We are saved to help!
Being a new student in a big university isn’t that easy. Not to mention the fact that i am way older than my classmates, it was really awkward at first. Fortunately some of my classmates are accommodating so I didn’t really have a hard time being comfortable. My subjects and my subject teachers are nice. Honestly, I am not regretting why I transferred from MSU-IIT to MUST, although sometimes I miss my former school and classmates I was with for two years. Now that I am a MUSTean, I should learn to love everything about the university. I was so happy having good midterm grades, Having two flat 1’s, a 1.7 and a 1.8 and 2.9 for Chemistry 😦 ambot ba jud anang Chem layu ra jud akong kalag ana, though gapaningkamot bya ko kay boutan man pud si Dr. Sumanpan :). I still don’t know with my ICT kung unsa ako grade. Unta e tugot ni Lord na Ok pud unta ako grade :). I had so much fun with ICT coz i really love to write. I prefer to write than solve formulas so I enjoyed the blogging part. We were instructed by our teacher (ma’am Jackie) to make an HTML. Nag struggle ko lite kay adtong highschool pko which was 10 years ago, wla man mi gi tudlu-an ana. nabalaka ko gamay but with the help of some net tutorials and by bribing my cousin with a Greenwich pizza, he gave me some helpful tips so I wouldn’t find it hard to create one. With God’s grace, I was able to pass my project.
Now it’s final exam’s week, of course, study, basa, solve problems, memorize, palaban calculator, atiman sako mga anak, maminaw sa kasaba ni mama, all these little things in life that matter to me the most. Lord thank you for letting me feel your presence each and every day of my life. Now that this semester is about to end, I pray for You to bless my teachers and their families, my classmates and their families. I pray to you Lord coz You are above all things. I cannot put to words my thoughts on how grateful I am. Please continue to protect my parents, my kids and all of mankind. ❤
Well enough for now, I still have to study for my exam. God bless Everyone 🙂
I could not ask for more. Thank you Lord. 8/8/2011
The only man in my life, Gabriel Bryan Dominic (we call him Biboy), my eldest child. I gave birth to him August 08, 2004 at 8;26 a.m. When it’s your first you hardly forget the details. I was only 17 when I first got pregnant. I used to be a rebellious daughter knowing I was only an adopted child. I was scapegoating with my situation which was really wrong. I met my son’s dad through a friend and he was years older than me. When I knew that I was pregnant, I was really happy because I expected that my pregnancy would be a way for me to get out from my house, to escape from my family. But it was the other way around. I had my ultrasound on the 7th month of my pregnancy and my world stumbled down when the doctor told me that the ultrasound result tells that my child was suffering from a congenital anomaly. His head circumference was not normal. and that there was a shallow part on his right brain. I felt my knees shaking and tears started to roll down from my face. And the first person who comforted me was my foster mother. She was with me all through the trials of my life. Although I was only her adopted child, she love me more than a real mother could love her child. And I thank God for having a mother like her. When I gave birth, my family was in the hospital, they were excited to see their first “apo” despite the fact that he is not normal. The first few months of his life was like a roller coaster ride. Every month he gets confined in the hospital because of his seizures, asthma. pneumonia. His father sometimes helps financially. Oh well he just couldn’t accept the fact that his son is sickly and not normal. I can’t force him. I know the Lord never forsakes. He never failed to let me feel his love and he never ceased to pour his blessings to me, to my son, and to my family. I never questioned Him why these things happen to me, why he gave me such fragile son. Instead me and my family deeply thank Him for entrusting Biboy to us. For giving us the chance to spend time and to take care of a very special angel. We promise you Lord, we will never get tired of taking care of him, giving him unconditional love because we know that’s how you feel also for each and every one of us. Thank you Lord for the opportunity of having a son like Biboy. No words can express how I feel right now. Seeing my family happy and in good health, i can never ask for more…
As of 2010, the total population of the Philippines is 94.6 million (http://www.tradingeconomics.com/philippines/population) and a scary portion of it consists of street children – an alarming estimated figure of 1.2 million (http://www.homelessworldcup.org/content/homelessness-statistics).
For sure this issue is not new to us anymore, specially that we belong to a developing country. If the countries with tiger economies, more disciplined people and responsible leaders like the USA, China and Australia are suffering from the inevitably pitiful sights of homeless children, how much more the Philippines having none of the characteristics mentioned?
