What A Memorable Journey with My Friends

  Actually, the most memorable travel I ever had is when I went to Baguio without my parents. I independently traveled to Baguio with my friends and teachers. It was so fun that at the same time I learn so much things. I went to Baguio not only to have a vacation but also to have convention with the other students from the other universities and private schools. Only selected students can join this convention, that is why I am so lucky that at the early age I was one of the chosen students. I went there to join CMLI or Children's Museum and Library Incorporated. This convention is a national convention, where all universities and other private schools are invited to join. This was founded by Fernanda "Mommy B" Balboa. It was really fun because the council is made up of junior students from the different universities here in the Philippines. I met a lot of new sets friends. There were some that is so sosyal, some were weirdo, nerd and emo, but I learned to accept them for who they are. After several seminars and workshops, me and my friends would go out of the camp and go around Baguio. We would go to some places that are new to us. As we go around, we saw many historical things that were really amazing. 

          After a few days, convention already end up. It was a bit sad because, me and my new sets of friends can't see each other anymore, but there was still fun because we used to stopped to some historical places, museum, theaters and parks in Manila like Fort Santiago, Ayala Museum, Aquino Museum and many more. 

         This travel for me is one of my most unforgettable moments of my life. This journey taught me many things not through books or lectures but because of the experiences I encountered. Because of this journey, I saw the reality of life, I saw how challenging and tough life is. I saw how hard life is without your parents guiding and supporting you. This journey is part of my life because this journey woke me up from my fantasy and fairy tale world. If I ever missed this journey, it would be a great missing part of my life. 

THIS JOURNEY MADE ME HAPPY BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT TAUGHT ME A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT THE REALITY OF LIFE THROUGH EXPERIENCE. 

Best Friends For Life =D

        Each one of us here in the world has our own sets of friends, but of course, each one of us has our own special friends. They are our BEST FRIENDS. Best friends are different from friends. Friends are like stones, they can be found anywhere, but best friends are like gems, they are very hard to find. Meet my best friend, who help me surpass the challenges I encountered in life. She was the one who was with me in times when I need help and comfort.

Glenda Paulino

               

        Presenting my amiga! Yes, this is my best friend. Glenda D. Paulino. I use to call her "Glend". We met when we were still 11 years old. Actually, at first I really don't like her because of the rumors I heard about her. Many told me that she is very artihan,and I really don't like people like that. I use to backbite her with my other friends who hate her too. But one day, I was shocked that both of us were assigned to do some dance steps for our dance. I have no choice but to accept the assignment. When we had our practices, she is really early in our meeting place. I can really see in her, how determined she is on what she is doing. She really show to me what she really is. She did not hide her true colors to me, she did really express herself in front of me. Because of that we became close friends. This made my other friends shocked. I was guilty for judging her without knowing her thoroughly.

      Glenda is a very talented person. She dances very well. She is practical, sweet, friendly, caring, loving, witty, wise and loyal to her friends especially to me.  I really enjoy being with her because she is very funny, she acts being just herself. She always makes me feel safe and happy. She cheers me up when I am sad. She is always there when I need her help. I really thank God for giving me such friend. She is part of my life. No matter what happens we will be always be together because we are BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!

         

Journalism Class: A Thrilling and Vigorous Class

       

       When I was still in my first year level, many of my manangs in second year level use to tell me and my other friends to prepare for our second year life. I really don't know why they are telling this to me and to my friends. Until when my first year life is coming to an end, they told me that second year life is hard especially in our Journalism Class because the teacher is a terror. In those times, I was very, very scared to enter my second year life, I even thought of transferring school. Summer ends, and here I am going to second year level. I met my other teachers in different kind of subjects, they were fun. But still in my mind remains what my manangs told me about the Journalism Class. I checked my schedule because I am so tense if what time our Journalism Class will begin.

      Here it comes, the most creepy and chilling class...the Journalism Class. The teacher went in, with poise while smiling to us. He introduced his self to us, his name was Mr. Paul Vincent Gerano. In my mind the phrase,"Oh my! this is the person whom my manangs use to tell me. He so scary...so strict!" is circling over and over again. Starting that day, whenever I enter his class I feel like I am challenge to do good in his class. He has a a great knowledge about the world. He know something that we don't know. He really show to us that being teacher must and always be informed what is happening around us. Journalism class is totally different from other class, that is why I really enjoy this class even though the teacher is strict. I always keep on looking forward this class every Tuesday and Wednesday.

