Kyle Zyra Lazo, PMA Class 2021


Kyle Zyra Lazo

Kyle Zyra Lazo, SAS Ai Scholar Class 2014-15

SAS Ai stands proud of one of its outstanding scholars, Kyle Zyra Lazo, Batch 2014-15. Congratulations Kyle Zyra!

She was admitted to the Philippine Military Academy (PMA), a promising member of PMA Class 2021.

Ms Kyle Zyra was a very disciplined high school student. Her strong suite has always been leadership, team play, a hard driving effort – all traits of a good soldier. She declared early on in the program about her plans to eventually seek a scholarship at PMA and a Congressional commission to serve in the Philippine Armed Forces as a commissioned officer.

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Cadet Lazo’s first photo at PMA

Her dreams came true. She was admitted to PMA.

But before she could outright enroll and register at the military academy, Kyle Zyra had to work very hard to prepare for the very competitive nationwide admissions test that also included a multi-faceted and rigorous physical exertion test culminating in a thorough physical examination.

May 28, 2019. It was incorporation day. Kyle Zyra was formally admitted to the academy on this day and became a proud member of PMA Class 2021.

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Cadet Lazo in full dress uniform

PMA Cadet Lazo, fully attired in her dress uniform, stood at attention by her neatly made up bunk,  awaiting further orders.

Notice the clean, spartan and minimal amenities that furnishes a cadet’s sleeping quarters.

Before the official day of incorporation, and while Kyle Zyra went through the processing phases, she stayed in a transient barracks along with the other cadets. Her family was granted a few minutes every day to visit with her.

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Mr Lazo and Cadet Kyle Zyra Lazo

Here is Mr Lazo (photo at right) visiting with Cadet Kyle Zyra Lazo at the transient barracks. Notice how proudly Mr Lazo stands by his daughter.

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On a Bivouac

A helmeted Kyle Zyra Lazo (left bottom) grinning and enjoying the trek, along with another cadet who participated in a bivouac during her physical training prior to being admitted at the academy.

We at SAS Ai feel privileged to have reached out and extended financial aid to Kyle Zyra Lazo’s high school education – an excellent investment.

We thank our generous donors who believe in and stand by our mission and cause and who support all the kids in the program. We thank our many supporters, benefactors, and volunteers for believing that Education is Freedom. Below photo is Kyle Zyra Lazo’s graduating class of 2014-15. She stands second from the left in the front row.

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(L-R) Front Row:  Leonardjon Buenavista (BOT), Kyle Zyra Lazo, Kristine Joy Cardenas, Kim Shelly Tan, Melvie Legaspina, Melanie P Florentino (SAS Ai President & CEO). (L-R) Back Row:  Albert Bunoan (Fld Ops VP), Everlyn Jamandra, Maiah Genelle Dauz, Mariella Stephanie Tacho (Graduating Class Valedictorian), Rocel Ann Vinluan, Krisha Teodosio, Geraldine Layco, and Tina Laycano (SAS Ai Auditor)

 

Reverie


There were mornings I didn’t want to get up from bed. This was one of those mornings.

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Night Rain

It rained during the night. I fell asleep to the soft, intricate maracas-like sounds of raindrops falling on the co-goon grass roof of our small and humble cottage. The rhythmic sounds were further made into tight percussion riffs by the crickets and night crawlers chirping, by the tiny fruit bats with their syncopated chomping on “kapas-sanglay” fruit, and by the herd of cicadas playing their inebriating kazoo music from the stand of acacia trees.

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Gardenia – Rosal

I woke up to the familiar, musky, animal dropping laced smell of freshly soaked ground – a parched patch of earth that once stood arid and dry for many weeks. The ground percolated and came alive with the rich water infusion, loosening small boulders and clods into mud, awakening the docile earthworms already on the job, laboriously digging, burrowing, all the while leaving round, marble-shaped mud mounds in their wake.

The pervasive scent of flora came from the gardenia, its white blossoms giving out that sweet, unadulterated perfume. Then there were the sweet-sop trees, their branches sagging under the weight of ripening fruit. The guavas, pomelo trees, and goose berries added to the

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Atis – SweetSop

overall garden aroma, accented only by the blooming orchids hanging in their coconut husk nests.

From my cot bed I filled my lungs with healthful rain-cleansed morning air. The spectacular sunrise burst out in splendor lighting up the morning firmament; I wasn’t moved. I just wanted to linger and lounge on my cot bed, wax the grateful dead, oblivious

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Pan de Sal

to life itself and remaining zombie-like.

And so I tarried, half-asleep, but enjoying the smell of freshly brewing roasted-rice coffee. I heard the familiar cry, “Pan de Sal,”… “Pan de Sal,”… the Doppler effect taking over the sound fading into the distance.

The Ice Cream Vendor


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“Scorn ye not man’s humble trade.”

In the oppressive heat he presented a welcome sight. His product, made from fruits in season, tasted delicious and smelled fragrant. He called it “sorbetes,” from the word sorbet or sherbet as I later would learn.

The ice cream cart had bells hung like Christmas ornaments on the three ornately designed covers of the ice cream metal tube containers. From a kilometer away I heard him coming with those brilliant and crisp sounding bells.

Everybody knew everybody in our small town. People knew where they fit in the social and economic strata. The ice cream vendor belonged to the working class. He wasn’t invited to many of the ostentatious social gatherings. He toiled and tried other fruit and nut blends, improving his product with each passing day. Always friendly he smiled and listened to his customers amassing information he used to ultimately improve his ice cream.

The ice cream vendor recently passed away. A short footnote in the local newspaper summarized his brief stay in this world. No names mentioned, just his humble trade that served as his identity. No one noticed his absence from the business square much. As one of his most appreciative customers I most certainly did. His two sons whom he sent through college from his ice cream vending income retired the ice cream cart and opened a bigger ice cream parlor. They franchised their father’s business and expanded it to the three neighboring towns.

Not a bad record of accomplishment for a lowly ice cream vendor. With our active participation, we make society whole. With our lives purposefully lived we make the world go round.