# 7 My Precious Gem...

          What a great feeling to have someone whom you can call for when you're in need. Whose name you'll shout for and will come in not less than minute to help you.A hero? Yes, sure is but only in movies we could find like this.How about in real life? Do you only consider those famous persons whose names were written in history a hero? Who have done such heroic acts, freeing us from tyrannies.

        In this case I admire my hero for his courage and his determination all through his personal life and his career. This story begun when I met a certain man who had done such noble deeds that includes lending his blessings to his nieces and nephews, who had helped his tenants and their families and who gave budget to their barangay for the construction of their bridge. As the flow of our acquaintance grew, he even deposited some of the brilliant gems of my life. He's not that expressive. the idea  of  thinking that I'm not that significant to him even crawled into my mind. But our hearts seemed to have their own conversations. And I most witnessed his concealing love especially when that tragic event (when i was poisoned) happened. Not to mention that he likely even to have a heart attack.  The blood came rushing through my veins when i heard of this.

       But sad to say that this man whom I considered my Hero was gone. He had passed away last May this year and his lose was one of my greatest sorrow in life and he is my GRANDPA!

#9 Self Discipline : The only Discipline that Last

              "If you cut a young tree, it would be easier then to pull down an older one... make sense? Try this one, if you try to massage and cure a deformed baby's foot it will have it'll have a greater possibility to be straightened than to work it out in a stage of adolescence." 

      

             A story of two young boy's will be an assistance for more message elaboration.

         Paulo and Sam are cousins and they have similar likes. Except that Paulo likes to be corrected than Sam. They grew up in the same village and their parents are in a close ties. They shared relevant and at the same time, insignificant topics when they're in neighborhood reunion (including the ways in molding their sons and daughters). 

        One cloudy afternoon, the darken, huge cotton balls on the sky is no longer having the strength to resist and carry its water's weight causing it to pour heavily lasting for five hours.

           Sam and Paulo are like angels so busy splashing and running and jumping over waters and tasting raindrops. But this gleeful moment, for Sam, was murdered when he heard the sharp voice of his father...

          " Sam! were are you?

         But it was not just only for Sam, Paulo too, was called. At this time Paulo's horns grow a little. He didn't obey his parents so he received or smashing spank from his mom and roaring scold of his father.

          Paulo discovered the so-called "revenge" and decided to apply it to bully his parents. But his plans is not committing a victory. Instead,  he received countless moldings from his parents not to mention the harsh heart-striking of his mother and unforgettable, soft beating from his dad. Years slipped away and learning from his experiences is inevitable. But Sam grew in contrast. His father didn't scold and mold his same as Paulo's father did to Paulo. Their attitude grew in contrast too.

           Now, Paulo has a well-discipline ego while Sam lacks so much of it.

          'Till time comes that they're fully grown up and their fathers too also didn't stuck up on their ages. 

         There are times that Sam home late never cared his family worrying at him. He became naive and insensitive. His not even touched by the pointed, achy words spoken by his father.

        Their likes a somewhat predictable, right?

      Discipline; a field of learning, training and conditioning to produce obedience and self-control. The maintenance of order and obedience as a result of punishment as what Mr. Webster says.

          Discipline is not an obligation not a must one should have. Not just for other people to appreciate them but to gain respect from other people and for themselves...       

# 6 Amazing...

http://sunnychristopher.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-success-swings-with-breath-of-heaven.html

         Reminiscing our unforgettable experiences can really make us feel of different emotions.And in knowing Sunny's experience all I could say is it's really amazing. Because since first year high school it's what i wanted to do but unfortunately we didn't able to do it. I also felt your happiness Sunz when your reaching out for other people. I'm sure it's really a great pleasure to be part of a program like that.
          You've done your part Sunz! the Lord our God is sure please with you. May you continue what you have started.

#5 It Punches My Heart

            "Education is not just a matter of finishing and bringing home the beacon but it is more on living and standing into the principle we ought to gain. May we live all the learning, values, and talents inside the four theoretical walls of the room but may we bring it along with us as we become the new pillars of the next generation. Let us join hands together as we give the last hurray!"

             Right after graduation the time when we had reaped and rejoiced the fruits of our labor, my friends and I have decided to go swimming at the famous spring resort in our place to celebrate altogether our victory. 

             But the day before the said thanksgiving things did not go smoothly as what I expected it to be. We had a argument with my mom. She did not want me to come for we've already been there  the other day but i really insisted and went on with my friends without her consent. Leaving our house that day was never easy, it was so heart breaking. It's the first time that i didn't listen to my mom. But I just ignore my feelings and give my attention to my friends. Who made my high school life enjoyable and memorable in the middle of hardships and sleepless nights. We all cherished the friendships, companionship's and camaraderie we earned side by side along with the burning of our midnight candles. We have learned, laughed, loved, gotten into trouble and especially most of us matured together. It's about 4: 45 o'clock in the afternoon when we headed back. We really had a great time. We all agreed to hike on our way home. We took a shortcut passing through a mini forest unleashing into another spring resort. To our surprise, the main pool had ran out of water. Some of my friends stepped into the empty pool and I followed them. I felt a bit strange there and felt every beat of my heart pumping as fast as a running cheetah. As we approached towards the end of the pool, suddenly, the movie "Villa Estrella" struck into my mind.Unknowingly that one of my friends did to. We had the same perception regarding the environment. We are already near towards the entrance of the certain resort when my bestfriend shared his funny experience about stealing guavas during his childhood years. To our surprise, an old lady passing by stopped and scolded us. We're shocked of her expression. I looked at her and felt pity. We just ignored her and continued walking towards the main road. When we reached the main resort, I started to feel dizzy. I could hardly breath. My friends thought that I was just kidding but i wasn't. The ache seemed to crack my head.As we continued walking, the pain got worse until it reached to the point that i could hardly stand on my feet. Then one of my friends saw my face and fingernails so pale. And they started to panic. Back then, I really thought it was my final glimpse. But all thanks to GOD, it wasn't. 