      Mr. Gerano's class is not a mind-numbing class. This class really makes me awake whenever I am sleepy. In this class we need to brainstorm, to understand more our lessons. During his class he does not lecture and lecture, but instead he set games and quizzes that, at the same time we enjoy and learn. I learn a lot of things to him especially in current events, vocabulary, latest trivia's and etiquette's. These things really help me in my other subjects. When he instill new things to us, my mind is overloading of ideas and things. He even enhance my confidence in speaking fluent English.In his class, it needs your full participation because he really, really hates people yawning and sleeping.

       My first impression about this class and the teacher of this class maybe true, but I know he is doing this to prepare us in our future, he wants us to go out from our shells and face the world when we come out  from Assumption and I really admire him for doing this. Journalism class is a class that is worth it. When you enter this class you will never regret, for you will learn a lot. So I look forward for more exciting things to learn this school year in our Journalism class.

What I Want to be in the Future

    

      I want to be a very successful individual in the future. But what is success? Success is when you bask the glory. It is definitely success when you are getting some remarkable results. How to become a successful person? I do believe there are three important things: to know definition of your purpose. to know what your goals is and have a burning desire to accomplish that goals.

     To know our purpose means if we handle something well and like to do it the most, it seems that it is our purpose to do it. If we still have not found our purpose, we seize any opportunities to try something different from what we do every day. If we find it, we will know and loudly say to ourselves: "This is my purpose to do this". We should write down our setting goals and doing important decisions.

    Since I want to be a successful Certified Public Accountant and Lawyer, I would be asking myself if what I want to achieve in 5 years as an accountant and lawyer. I will imagine myself as an accountant and lawyer in one year. What will I do, if there will be problems along the way before finishing these courses. I have already set my goal to become a CPA Lawyer so I just need to commit myself in fulfilling this dream.

    I will never procrastinate things in order for me to be a successful accountant. I will not play it safe, everyday I will take my chance to move my target. i will imagine how I will fee, when I achieve it. Most of all I will be inspired by God to work harder every day to be a CPA Lawyer because my purpose in life is to serve my fellowmen.

My Awesome Family

               

           People around the world especially Filipinos really give importance to their family. I grow up here in the Philippines with this kind of culture and tradition. I don't know why, why sometimes I feel angry when someone talk bad things about my family, I know everybody feel the same way too. Family for me is everything. Without my family, my life will be lifeless, worthless and the most miserable life in the world. My family gives me happiness that no one can ever give. Even though, sometimes they tease me "bukaw" (because of my big eyes) and treating me like a servant in our house, I could still feel the overflowing love and support they have for me. Our family is a circle of love, a circle of strength, where in every crisis, we faced it together that makes the circle stronger. I know things can be change but I believe I will start and end with my family. Our house are built boards and beams but because of my family our house became a home where it is built of loves and dreams. 

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My dad: Very "kuripot," does not want to buy unnecessary things like cellphones, clothes, shoes and jewelries. Really loves to eat, he is a carnivore person. Loves math very much. Business-minded. Very practical when it comes to life decisions and choices. Super duper wise. For him, "time is gold."

My mom: Super duper strict when it comes to my neatness and cleanliness of my room, behavior, attitude and grades. Like my dad, very practical in everything. Very wise. Cooks really good. Very supportive, lovable and caring. Has a strong personality. She has this kind of attitude of not giving up easily, she has always hope for everything. 

My brother: So naughty. Very wise. Loves to eat also, just like my dad. He is the "Jr." of the family. Some of his body parts, especially his armpit and legs are like of the girl's structure(seriously I am very jealous of her legs and armpit). Very good when it comes to driving cars and trucks. Really hates to study0__o. Has a strong personality, just like my mom. 

Me: Likes to observe things around me. A joker=D. Knows how to dance. Loves to play badminton. A good  leader and friend. does not easily get angry. I easily forget and forgive people. Hates to hear the blackboard being scratch using chalk or fingers. Really hates blood(it makes me weak from head to toe, seriously). Loves to study. Likes to do stuffs like crafts using my laptop. Really likes to mingle with friends.

  

 Our FAMILY

  is like the branches of a tree, 

  we all grow in different directions 

  yet our roots remain as one.