It seems as though that even if this social problem has long been of existence, not a significant alleviation has been seen. Despite the efforts said to be made by the government and non-government organizations, it is but discernible and obvious that still, much has to be done. Somehow it lets us think, has any applicable move been done? If yes, then why are we still tormented with this centuries-old problem? Or have we just failed to identify the real problem?
Confusing the believed-to-be problem with the real problem will definitely lead mankind to a wrong solution. Stop all the sloppy thinking everyone. The roots of this scary odd growth number of street children can be traced if we think on a critical way.
First, the problem may be because of lack of education and knowledge. Has anyone heard about a government or NGO program that compels teenagers and aspiring people of wedlock to a seminar about family planning and responsible parenthood? Nope, doesn’t ring a bell. Apparently, these street children are products of juvenile delinquency, family problems, social and civil unrest and parental negligence. More and more people are bringing a life to the earth without even thinking about the consequences it would bring. Seems like they enjoyed the concept of intercourse a lot. As soon as an individual reaches the legal age of 18, the government should subject him to a seminar about responsible parenthood. As soon as a couple registers for marriage, they should be taught about the importance of family planning. Unfortunately, we haven’t heard of any.
Second, the problem may be grounded in the roots of poverty. Yes, the endless issue of poverty in the Philippines despite the huge tourism rates, abnormal towering talent fees of celebrities, vast agricultural land and the palace-like houses of government officials. They say that the Philippines has increased in GDP by this and that, but, have the people from rural areas felt the development? Are the less fortunate people been given sustainable livelihood programs to be able to teach them how to fish? Taking fresh from raw reality, these financially challenged people have no choice but to ask for fishes from greedy fishermen.
What now, shall we just end this talk with some blaming and pointing of fingers? My friends, no. Let’s stop being termites to the country that we have. If the government can’t solve this problem, then let’s do our own share of effort. Yes, your act of reporting to social welfare agencies plus my effort for finding education sponsors will help. Don’t just stop doing the right thing because you are losing hope. Hope is the only rope we can hold on to when all else fails. You have endured reading this long post, I am sure you are patient enough to reach out a hand.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. That’s what a maxim says.
How come imitation becomes flattering? Just like anything else in the world, everything has its corresponding positive and negative effect, let us give credit to Isaac Newton’s Law of Motion.
People do things just because others do it. Cut their hairs in resemblance of those Korean stars and Justin Bieber, dress like the futuristic style of Lady Gaga and walk like those runway models. Did they even thought for once that everything you do reflects who you are. If we think analyze it critically, then people who follow the latest trends are also just followers of those people making famous trends. Thus, they do not know who they are and what they are.
Yourself is the most unique gift bestowed from God. You have fingerprints and thumb marks like no other, owns a smile that cheers up the world and has an identity that completes God’s beautiful creation on Earth. You don’t have to look and be like anybody else. It’s more than enough to be who you are. Just like a star at night, you shine like the little ones because you add sparkle to the night sky.
Learn how to make the best out of you. Your face may not be as beautiful like those you see on idiot boxes and your IQ may not surpass Albert Einstein’s, but you have your own mission, a mission other people can’t do. Boost your esteem. Do not get it from others.
Imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery at all. It is the least. The last resort to limelight.
I actually ran out of thing to write. I decided to scan some old folders which I remembered I wrote ka-corny-han stuff years ago.. Here’s what I found… 🙂
Bitter…
I guess that’s me… bitter. Or should I cancel the phrase I guess kasi totoo naman talaga.
Bitter ako.
Love? Walang love. Sorry, no offense sa makakabasa nito na naniniwala sa love. This is a democratic country. Nasa bill of rights ang freedom of expression.
Kasi naman… ewan ko, dahil siguro sa experience kaya nagkaganito ako? Hindi ko pa kasi matatawag na love yung mga crush-crush ko sa highschool kasi… I mean, highschool is highschool diba?
It’s just pure infatuation.
Sa totoo lang, siguro, hindi ko pa naramdaman yun. Yung feeling na lagi kong nawi-witness sa mga kaibigan ko.
Yung saya… yung kilig… and sa huli… yung heartbreak… yung pain… yung luha.
Hindi ko alam kung gusto ko ba ma-experience yun or what… minsan gusto ko… minsan ayaw.
