted the script. Because of his resolve, producers relented eventually. He too was crazy.
Then there was Beethoven. We know Beethoven for his great music. He made a lot of famous compositions, 5 of which were made when he was completely deaf. Who in his right mind will continue to create music even when he’s deaf? because Beethoven too was crazy.
Thomas Edison, Sylvester Stallone, Beethoven; we all know who these people are, right?
Because crazy people make history.
Second: Craziness is contagious.
I was in a conference a few years back when I got to hear this young man named Gian Javelona. He was said to be the Steve Jobs of the Philippines. He created an app called Orange app. He said he named it Orange because he wanted to beat Apple.
So when Gian walked into the stage and spoke of his vision of changing the way the world learns through technology, everyone was all ears. Among the audience were professional educators, established businessmen, and probably majority of which were way older and more experienced than Gian was. And yet they believed him.
If a word from a crazy person was bought by another person, doesn’t that make the other person crazy too?
When Gian finished his talk, one person after another stood up to commend him, thank him and most of them expressed their desire to collaborate with him. There was even this one guy who stood up and told Gian, “I want to work with you… for free.” Now there goes another crazy man.
See, craziness is contagious.
Imagine if you can rub your craziness to other people and make them collaborate with you and together do some crazy project that would benefit the world… wouldn’t that be great?
Third: You’d rather die from outrageousness than from boredom.
I’ve seen people every day living like robots. They go to work waiting for it to be over only to do the same process the next day. Sadly, I was one of them. In order to save what was left of my humanity, I resigned from my job. What made it outrageous was that it was the worst time to resign. We just started the construction of our house and dad had just gotten out of the hospital; we were financially drained. So it wasn’t a very wise decision. It was crazy and borderline stupid and I did that all to pursue a dream. What’s even crazier was that I didn’t know what that dream is.
It’s been three years since I’ve left my job to pursue a dream and I haven’t reached it yet. The closest I got to it was that at least now I know what my dream is. Still, there were times when I asked myself if I should just stop all this madness and go back to my life as a robot. But whenever I inch my way even just a tiny step nearer to my dream, it made me feel so much more alive that I feel like maybe I made the right decision after all.
I believe that we human beings were born with a crazy monster inside us. When we were small, the monster was big, that’s why our dreams were wild and crazy when we were young. But the monster gets smaller as we grow older because we were introduced to the word “impossible”. But I believe we need that monster. The world needs that monster. Most of the world’s innovations after all were brought about by crazy individuals who challenged the impossible, did the outrageous and transformed the world into what it is today.
I may not be in the position to talk about success or bringing radical contribution to the society because I am nowhere near that yet. I am just an individual with an average size crazy monster that had gotten me into trouble most of the time. But if someone will ask me if all this craziness was worth it… well, absolutely.
Fellow Toastmasters and guests, how is your crazy monster? If you still have it, nurture it, make it grow, and then, make it serve the world.
I managed to edit this draft just as my mentor had suggested except for the time. I think i might exceed a few seconds over 7 minutes. we're allowed until 30 seconds so i think it'll be ok. i dont like it that much im worried the audience might find it boring. im thinking of just discarding this and create a new one. if you read this draft.. please do send me a feedback. that will greatly help me decide whether to deliver this or not...
thank you thank you!
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Written by cinderellaareus at 03:22 PM.
BSP 2- Organize your speech
Title: Appreciating Detours
Time: 5~7 minutes (I was OVERtime)
You are driving off a destination, suddenly, a road closure; you take a detour.
You are all set with everything all planned out, suddenly, an unforeseen setback; you take a detour.
You are building your dreams with this man. You can see your future together, suddenly, another girl came along; you take a detour.
We don’t like detours. Most of the time we’re in a hurry to get to our destination or reach our goal; why take the longer route if there’s a shorter one? And at times we rigidly plan our lives and we want so much to stick with that plan that we just can’t welcome setbacks… or detours.
But let me tell you the reasons why I believe we should appreciate detours in our lives.
First: You wouldn’t benefit from the fast and easy.