How to Spell L-O-V-E

      Well, when it comes to love, we teens are very...you know, "kilig to the bones." But do we really know how to spell love? Does it mean romance? or physical appearance? Let me share to you, one of my most favorite stories that my mom once told me when I was young(my moms own version)...

      The preschool class was asked to draw a picture of something they love. One small  boy drew stick figures of his family, then enclosed the picture with a big, red circle. he wanted to write a word at the top but he didn't know how to spell it. He got up to ask the teacher, but before he could finish asking, the teacher told him to go back to his seat.

     Upon arriving home, the boy showed his mother the picture and asked her, "Mother, how do you spell..."

     "Son," his mother interrupted. :I'm busy right now. Go out and play."

     The boy waited for his father to come home, as soon as his father came, he took his pencil and with drawing in hand, he asked, "Father, how do you spell..."

     Before, he could finish, his father said, "Don't bother me now, I'm tired."

     Out of frustration, the boy threw his drawing away.

     Many years later, when the boy was twenty-eight and had become himself a father, his five year old daughter showed him a picture of a family. Positioning her pencil, she asked, "Father, how do you spell love?"

     Gathering the child in his arms and guiding her little finger he helped the child from the letters.

     Then, he told her. Love is spelled T-I-M-E.

One way to show love is to give a person our time-

time to listen to troubles told, time to play together, time to share

and time to show to each other how much you really love each one.

Biggest Weakness can become your Biggest Strenght

       Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength.

       Take, for example, the story of one 10 year old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had to lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

       The bot began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

       "Sensei," the boy finally said, "Should't I be learning more moves?"

       "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the Sensei replied.

       Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

      Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one moved to win the match.

      Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in finals.

     For a while, the boy appeared to be over-matched.

     Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.

     "No," the Sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake; he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

     On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

    "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

    "You won fro two reasons," the Sensei answered. "First you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to garb your left arm." The boys biggest mistake had become his biggest strength.

   

The Pendulum that Refused to Work

     Have you read or heard the story about the clock that stopped working? The clock couldn't point out the correct time anymore because Pendulum was sick and tired of doing much of the clock's work. He thought it was unjust to have to swing to and fro at every second while Minute hand move only every 60 seconds and the Hour hand, only after every 3,600 seconds or 60 minutes. Numbers, on the face of the clock were even worst, for they didn't move at all! And so, because of what he thought of as an injustice, he refused to swing. Because of Pendulum's refusal to move, the whole clock stopped.

    "Why should I do all the work?" Pendulum sadly said.

     The Minute hand and the Hour hand argued with Pendulum.They pointed out that each of them had a different duty and were made for that duty. The Minute hand explained that all of them worked toward a common goal, to give people the right time.

     At last Pendulum was convinced and agreed to do its duty again. And all the parts of the clock started to work together peacefully. The people became very happy.

Unity is needed to success in life. 

Without unity in life, life will be miserable and chaos.

The Carrot, the Egg, and the Coffee Bean

     There was once a young woman who went to her mother and told her about how hard things were going on in her life. She did not know what to do and she already wanted to give up. She was tired of the constant struggling and seeking for solutions because it seemed like as one problem is solved, another one arose. Now, she asked her mother what she has to do. She desperately wanted to escape all her problems.

    Hearing her child's concerns, the mother took her daughter to the kitchen. There, the mother filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire over the stove. Soon, the water inside the pots came to a boil. In the first pot, the mother placed the carrot, in the second pot she placed an egg, and in the last pot she placed coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, still without saying a word. After about twenty minutes, she put out the fire. She spooned out the carrot and the egg and ladled the coffee out and also placed it in a mug.

   Turning to her daughter, the mother asked, "Tell me. What do you see?"

   The daughter answered, "I can see a carrot, an egg, and coffee."

   The mother asked her daughter to come closer and feel the carrot. The daughter did and noted that it was soft. The the mother asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. The daughter did and after pulling off the shell, she saw the hard-boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to drink the coffee. the daughter smiled as she tasted the coffee's rich aroma.

   The mother replied, "Each of these things faced the same adversity. They were all subjected to boiling water. But each reacted differently. The carrot was strong and hard before it was placed in the pot, but it came soft and weak. The egg was fragile and the only protection it has was a thin outer shell. But after sitting through the boiling water, the shell remained but the inside hardened. On the other hand, the coffee beans were exceptional. After they were placed in the boiling water, they had changed its color and flavor.

