Writing Definition

DISCIPLINE

= it is the practice in which you are going to make your disciple know some manners in regards with your principles.

ACCOUNTABILITY

= sometimes it could also be referred to as responsibility. Meaning an individual will act as the leader or responsible for doing a certain thing.

MATURITY

= it is an individual act in which he or she was acting in an adultery manner, or he or she is already matured.

THE ONE DOLLAR BILL

                Watching once again the magnificence of our hometown bring such an unforgettable memory…

                I am Jane, a happy and simple girl and was on the last year of my study. I was living together with my lovable grandfather. All my life, there is only one thing I want the most, that is to live a peaceful life, make my grandpa happy, and fulfill my promise to him. As an orphan, he means everything to me.

                It was Christmas Eve and we were happy celebrating the said event.  I was so focused on sharing my life at school with him when all of a sudden he hand me a red box tied with yellow ribbon. I was surprised to what was inside the gift; it’s a golden necklace with a star pendant. Then I hug him with such a great happiness and contentment in my heart.

                The next day I woke up with a good aura. A sweet smile was being plastered on my face as I waked down the stairs. Then all of sudden I found my grandpa lying on the floor, I was so shocked with what I see that I felt like everything stops moving. I was just standing there for the moment losing my strength and disbelieving what was happening. Then something got unto me and telling me to move and help him, swiftly I made an action to help him. I was so nervous that I was unable to think correctly. I already called the ambulance and it was not still arriving. I called for help, and luckily our neighbor came .

                I never let my sight out of my grandpa on the way to the hospital. I was torn between he feeling of being afraid of losing him and believing in a more positive way, that he will survive. Suddenly, I felt his hands moved. Then he muttered some words I couldn’t understand. I was crying heavily when I realized that he was saying his goodbye to me. In his last breath I heard that he was talking about a certain piece of paper.

                After the funeral, I felt like I’m not worth of living. For the past days I was lifeless and I couldn’t even eat well. Then I decided to roam the house, right then I found piece of paper inside my grandpa’s room…

                I was standing in the front door as I was trying to memorize the features of the house. Yes, I’ve decided to leave and move on. The letter gave me hope to continue on living. It reminds me of the promise I once made, I still have a mission to fulfill and backing down was not an option.

                Many years passed. Finally I’m back to my beloved hometown. After that tragedy, I was glad that I was able to move on and found a way to fulfill my promise. Now, while standing to my grandfather’s grave while holding a red box, my tears flowed on their own. I slowly put the box beside my grandfather’s grave. Now I can put my heart at rest. I leave the place with such an ease. You may wonder what was inside the box, “it was a dollar bill”, and yes my promise to my grandpa was to give him a dollar bill.

                  such a simple promise, yet capable of changing my once broken life.

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# 7 "MY HERO"

“Heroes”, if I were to think of a hero, it must be someone who has the same principles as naruto, luffy, and goku, some of my favorite anime characters. But I don’t actually remember meeting someone, except my parents and relatives, who I can be considered a hero.

Recalling all my experiences there’s only an instance that I have such a great gratitude towards someone whom I’m not related to, but I’m not that sure if one can call her a hero/if she have done some heroic act, or if it was just a plain help.

It was the time when I was an elementary student. Back there, I was a transferee to that certain school. It was my first day and I don’t have someone to talk to, I’m also not that kind of friendly or talkative, I was just sitting in my desk having all the time of my own. Until, someone bully me. I don’t know what the problem with the guy is, but he really does piss me off. Without knowing, I was already staring at him and muttered some hurtful words. I guess that hit his ego, and deliberately come forward to hit me, but someone saved me. I was shocked for the moment not expecting that someone will be helping me. On that moment all I was expecting was the hit the guy was about to do, and I already prepared for it, after all I am no longer innocent with those things especially during me and my brother’s fight. It was a childish act, yes, but that girl really amazed me. That is the beginning then of our friendship, and what most astonished me was when I found out that she was a lesbian. It’s really awkward to be with her after knowing that she belongs to the third sex, but she’s a good girl though silly sometimes.

Other than that experience I don’t remember anyone that did some heroic act on me. Well there are actually a lot of people whom I was so grateful to, but all of them was my relatives, of course there goes the saying “blood is thicker than water’’ so it’s a common knowledge that they should be on my side. But if someone really did those things to me, without me be aware of it, then I was so thankful for that person, even though I don’t remember him or that certain event. 

# 6 blog about a blog

“Cherish each and every single moments you had with those people important to you”. That is the idea that comes to my mind while reading the blog of my classmate (cristelyn).

           As I continue on reading her blog, I was amazed by her. All the while, I thought that she was an independent type, one who was not afraid of being alone, but my intuition was wrong, reading her blog somehow reveals her true personality.

           At some point we were likely the same. The same, for even I myself was in the same situation as her. She might not be showy about her feelings, but I can feel how she loves her family a lot.

           I felt sorry for her that she was only given a very short time to be with her family once again, that goes for us college students also, for just like her, we would like to be with our parents for a longer period of time. Not to mention the love our parents has given.

           After all, cristelyn was a strong person; she does not lose hope that easily, so I know that she can carry all those things.

           My only advice was, she should not forget about her goal of coming to school and avoid possible destructions regarding with her studies.   

# 5 " AN UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCE "

     Experience plays a great role to man’s development in terms of knowledge as well as all the aspects in life. If you put it in some cases, it serves as the clues in a mystery, an evident to a crime/case, and a script to a play. So missing an experience means missing one half of one’s life. To put it simply, it was like a piece in a puzzle, without its presence the puzzle will not be completed.

