Forever touched by a mother...

Out of all, so many people who have inspired me me, I'd say my mother is the one who most inspired me and still continuing to inspire me. I myself, wonder why. But as I thought deeper, I've come to realize that despite all the pain I caused her she still supports me and gives me what I want. From the pain of giving birth that almost killed her, she still smiled after seeing her newly born blood covered daughter.Next was the pain of raising me up. Now I am more amazed of her motherhood. She made the most significant change in my life. From the ragamuffin I was to an educated and still educating-herself girl.Couldn't anybody do it like a mother?Like my mother?

Three Tough days...(mixed feelings)

"Thank God it's Friday!"as what I have always said before, but this time it's alittle different. Well, it's because it's PTC and if you know to yourself you didn't do your best, and you don't know what to expect then you feel tensed. Just like me...After the tension that almost made me pee on my pants it's sadness. Why? don't ask anymore I think you already know why. Then I felt a little down...well wouldn't you be if your mother kept sayin' my pocket books were the source of my low grade in math! Then I felt sleepy. Then I woke up with a smile on my face, after a passionate dream about my longlife crush?(oh dreams always creep me out). Then I felt excited because I am gonna go shopping with my friends... with the purpose of buying my own calculator so I won't have to borrow everytime I need it. Then after buying the calculator that almost emptied my wallet. A feeling of enjoyment, cause we were playing in tom's world with a friend who actually acted a little bit crazy while playing there...After all my happiness in the mall I felt emmbarassment because when I was in Jollibee we were waiting for the order of my friends nut it took so long so I tried to ask the waiter if he could follow -up...ooops!my bad he's a customer also..."oh my gosh sorry po...akala ko po kasi- sorry po" Well I think he was ashamed enough to create a scandal, he just accepted my sincere apology.But afterwards I thought of it as a funny moment.The next day I woke up to wash my clothes,do my assignments clean my room and ofcourse the start of me changing my life.I've always wanted to be a good student It's just...I'm crazy(i think?). Duties...duties...If I were japanese then I could have killed myself accompanied with friends like me in the internet.Luckily I am a Filipino.

Man! washing clothes was hard!!!This was my first time! My hands...my poor hands who would ever like to hold it when I reached my respectable age. No one,I think would love to carress his hands against my thick...rough hands!Well I don't care anymore...today is what I should face together with my hands...my rough hands...Well I feel tired enough to continue typing I still need to do tons more of things!!

Foreign Filipino...are you??

MANILA, Philippines – Residents displaced by the current conflict in Mindanao may be able to get enough food and clothing. But if nobody gives them any stress debriefing, they will to have to cope with the trauma of war for up to 30 years.

I've been watching a lot of war in t.v,hearing a lot of war in the radio and also hear war in the music I listen to. I knew how aweful the things that a war brings to the people affected. Well I honestly fear those things but I have to admit,when I was young I thought of myself, being in a war, may be cool. I'm so glad I am not dreaming of that stupidity anymore.I didn't know there was war in Mindanao. I only knewit when I felt an atmosphere of war in my room(I've seen it all messed up again)then my sister told me about the war. I am truly thrilled of the events there but I did not bother to watch news.However I surfed the net to check it out.

I must be stupid, I am a Filipino and proud to be but I don't know wgat my country is facing, sometimes I don't even care, I don't even dare to ask or dare to know. Well I can sadly call myself a foreign Filipino...but I assure you,NOT FOR LONG!

LIfe is short...and you think you won't enjoy it...

It has been months since the school pressure started to hit the airwaves. But everyone knows that there is some more in school than reading(or just staring)your books. Though the first ever-to-be- acquaintance party of the "already acquainted" students of CNSHS is(as expected) cancelled,there is still hope; a chance to finally flex our muscles and smile after waking up early from a two hour sleep. What I am talking about is the field trip. Hmmm do I seem to feel so much excitement? Not that really. I'd just wanted to point out my feelings. Since I am already sleepy...and I all that really runs in my mind is: I need to do my homework in math and most especially in SS but I say, it's okay there is still a field trip...See just always look at the bright side of life.Because life is goog and not only good it's also short...Too short to be filled with problems.

my first love...

My father being the breadwinner in our family, has been my role model for years. Though I am not showy of it, I admire and love him so much. There may be some traits of my father that some may not want, but I assure you they are very few. Honestly I inherited one of this traits. Both my father and I are addicted to buying things at first sight but now I try my best to refrain from doing that. Another trait of my father is being a joker,it doesn't mean literally he jokes everytime. He is a happy person but sometimes can be so kill joy. Lastly, I am proud to say that my father is very a hardworking person. I believe that being not hardworking would not constitute a father personality. See, he almost lost his hearing, he cut his finger one time. There were he is, is a very cold night and where I am is a sunny day. Not only that, you could not deny the fact that he is alone there,away from his beloved wife. Yet, he leaves us and comes back home with a smile.

one forgetful history

I came from a very simple family but see our family is tightened by very strong bonds of love. I've noticed that the couples in our family lived far from each other before they are united. I really know little 'bout my great grandparents especially in the father's side because my family in the father's side live in Baclaran and me with the mother's side live here in the beautiful province of Maragondon, Cavite. Back to the father's side, all I only know about my great grandparents(the parents of my grandmother) is their names. And take note, their names both start in letter "m" Maleriano and Margarita and same as the parents of my grandpa, both starting in "e": Emerinciana and Esteban. In my mother's side, I know my great grandma in my grandmother's side she is Dominga Ruffy. I've known her because I saw her name in the cemetery when we visited my grandma. My mom said that she really didn't know what her grandma was like while my great grandpa, Cirilo or Cerilo, I don't know;marked in my mom's brain because he is such a gambler. Well in my grandpa's side. His parents were a blurr in my mom's memory. My grandpa's parents were seldomly talked about when she was young. She van't remember their names. So now we are done with my great grandparents. Now, let us go to my grandparents. In the father's side my grand parents are still alive abd happy. My grandma, Lola Carmen is a visayan and I am proud to say that she is a cancer survivor. while my grandpa, Lolo Julian is a Kapampangan and he is a very, very good chef(he was a chef in a ship before).
In my mom's side my grandparents are both dead. My grandfather was a playboy as what my mom states. He died last December. He had, I think more than three wives. Whoa, I wonder how my grandpa looks like, back when he was young. My grandma died when my mom was in the 6th grade(that must've been very painful).She ded because of colon cancer. Both of my grandma's in both side have cancer should that scare me?By tha way, I was never really close to my grandparents so I won't know what traits I inherited. But I am close to my parents my mom who is a very short tempered woman can sometimesbe my friend. Well,I don't see myself as a short tempered girl. Truth is, I am cheerful but sometimes sensitive like my mom. On the other hand my father is a happy person just like me but sometimes he easily gets hot-tempered which I am not. I am sure of one trait that I inherited to my father: his being an impulsive buyer. When I amin the mall and saw something I want I immediately buy it.But now I try to control myself. So I won't reproduce more impulsive buyers in my own branchof our family.

I solidify my family

I, asked to deliver such speech to describe the role of children in keeping one's family, really do not know what to say. Even so, I myself belong to a solid family so I think I'd just better share my perceptions. Solid, meaning molecules sticking together closely as one is just synonymous to the word family. Try to imagine that the border molecules or whatever it is that contain the molecules are the parents. Without that border the molecules would scatter. See the connection with street children? Their parents are not present so they scatter like molecules. On the other hand without the molecules there ain't nothing at all. Same to family: no children,no family. There can be as family with only a single parent but there can be no family consisting of a child. Well, that is all i percept about my role and yopur role 'bout this family thing.