   "Think of this, my daughter," the mother said, "Which am I? Am I a carrot which seemed strong, but with pain and suffering, do I wilt and lose my strength? Am I an egg which starts with a soft heart but changes with the heat - did I have fluid spirit but after suffering, does my shell look the same but on the inside I became bitter and tough? Or am I a coffee bean that changes the water - the trouble that brings the pain - in which when hardship arise, I get better, retain my strength and change the situation?" 

Prayer Can Move Mountains

        Diane, a young university students, was home for the summer. she had to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
 
       She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

       As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "GOD" to keep her safe from harm and danger.
 
       When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her.

       She became uneasy and began to pray, asking God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.

       When she reached the end of the alley; she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.

       Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the  man, so she told them her story.

      The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the valley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.

      The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.

      She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.

      When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall young men walking on either side of her."

All in all it is clear that the super energy which has all different names, God, is the one always helping us and and we must feel it to realize we are not alone.

Friendship=D

      Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder.

      Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, the both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

      Bill reminded him of the day when they had first met. "Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide.

     But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, YOU SAVED MY LIFE."

FRIENDS are like stones scattering around, but TRUE FRIENDS  are  like the diamonds  very hard to find.

    Every little hello, every little smile, every little helping hand saves a hurting heart. There's a miracle called Friendship that dwells in the heart. You don't know how it happens or when it gets started but, you know the special lift it always brings and you realize that Friendship is God's most precious gift! Friends are very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their heart to us. Show your friends how much you care...

     

The Fairy Who Didn't Like Her Name

We, people sometimes hate our names because of some reasons. But we should be proud of the names our parents gave us. Every name has it's own significance and uniqueness. Honestly, when I was still young I really, really don't like my name because it is hard to pronounce and spell but when I understand its origin and meaning, now I understand how beautiful my name is. I am going to share with you a story, once my grandma use to tell me. It is entitled, "The Fairy Who Didn't Like Her Name."

Hyacinth was a very unhappy little fairy. You see, she did not like her name. "All the other Spring Fairies have such pretty sounding names," she told an earthworm who had heard her crying, and popped up to see what was the matter.

"Snowdrop, crocus, tulip and daffodil are lovely names. Why does mine have to be a Hyacinth?" "I think I can see why you Spring Fairies have these names," said the earthworm. "They are all the names of beautiful spring flowers. Look."

"There's a dainty snowdrop, an elegant crocus, a proud daffodil, a beautiful tulip and ...
... a hyacinth."
"There. You see," said Hyacinth, crossly, "MY flower isn't even pretty." "I'm sure it will be lovely soon," replied the earthworm, hopefully.

Hyacinth curled up in a flower and fell fast asleep.

When she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky. A beautiful sight greeted her.

The hyancinth burst into flower. Lots of pretty, sweet smelling, pale pink blossoms on each and every stalk. The little fairy smiled and said, "I am so glad my name is Hyacinth. It really is the best spring flower.

-THE END-

Be the best you can be!

  "Be the best you can be!" This is the phrase that help me to be confident, to be the best I can be. I joined the Regional Cluster Journalism Workshop, last July 1, 2011 and was held at San Yat Sen, Iloilo. This activity was encouraging all Ilonggo writers to join, and I am one of them. It was fun having workshop with other schools. There were workshops for every category on how to make the writing more effective and interesting. And after the workshop we were encourage to apply what we have learned. Our writings for every category are the basis for the competition. They invite three source speaker from the different parts of Panay. I spend one whole day in the workshop with my classmates. I wrote editorial and feature writing, both were in English. Before the workshop ended they declared that the awarding will be the next they at the Robinsons.

  I was excited for the awarding day, but I don't expect to win because I know I didn't take it seriously. During the awarding day, many were excited to know if they were included at the list of the winners. My hypothesis was correct, my writings did not win. Frankly, I was hurt, not because I didn't get any award but because I didn't do my best, if I just take it seriously.This experience really help me learn my lesson that if you are given the chance take it seriously and do your best. But I believe this is not the time to give up and I will continue in pursuing.

Be like a FIREWORKS!