         "Life is a series of passageways, no one had made himself prepared to be with life's amazing surprises given in his infancy, and the rest of his humanities being alone without any peripheral interventions and external measures because and readiness and equanimity to face impending life's dilemma, needs and an ample amount of time."

#4 Could it be Possible

          It was a long day for my friend. It's about 6:48 in the evening when she got home. After dressing up, she hurriedly went to the kitchen and cooked for the family's dinner. Then after, she went outside their house to buy some prepaid load.
          They had a nice talk with her textmate inside her room when suddenly she smell something very familiar to her. It really took her a few seconds to recognize the smell. Tears then came rushing down into her face as she felt  the presence of her beloved grandpa. Her room was covered by the smell of "pamada" which her grandpa used to put on his hair and the odor of "tanduay" which he also used to drink. She can't utter a single word that moment.
          That's the short story of my friend horrifying or should I say sweet experience? Could it be possible for the dead to still communicate with the living? Well, I guess so.
          According to some believers there are different ways and so with the reason why our loved ones will try to communicate with us. Maybe they want to remind us of something or some may want justice for what had happened to them. Like my friend, she said that she committed a serious mistake during that time her grandpa visited her.
          And it was through scent, they will think of a smell that you would associate with them and they will actually project and smell to us. There were some instances too that when you have their picture on the mantle they'll move the picture or try to tip it over. But this were just opinions of other people. Others also says that it's satan's work. Well, what may be their reasons there's only one way to prevent such experience and that is to PRAY. Pray always to GOD, not only for those who were still alive but also for those who were already dead that their spirits may rest in peace.

#3 I stop to say thank you Mom and Dad

"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my Family." - Thomas Jefferson

A group of people affiliated by consanguinity, affinity, or co-residence. The basic social unit consisting of parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling or not. You can read or find many sorts of definitions about families. But a family means more than these and no dictionary in the whole wide world, even the internet could ever define the true value of a family in a person's life.
When you hear the word "Family", what usually comes into your mind? Do you imagine a beautiful home filled with lots of love and laughter? A family sharing meals and exchanging stories at dinner time? Or else gathering around the living room, watching television and bond? Valuing our family especially our parents is very important. Yet due to the modernization of today's generation, reasons like hectic schedules, working overseas and etc. this is no longer completely true. It's the opposite. People less value family these days and that's what I think.
I don't wanna be one of those people 10 years from now. Hoping when that time comes I'll be successful in my chosen profession. And whatever may happens, whoever I'll become I will always value my parents as much as I do now. Wherever I go I want them with me and if that can't be I will always keep in touch. Because for me, my PARENTS serves as my second source of love, support and strength. We are what we are now because of them. The love we've shared makes me strong and wise even in the time of difficulties. The collective strength of the family makes impossible things seem possible. If it wants to remain as one must find time to bond with one another no matter how hectic schedules might be. It is the time spent together that strengthens ties. As the old saying goes “The family that prays together sticks together.” And each member should put God at the center of the relationship. Set time for family devotion in which everyone should be present.
Showing our parents how much we thank and love them doesn’t have to be such an earth-shaking ordeal. Little things mean so much to them. They’ll get the idea from the simplest, but most touching gestures. Like making a picture for them, cooking them a dinner or else writing them a letter or sending them text messages everyday when we’re far from them just like us college students. As of now the best way to show my gratitude to my parents is through being a responsible daughter. Doing all that I can to please them by showing good grades.
After all it really doesn’t matter by how we say I love you and Thank you, but how we show it. Hugs say what no words can.

#2 Striving...

                  Ever since I was a kid till high school, I really don't read and write a lot. I usually spend my leisure time doing things that would attract my fancy. Like making scrap books, paintings, drawing and stitching. To be honest I read and write only when it's required by our teacher. I do also have my own compositions of poems and essays which were written in my scrap books but not that much. I only have a few of them. Actually I'm a moody person. I read, write and draw when I'm in the mood. That's what I am! And I get rid of myself because of it. I don't wanna be like this anymore! Because obviously having this kind of attitude makes me certified not a good reader and writer.

              I realize now that it's really necessary to practice reading and writing more often because as a college student we're required to read a lot and aside from it we're also required to write. Just like now. We should be a good reader and writer if we desire to achieve a college degree. So as of now, I'm still working on it. I'm doing it step by step. I borrowed books from my friends and already finished some of it. It's really great! It enhances our ability in writing not only that it also give us more knowledge.