Pero gusto ko ma-experience yung heartbreak, yung pain at yung luha. Kasi masokista ako eh.
Masokista or masochist yan yung mga taong masaya na nasasaktan sila. At yan ako. I actually love the feeling of pain… I love crying until my eyes swell. Gustong-gusto ko yan.
And when I entered college. Tama na naman ang Papa ko nung sinabi niyang maturity comes with age. Kasi daw, he finally saw a mature sixteen year old daughter nung nag-college ako.
Lahat ng perception ko sa mga bagay-bagay naging mature. Minsan, pinagtatawanan ko pa yung sarili ko kapag naaalala ko yung mga kalokohan ko nung highschool. Yung… sobrang immature ko.
One time nalaman kong may girlfriend yung crush ko… umiyak ako.
And that’s what I call immaturity. As if namang may right akong umiyak nung time na yun diba?
I realize how ironic my life is. Cause I’m actually an ‘informal writer’. I write stories. Stories na maraming makaka-relate. Alam niyo na kung anong genre yun.
Napa-status pa ako sa facebook na…
Ironic, I write stories but I don’t even experience the things that I write.
Kasi totoo naman talaga. Hindi pa nangyayari sa akin ang mga bagay na yun. At parang sa sarili ko sinasabi ko na… ayaw ko ring mangyari sa akin yun.
And then something happened…
Itong pangyayaring to… para siyang end of the world… biglang dumating na wala man lang pasabi. Ganun.
Hindi ko alam kung ang dali ko lang ma-woo or ang tanga ko lang talaga. Or pareho yun. Basta.
Kasi… I actually don’t know how to say this.
Parang may na-feel akong ‘something’ sa isang tao. At etong taong to, kelan ko lang na-meet. Ngayon ko nga lang nalaman na nag-iexist pala siya.
Pero there’s just something with this person. There’s something about him kaya nagkaganito ako.
There’s just something about him but I just can’t figure what that thing is.
Tapos yun, pumasok sa sense ko yung sinabi ng favorite kong author sa akin…
Yung love wala yang kahit anong rason. Sa una maguguluhan ka. Kung tatanungin ka kung bakit mahal mo yang taong yan wala kang mahanap na reason. Cause that’s love. It has no reason. Period.
Love? Hindi to love. Ayokong maging love to.
Nung time na yun, I was in the state of denial. Pero kahit anong deny ko meron talaga eh. As in, inuntog ko yung ulo ko sa pinto ng kwarto ko (seryoso) para mawala. Pero as if namang effective yun.
Hanggang sa shinare ko na sa buong mundo yung nangyayari sa akin. Status. Group message.
Ang nakakatawa lang… pag may nagtatanong pinapahula ko lang sa kanila… and yung guess nila is siya. Yung taong yun.
It actually made me hope for something.
Kasi nung time na yun sobrang nainis ako sa sarili ko… kasi hindi ako to eh. This is abnormality. This is not the usual me. Hindi ako naglalablayp! My gas!
At sinabi ko sa sarili ko na…
KALIMUTAN MO YAN RAN! DAPAT MAWALA YAN! ASAP!
Nag-confide ako sa mga ka-close ko. Sabi nila normal daw to. Pero ako sinasabi kong HINDI! Ayoko nga. Hindi ako to. This is not the usual me. This isn’t me.
Kasi in the first place, hindi ako yung taong madaling magkacrush sa isang tao. Hindi talaga ako yun. Kaya sabi na lang ni ****** may something kay **** na nagpabago sa ‘kin.
Ok, this may sound corny pero… palagi ko siyang naiisip (yak!). Kahit sa dream andun siya, kahit sa paggising ko sa morning siya naiisip ko. Nababaliw na ako. Hindi talaga to ako.
Hanggang sa…
Na-prove ko sa sarili kong… love na yata to.
Cause of this incident na nakita ko sa isang social networking site niya. I don’t want to say that incident kasi… para sa ‘kin hindi siya magandang pag-usapan.
Nung nakita ko yun, nag-iba mood ko… na biglang nakitingin ang lola ko sa laptop kasi naging teary daw ang mga mata ko.
At yung sinabi kong rason?
Wala to La. Dahil to sa astigmatism ko.