This music video means that while you may feel awkward and different than the rest of the crowd, you are still a unique person and should not be afraid of who you are. She is also saying that everyone is amazing in their own way and they should not be afraid to show it. 

The song is really uplifting, especially with "Maybe it's the reason why all the doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to your own". Overall, Katy is trying to tell people who feel like outsiders to not afraid to be yourself and everything will be alright. 

"Try it the other way round"

A friend of mine, who enjoyed mending things, had several sayings like this:
"If it doesn't fit, try it the other way round!" and "If all else fails, look in the handbook."
Her first comment is what is sometimes called 'lateral thinking'. In other words, we should look at a question or problem from a completely different angle.

Beautiful girl: She is facing away from you, looking to the right
Ugly old woman: She is looking towards you facing right.
Called 'The Boring Figure' and first published in 1915, drawn be W. E. Hill. 

Source: Crazy Optical Illusion

Love, Love, Love...

I want to share with you one of my favorite poem. Love is the most important in the world. Imagine the world without love, how would you feel? Of course, earth will be lifeless. Because of love, we are here on earth. I believe that love is like a rosary that is full of mystery. You, how do you describe love?

Jesus

Hey guys! Look its Jesus! Try to look very closely, did you observe something? When the picture is far it looks like the head of Jesus, but when you look closely it is Jesus nailed on the cross. Is it amazing?

Old and Young - Crazy Optical Illusion

The real beauty in this crazy picture is the attention to detail that the artist, Octavio Ocampo took. Try this: squint your eyes a little and you'll see that the man with the guitar fades away, ad the old man staring into the old woman's eyes really starts to pop out at you.
Perhaps the scariest part of this illusion is that the younger woman (not the one in the window sill but the one on the left side of the painting) has some really mean sideburns! Look out!

Also, keep looking until you find:

• the young girl
• the glass tequila bottle
• the giant vase!
• the smaller vase
• the curtains

Source: Cool Optical Illusions

Happy Father's Day

Dad you are never wrong

The only time you are wrong is when you think,I forgot about you.

You've seen me laugh

You've seen me cry And always you were there with me I may not have always said it But thanks, I love you! Happy Father's Day!!!

My BestieFudge

I know every people here in the world have there own sets of friends, but every people also have there own special friends, like me. I have my very own special friend, she is Glenda. She have been my best friend for almost 5 years. We are like sisters, were ever I go, I always invite her to company me, same thing with her. I met her when I was in grade 4, I really don't like her in that time, because many rumors spread that she is "artihan". But when our teacher in Filipino asked both of us to make steps for the dance for our presentation on family day, I was forced to be with her. We were always together, and I was guilty for misjudging her. She was very funny and loyal friend. Starting that time, we become so closed, that even our mothers become closed friends also. But, of course, friendship also faced problems. We experienced lots of struggles, because we don't have the same personalities, but we faced that problems bravely, together. We never leaved each other in times of happiness and sadness. I am really thankful that God gave me such wonderful friend and sister.

My Name is Dymphna=D

Many of the people I met would usually mistaken the pronunciation of my name. Since my name is hard to pronounce, many of my friends call me in different names like "Daphny", "D","Mmm", :Dipnoy" and more. Sometimes I just laugh, they would ask me were my name came from. And did you what is my answer? "It came from a saint of Ireland, Saint Dymphna.They don't believe on what I am saying, because I am very naughty in school and a bit noisy. But it really came from a saint, REALLY.=D

I want to share with you the story of Saint Dymphna of Ireland which is my name. St. Dymphna was the daughter of a pagan Irish chief and his Christian wife in the 7th century. When she was fourteen years old, her mother died. And her father wanted to remarry that his new wife should look like Dymphna's mother. When no such woman could be found her father began to desire to marry Dymphna, because of the strong resemblance she bore to her mother. When Dymphna learned of her father's intentions she fled his court along with her confessor Father Gerebernus and two servants. Together they sailed towards the continent, eventually landing in Belgium, where they took refuge in the town of Gheel. When his father discovered their hiding place, he set out to recover his daughter. He ordered that Father Gerebernus should be killed and tried to persuade Dymphna to return with him, but she refused. Enraged, his father killed his daughter on the spot using a sword. 

And there, this is the story of the origin of my name. It's a bit weird, for me, but I really love my name, and I thank my mom for giving me this wonderful name.

