Concept Paper for Photocopier and Printer in Senior High School

Photocopies is a machine that makes copies of documents and other visual images imto paper or plastic film quickly and cheeply. While printer is a peripheral device which makes a persistent representation of graphics or texts on paper. These two machines are very important to students nowadays.
Most of the days, students especially senior high have to make and submit reports that needs to be printed and reproduced. But the problem is the distance from the school to the internet cafe is time and money consuming for it is too far from each other.
Acc. To Rob Binns, schools need photocopiers. Whether it’s for printing worksheets in the classroom or copying student documents in the office, good photocopiers are essential but good photocopiers for schools can also be expensive – especially if you’re making hundreds of copies a day. A photocopier plays an important role in every school. Without a photocopier is difficult to do small woks which are done in a minute. Without Copier Machine the school is incomplete. The photocopier machine is a vital need for all the school, it not only used to allow you to finish your work in time but they save you cash. These machines have a unique photocopying technology that allows you to generate more and more copies of a single file promptly and economically.
Speed rate is one of the most foremost reasons why there are a whole heap of offices that utilize photocopiers on lease at this present time. Producing tons of copies will just be a button pushes away if you use photocopiers.
The student researcher would like to help their co – students in Sibonga National High Schoolto have a free printer and photocopier . we would like to have your support in order for this project to be done.

Photocopier has its integral part of a schools daily operations. It helps to automate the process of documentation reproduction. Desktop printers also produce copies a lot faster than usual printers at large quantities
The purpose of free photo copier is to produce school project to save money from the students. Photo copier is the only way to create copies of graphic on text materials through use of either heat, chemicals, elestrotastic on light processes. Also, photocopying is widely used in the education sectors. The purpose of printer in school is to bring any subject matter to life as a physical aid to engage all of the students for a longer period of time, increasing their learning and improving their problem solving and critical thinking capabilities, also its important because its drastically changed the way society evolved. If this school is having this project, its easy to print out their project in order that the students will not be meeting the deadlines. It is good to have this project because some students cannot afford to print out outside, and because it is already present in school and does not need to worry about their efforts , money to go the computer shop just for printing and photocopying.

Most of the students have been negatively experiencing from giving their efforts just to go to the computer shop even if it is too far and the money which is too high to spend for printing or photocopying. Our project or flatform that we want to achieve in this school is to have a printer with photocopier. So, we use facebook as our social media website for the reason that it has a wide range for users and user friendly site. Though this social media website, we can post our purpose in a public manner so that netizens and people can see and feedback it consciously and unconsciously in order for us to have some support in terms of budget needed for the project that we want to implement.

This project barely needs the support financially as for the project will bve implemented. We suggest to have the fund from 50% of the students and 50% from the PTA fund. And if possible to have sponsors much better. We also accept donations so as we post informations about this project.
People is free to open up or to donate any amount. Once the printer and the photocopier is visible inside the campus the Senior High School will be able to use it. If the school is able to provide ink, students will just only have to provide a bondpaper for their print out, but if not, we would ask a payment in every print (1 peso per per word document only, and 3 pesos if there are only pictures in their document.

Contact Information
jancorrineenad@gmail.com

R E V E R S E // P O E T R Y

Gusto ko nang bumitaw;
Iwaglit mo sa iyong isipan na
Mahal kita,
Dahil—
Napagod na ako’t nawalan na ng gana
Huwag mong iisiping—
Ikaw lang ang nilalaman nitong puso;
Wala ng iba,
Dahil iyon ay isang kasinungalingan
May mas hihigit pa sa’yo
Wag kang maniwalang
Ako’y mananatili at maghihintay sa’yo
Hindi!

This is not the first time that I’m trying to write a reverse poetry but this is the first time I finished one.

PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH MY HEART

If you love me, like you tell me
Please be careful with my heart
You can take it, just don’t break it
Or my world will fall apart
You are my first romance, and I’m willing to take a chance
That til life is through, I’ll still be loving you
I will be true to you, just a promise from you will do
From the very start, please be careful with my heart

I love you and you know I do
There’ll be no one else for me
Promise I’ll be always true, for the world and all to see
Love has heard some lies softly spoken
And I have had my heart badly broken
I’ve been burned and I’ve been hurt before
So I know just how you feel, trust my love is real for you
I’ll be gentle with your heart, I’ll caress it like the morning dew
I’ll be right beside you forever
I won’t let our world fall apart
From the very start, I’ll be careful with your heart

You are my first (and you are my last) romance
And I’m willing to take a chance (I’ve learned from the past)
That til life is through, I’ll still be loving you
I will be true to you (only to you)
Just a promise from you will do
From the very start (from the very start)
From the very start (from the very start)
Please be careful with (I’ll be careful with)
(Your) (my) heart

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Everyday, we are facing different obstacles
May it one, two or eight like octopus’ tentacles
This day is no different;
We are going to accept the challenge and we are going to surpass it.

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THE CANDLES THAT LIGHT UP MY WAY

Adik by Carlo Hornilla
Ang Boyfriend Kong Writer by Beverly Cumla

People often asked me,
“You’re so drawn in writing poetries, what made you into a writer?”
The right question must be,
“Who made you to write?”
I mean, I don’t really consider myself as a poet or a writer because I know for a fact that I’m just a beginner in this field and still there are more learnings I need to learn.

I wrote poems, because I have so much thoughts that I wanna say but I really can’t- I don’t have the courage to say it, so I paved a way in order for me to express them little by little through poetry.

The persons in the videos above were the people whom I owe a lot. They may not know me personally, they may not know that I exist but I, myself knew that they influenced me in writing/telling poems.

MOM

The sirens of the ambulance were heard;
It was loud- deafening
A woman was in there, struggling to keep alive;
So that she could bring you to this world
She carried you for nine months;
Felt excited when you kicked
Can’t wait for the day she’ll see you smile
Praying to God you’ll be born healthy and not to be sick
You grow instantly
You’re in the age now where pain, confusion, stress, temptation were present
You wanna get that love of a boy so bad
Yet you don’t know how to handle that lad
Mom’s yearning for your wings to be flaunt
So that you can fly so high
For she desires to see her one and only princess reaching her dreams till the sky
She reprimanded you- not to rush things
You tend to ignore her advice
Saying, you know what you’re doing and all she’s telling were lies;
Did you see the tears in her eyes?
She won’t allow you to get hurt, not in her watch- never
All she wanted was for you to be happy, to be by your side in all times
But her time is fleeting;
Yet no one noticed that it’s happening
Years had passed, thankfully all her her sacrifices paid off
You passed college, got a degree and a stable work
Wearing a ring- you’re getting married!
To the one that God allowed to be with you forever
There, mom’s happy- very happy
She maid her little princess into a lady that was once been stubborn,
Into a woman, who now understands everything about life
And now to be a queen, who has a golden crown with all the things her mother had taught her
A golden-crowned-queen who’s not a royalty, but a queen who can be like her mother when it comes to raising a family.

Gusto kong magwala
Gusto kong magmura
Pero wala rin naman iyong magagawa
Dahil hindi na niyon maibabalik ang lahat na nawala

Binigay niya sa’tin lahat ng kailangan natin- libre
Mula sa hangin na sariwa noong una, ngunit ating dinumihan
Sa mga puno na sagana, ngunit ating pinutol at pinagkakitaan
Sa tubig na malinaw at nag-uumapaw ngunit ating pinabayaan

Hanggang siya ay napagod;
Hindi na kinaya ang kababuyang dala ng mga sakim na tao
Tapon dito, tapon doon- hindi man lamang inisip ang epekto niyon
Ngayon ay gumaganti na siya, ibinabalik na sa atin ang mga kalapastanganang nagawa

Kumusta naman?
Nakakapanginig ba ng kalamnan?
Lumingon ka! Tingnan mo ang iyong kapaligiran
Nagugustuhan mo ba ang iyong nakikita?

Basura, napakaraming basura na sa sobrang dami kaya ka nang lunurin at ika’y mawawala
Napakainit na ng panahon, na kahit alas syete pa lang ng umaga, nagluluto ka pa lang ng almusal, luto ka na rin
Mausok, na aakalain mong isang lugar para sa mga nagtitinda ng inihaw
Putik, maduming tubig sa tuwing umuulan- dahil senemento na lahat ng daan at wala ng mga punong makakapitan