Eh yung nagsinungaling talaga ako sa Lola ko dahil sa kanya. Lagot.
I was actually hurt. I was actually in pain. I was actually broken hearted (another yak!).
Kasi umiyak ako. Sheez, umiyak ako. Tapos ayun… sumunod ang blame.
Sino pa bang ibi-blame ko… sarili ko diba? In the first place, it’s my fault. Kung sa una pa lang pinigilan ko na di sana ako nagkakaganito ngayon.
Eh yung ang eng-eng ko talaga.
And to make this short… eto pala yung rason kung bakit ang bitter ko… kung bakit ayaw ko maka-feel ng ganito kasi alam kong eto yung mangyayari.
Kasi kahit gano ko nai-enjoy ang pag-iyak dahil sa sakit… masakit pa rin talaga… at alam kong makakasama to sa ‘kin.
Ewan. Siguro ganito ako forever. Bitter. Ampalaya.
Sino kaya yung taong makakapag-transform sa akin from bitter to sweet.
At magiging hipokrita ako kung hindi ko sasabihin na…
Gusto kong siya yung taong yun.
Pero wala na… alam kong wala akong pag-asa (ang emo ko na).
First time to… na nasulat ko tong kawalangyaang to sa buhay ko.
(kasi naman wala akong ibang magawa sa buhay ko kasi sira yung cable network namin sa bahay kaya di ako makapanood ng TV)
Eto ako… parang alter-ego. Parang pinapakita ko ang pagka-writer ko kuno.
Back to the issue…
Or issue ba talaga… Basta, ang akin lang, gusto ko bumalik ako sa dating ako. Yung walang iniisip na ka-emo-han. Na kontento na sa mga kinikwento ng mga kaibigan ko about sa lovelife.
Kasi ayokong magkalovelife mga chong. Ayoko talaga.
Siguro mas maganda yung dating ako. Mas maayos ako. Hindi ako abnormal.
Yung dating ako.
Yung bitter.
13 Best Moments in Life
– To fall in love.
– To finish your last exam.
– To wake up and realize its still possible to sleep “5 min”.
– To get a phone call saying class is cancelled.
– To feel like a butterfly every time you see THAT PERSON.
– To see an old friend again and to feel that things have not changed.
– To touch the fingers of newly born child.
– Waiting for a call or message from your loved one when you are alone.
– Walking alone on a silent road at night and listening to your favorite songs.
– Riding the bike on a highway while its raining.
– Sitting alone but you are still smiling cause you know someone is watching you.
-The calm You feel inside when you Are near to God
– And the last one is “right now” while reading this message there was constant smile on your face…..which was one of the best moments i believe.
Keep Smiling!
Hindi lahat ng pag-ibig ay tinutugon
Alam mo na dapat ito ngayon
Natuto na tayong sawayin
Ang kislap na sumusungaw
Sa mata
Pagod nang sumalubong
Ang kaluluwa
Wala nang sasal ang dibdib
Wala nang kaligkig sa batok
Wala nang tibok ang kuyukot
Bihasa na tayo sa dapat gawin:
Isang hugot ng hininga
Isang ngiti sa sarili
Isang madaliang tula—
Balik ang napahiyang kislap
Sa likod
Ng mata.
Ganito isinasagawa iyun:
Magsasalita ka
Magsasalita ako
Iiling ka
Iiling ako
At mag-uusap tayo
Kung kailan uli tayo mag-uusap
Pero magtatalo muli tayo
Kung kailangan talaga nating mag-usap
At magkakasundo tayo na kailangan
Talaga nating mag-usap
Kaya
Magsasalita ako
Magsasalita ka
Iiling ako
Iiling ka
At mag-uusap uli tayo
Kung kailangan uli tayong mag-uusap
Kung kailan uli tayo mag-uusap
Kung kailan ka magsasalita
At kailan ako magsasalita
Kailan uli tayo magsasalita
Magsasalita tayo
Iiling tayo
Magsasalita tayo
Iiling tayo
Paulit-ulit
Hanggang di nangangawit
Ang ating mga panga
At di nalalagutan ng litid ang leeg
Sa pagsasalita
At pag-iling-iling
Sabagay,
Mabuti na rin itong ehersisyo
Hangga’t hindi pa natin naihahanda
Ang sari-sarili
Sa pakikinig
At pagtangu-tango.
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