Signifiance of a Hand Gesture of a Heart

      
       So, do you know the significance of a hand gesture, heart? Well, after thinking the whole night what I am going to share to you, something entered my mind that will really be a good explanation of the hand gesture, heart. Let me share it to you.                                                                                                                                 When I was lying on my bed, I saw the drawing of Jana, my classmate in school. In the drawing  there are people holding and united together, actually it is our poster for our Civics class. I really stare at the picture, while staring at it, I remember the heart gesture and I start thinking how I could connect the both. After thinking for a minute, I found the connection. As you can see in the hand gesture, heart, two hands are connecting, so that it can form heart. And it is telling us that we, as people of God we need to be connected, like the hesrt gesture. We need to be united, to achieve our objectives. Right now,we are really facing lots of problem in the world, like poverty, corruption and environmental problems, and it needs UNITY and CONNECTION, even what culture, tradition or religion you are.                                                        

      For me, this is the significance of a heart gesture. We need UNITY and CONNECTION to make the world a better place to live in.=D

A Hand Gesture of a Heart

As you can see in the picture, there is a hand gesture of a Heart. And I have question, "Do you know how to make a hand gesture of a heart?" Of course, you know how, but, do you know the significance of this heart? Well, these heart, really signifies a lot, but, I will let you think about the SIGNIFICANCE of this beautiful hand gesture. Tomorrow, I will share my own translation of this hand gesture, HEART.=D

A Song of Inspiration

      As we all know, we are facing today great poverty and problems. And poverty really affected the lives of many people. Most of the people today have no work to live their family, and sad to say many of the youth today can't study, can't eat and even no shelter to live in. Sometimes, when I was about to eat my breakfast or lunch or dinner, I would think of those people who can't eat, especially, the children. I could feel the guilt in my heart for wasting the food I am eating, while others, are starving for food. At night, I really pray for those who are affected by poverty, that they may not loose hope, for that is only a trial given by God. As what they have said, "Life is tough, but you must be tougher." To end my short message, I want to share with you a music video entitled "Pray" by Justin Bieber. This video did really inspire me to write this short, but meaningful message of love.

Independence Day??

          Millions of Filipinos across the country and in other parts of the world celebrated the 113th Philippine Independence Day yesterday with colorful parades beautiful speeches and presentations reflective of the meaningful freedom of the Filipinos.

The Philippines was under the Spaniards for three centuries and a United States colony for nearly four decades .Today the Filipinos has opened a new chapter in the Philippine history, where each can reap the fruits of his labor, where laws are imposed on rich and poor alike, where everyone can carve his own destiny, where one can have freedom with honor. This is now a free Philippines. Filipinos are free. This is according to President Benigno Aquino in his speech in yesterday’s celebration.

The celebration of Independence Day is always memorable. This is the day on which all Filipinos must reflect on the past, to think of their heroes and heroines who brought freedom, those whose sacrificed for us and made us dignified individuals. Our heroes remind us that this country is worth dying for and its future depends on us. What we are now is what our heroes died for.

Are we Filipinos living up to the expectations of our forgotten heroes? Are we living in a free country and think of the future of the Filipino children? Are we truly independent from the bondage of poverty, ignorance and colonialism? If we are honest to ourselves and realistic about the situation of this country we can not declare that we are independent people. We are still struggling to become a country free from poverty, ignorance and colonialism.

The Filipinos should keep in mind that there are many challenges which this country is confronted, however if we commit ourselves to do what is best for our people and work together to help develop this country then we can truly claim that we are independent people.

We will not also forget to honor our living heroes who continue to bring dignity to this country. These heroes are our parents and fellowmen who sacrifice abroad to give better future to their families here. Their financial support frees their families from the bondage of poverty and ignorance. They realize the dreams of their children.  But why is it that one can only be considered a hero after one dies? Why not honor the living heroes like the teachers, overseas contract workers and many others who, in their own little way, made small things great?They are our heroes too, according to Senator Chiz Escudero.

Every year the Independence day celebration is remembered with sentiments and heroism. I hope Filipinos will never forget that unless there is unity in us we will never experience the true meaning of independence no matter how grand we celebrate this occasion every year.

INDEPENDENCE DAY

Happy Independence my dear sisters and brothers here in Philippines! Let's celebrate our independence with great joy and pledge.=D