Nakakapanghinayang hindi ba?
Ano ba ang ating mga nagawa?
Tila ba tayo’y nabigo sa pag-aalaga sa kaniya
Sumobra yata tayo, naging abusado;
Nagkulang din tayo, nagkulang na tingnan ang kalagayan niya, ni hindi natin naisip na isang araw pwede siyang maubos, masira at tuluyan
nang mawala

Sa lahat nang nangyayari ngayon, nagising na ba tayo?
Dapat magising na tayo!
Itong mundo lamang na ito ang ating natatanging tirahan
Kung makakapagsalita lamang ang Inang Kalikasan, marahil siya ay nagmamakaawa na’t nagsusumamo
Kapwa ko naninirahan sa mundong ito; umaksyon na tayo
Hindi pa naman siguro huli ang lahat upang ang mga mali ay ating itama
At unahin naman ang kapakanan ng mundo

Huwag nang magtulakan sa kung sino ang may pananagutan
Tayong lahat ay responsable sa nasabing kapabayaan
Ang magagawa lamang natin ngayon ay ang magtulungan
Magkaroon ng displina, pananagutan at pagmamahal sa ating kalikasan

WHO AM I?

At the age of 17, I’ve been called by so many names
People around me has this habit of putting labels on me like a sash
Treating me poorly as if I am a trash
With so many names being linked on me, who am I really?
They called me a “whore” for I am stripping myself naked through writing poetries;
Someone labeled me “fake” for I smile even though I’m in pain
Another one said that I am “evil” for cutting people out of my life- not knowing my reasons for doing so
“Boastful” they say, for I am so proud about the people that stays with me through thick and thin
Once, I am accused by my classmate for being competitive just because I refused giving my answers to her
Do you know why I refused that day? Because I want you to learn to be on your own and not to depend on others; but you took it the wrong way, and I’m the one to apologize
Most of you are secretly whispering “I hate her” under your breaths, and I want you to know that I already knew it and I’m not going to buy it
They say, “the people around you are your mirrors”;
Are they really my mirrors?
What’s that supposed to mean?
Mirrors supposed to reflect the doings of the other, right?
But why are there scowls on their faces while I’m smiling?
Happiness in their eyes, while tears on mine?
The warmth of the acceptance, while I’m being masked by the coldness of rejection?
With the names you’re calling me
Hitting me everyday with the reality;
That I am an abomination on this society
Does it make y’all happy?
I have a name, but you christened me with those filthy words
I gave y’all the love I can give, and all I’ve got are the stares and hands- pushing me to the edge
Now, I am at the front of the mirror;
Looking at the girl, with a question running in her head, ” WHO AM I?”

Hello, everyone! I am Jan Corrine Enad, grade 12 HUMSS student of Sibonga National High School. Here lies my unsaid thoughts. I hope you’ll like and follow my blog! Stay tuned!

YOU DIDN’T LIKE AT ALL

I wanna write you a song
But you want me to sing it for you; for you want a singer and not a composer
I wanna write you a poem
But you want me to recite it in front of you; for you want a speaker and not a writer

Now, I wanna sing you a song;
Recite you a poem
Hoping you would chose and accept me this time
Then, I realized, it’s not about me- being a composer or a writer;
It’s about ME- you didn’t like at all.

HOW I MET HIM

Let me tell you a story;
A story of how I met him
How I met the person who has a mind of a philosopher, a soul of a warrior and a heart of gold

He’s there, sitting, talking with his friend;
Seat located at the very far end
He had this pineapple styled haircut
Looks like his barber made a shortcut

Then, he looked at my direction
I don’t know if I should smile, wave or say hi
So I did what I think the best thing to do that day;
And that’s to look away and ignore him

Years passed by in a blink of an eye
We’re now friends, setting our goals and aiming high
He’s still the aloof one
Always being in the corner as if he’s done

When he’s not around, I always looked for him
Even in the days he had a crush with a girl named Kim
I still looked for him, looking for him and will look for him;
From a distance, from a far- where the lights are dim

A day came that we both realized
There’s a feeling in us for each other that keeps growing
Yet, we ignored it for we are afraid on where it is going;
But still, we never let go on each other’s hand, continuing the journey of discovering what we really have- some may call it a crush, infantuation, and I called it love

The story of how we met isn’t a-fairytale-type of story
Where there is a girl who needs to be saved by a prince and then will live happily ever after

But rather, a story of a girl and a boy- not knowing what love is but later on found it’s meaning for they are together through thick and thin from the beginning.

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