I am on diet 75 percent of the time. I know it doesn’t show. I’ve known Atkins Diet since college. It’s a low carbs diet. With this diet I can shed off 4 kilos in 4 days so that’s 1 kilo per day. It’s the fastest that I’ve ever tried and it’s pretty easy too. With no exercise needed, you can eat anything you want as much as you want so long as you wouldn’t exceed 20 grams of carbs daily. Fast and easy. But you know why Atkins diet wasn’t so effective on me? For that exact same reason; because it’s fast and easy.
Take this week for example.
At the start of this week I was like, “I’ll be having another speech, I have to go on diet.”
Monday: “It’s ok, I still have 4 days, I can lose 4 kilos before Friday, I’ll start tomorrow.”
Tuesday: “Three more days, three kilos will be enough.”
Wednesday: “2 days more, 2 kilos will suffice.”
Thursday: “I still look fine, I’m ok with 1 kilo.”
Friday: “Forget it, I’ll just start next week.”
See? You wouldn’t benefit much from the fast and the easy.
Second: The longer the journey, the longer the preparation.
My best friend was a scholar since high school. She was sponsored by a Japanese priest. Unlike other sponsors, this Japanese priest doesn’t want to make his identity known. But my best friend was still firm on her wish to at least see her sponsor in person. To do this, she needs to go to Japan. After college, she had her chance. She saw a company that sends off employees to Japan. My best friend applied and she was accepted. But before she got hired, she found out that she had a cyst that needs to be removed through surgery and it will take her months to recover from the procedure. Unfortunately, the company could not wait that long. It left her heartbroken.
After surgery she accepted an offer from a different company. After a few years she decided to work in Malaysia. It gave her opportunities and financial resources that after some time she was able to travel to different places in different countries. And just last year, she was able to reach her dream, she went to Japan. It took lots of researching on her part to find her sponsor’s whereabouts but she did. Nine long years after the detour and she finally reached her dream. Do you think it would have been the same if she hadn’t took the detour? I believe that it was the detour that gave her the ability and resources to make her dream happen. It was the detour that gave her the maturity and mental preparedness she needed to turn her dream into reality.
Because detours give us time.
Third: Detours allow us to discover new things and meet people too.
A few years ago, mom and I went to her home town in Surigao. We went there by plane. But on the way back, we were not able to get ticket so we were forced to take a less convenient alternative; we travelled by bus.
It will only take a few hours if you travel by plane. But if by bus, it will take you 2 days and 1 night. It was excruciating. My body felt sore. I felt sticky and stinky. But you know what, I actually enjoyed the ride.
I remember seeing the trees, bridges, towns and communities we passed along the way. I remember the smiles and conversations we shared with the strangers we’ve met at the bus and stop overs. I remember the pot luck dinner we had with these strangers, sharing food and stories as if we’ve known each other for ages.
I remember the RORO boat. I remember the salty breeze of sea air on my face. I remember watching the sky by the dock, and the sea, the jumping fishes. I remember looking down at the sea foam that looked so much like soap bubbles.
I remember the long conversation I had with mom. I remember touching her hands when mine felt cold. I remember resting my head on her shoulder when I felt tired.
Do you think all these would have happened if we had taken the plane instead? Will I see the beautiful things I saw? Will I meet the people I’ve met? Will mom and I talk the way we talked or bonded the way we did? I bet not.
It is good to have a goal. I believe it is imperative to work on achieving one. But we should not forget that the journey is just as important because it is this journey that will mold and transform us to be better people as we walk our way towards our goal.
When I was young, I thought I’m going to be rich and successful by the age of 25. Years after my 25th birthday and my rich and successful self is still nowhere to be found. I sure am having a taste of my own life’s detour. But I’m not in a rush as I intend to take my time and enjoy the journey.
I’d like to end my speech with this wonderful quote from Earnest Hemmingway that says, “It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.”
Good Evening, Everyone.
When i had this speech, crush(now mentor) also had his. When the votes for the best prepared speech were counted, we had the same number of votes. It was a tie. until a member sent her vote which contained crush's name. in the end he won. oh, well..
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Written by cinderellaareus at 03:10 PM.