      As for myself, I have so many unforgettable experiences that I can share with everyone. The one and most precious event ever happened to me was during my childhood stay at my Lolo and Lola’s house. Actually half of my childhood was spent with my grandparents. First was when I was 3-5 years of age, and the second one was when I was 8-12 years old. I may be far from my parents for those years, but I’m not sad about it, for the fact that there are people there who made me realized how wonderful life is, despite each individual’s status in the economy. There, I have many tastes of hardships when it comes to money. I even remembered the time when we run out of rice and viand, it’s funny to say but for the whole day we only ate root crops. Sometimes, there’s no viand, so we will use salt as the substitute, or if there’s still some used oil left then we will mixed it with our rice and, voilà it’s ready to eat. At first I felt like not eating it, but it’s really delicious if there are many of you in the table.

 I also experienced harvesting rice, corns, mangoes, lanzones, santol, and etc. there together with my brother and cousins. When we are in the fields guarding the rice, we will fill our time playing with leeches by putting ashes on them; it’s a common knowledge for all of us that ashes can kill leeches so before we went to the field we will see to it that we have prepared ashes, on the other hand  it’s also our protection from them.

      And of course when the most awaited season comes (mango season) we will prepare flashlights and torch in advance. What for? Honestly, we will use it when it was 2:30 or 3:00 am to get mangoes. It’s easier to get tons of mangoes early in the morning for there are so many falling one’s ( which are done by the bats, but since it was heavy they will have a hard time carrying it and it end up falling) left at that time. At some point, it is difficult to get mangoes from the tree for it was so big and most of its fruits were at the top. No one would dare to climb it, except my uncle and my two male cousins. So relying to the bats was our option.

      If we had free time, especially during holidays all of us including our neighbors who were almost the same age as us will be playing a game, which is most of the time a boyish game. We, females don’t stand a chance to complain, because there were only the three of us who bravely join the game. It hurts, yes, when you’re being hit, but we must carry the pain, after all no one force us to take part in it. Until such time were being used to it, instead of pain you’ll feel the excitement in the game.

 I grew within a male atmosphere, maybe that’s the reason why I hit someone instead of slapping them, like most girls do when they get upset. Just like the time when I get angry with my brother, I’m not a violent person as well as I’m not the type who uses words when getting angry, I even keep control regarding with my temper, but I must really full with him at that moment so I hit him, and guess what he did, he hit me also, worst it was on my stomach, so it’s really painful, but thanks to our games, (those moments  where they always hit me with those hard things), I’m not a stranger to that feeling any longer.

      During my birthday, my grandpa will only kill one of his chickens and cook it for me, nothing more. My grandparents were not actually using electricity, so it was so dark and it was so quite for there’s only the few of us. After the celebration, we get back to our daily routine. During evening we must sleep early in order to save , gasoline were expensive, so we can’t afford to waste even a single drop. We girls of the family were also prohibited of going out with friends without their permission, and we must speak when were given a permission to talk. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I found it hard to talk to people older than me. For I was raised by my grandparents telling that, it is a bad manner to talk to people older than you in a way like how you treat those people who was the same age as yours. They are strict when it comes to those things for they grew up being trained also by their grandparents when they were young, specially my Lola, with proper manner. If you’ll see my Lola personally you will be awed by her actions, she walks and speaks in a lady manner, and her actions were organized, she works properly in a right manner. As what as she have told us, her grandparents were half Spanish, so when she was young, every time she made a mistake they will punish her by kneeling on a sack of salt or being beaten by a “latigo”, so they must be careful in there actions. I must be thankful they didn’t do the same thing to us, most likely to a clumsy girl like me.

Staying there was so unforgettable. I gained some experiences which I know that can be an advantage for me in some situations someday, and I learned so much for all those years. 

   

#4 COMMUNICATION BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE DEAD

The world was full of a mystery that seems so impossible to believe, yet so possible to exist. For the past centuries even until the present, many have been asking whether if there’s a truth that lies behind those mysteries or was it only a human perception. But as our adventures in life continue, the more that we can encounter some signs or clues that can convince us that they truly exist. Then we ask ourselves, “can dead communicate with the living? “Does paranormals exist?”

As I’ve recalled, during my childhood days with my grandparents they always tell me so many stories about ghost or dead people. They told me that dead can manifest their presence to people. “How”? As far as I’ve remembered, they can express their presence through sounds, odor, surroundings, and the most uncommon one, through dreams. Honestly, I’m afraid of ghost, that’s why I don’t want to have or experience even a single sign that they exist. I believe in ghost, yes, but saying that they are just right behind you makes me creepy at times. I even  hate horror movies for I can’t get over it at the time when I’m going to sleep, it’s as if I’m also a part of the story. But, what’s weird about me was that I’m fun of listening to stories related to them.

There was once story before about my teacher in high school that already experienced those signs. It was the time when she was about six or seven months pregnant and  her husband died, that day she felt uncomfortable, it’s as if her surroundings was weird, the smell of the flower that was being used during funerals was always following her, even the scent of the candles, and what scared her the most was the petals of the flowers for funerals being scattered in her classroom, well someone will going to say that the wind caused this , but where do the flowers came from?, even her co-teachers saw it and they also smell those scents that was following our teacher, that moment they were laughing because of the smell until someone called to her and tell her the news that her husband died. It was a big tragedy for my teacher’s life for she was pregnant and they have children who was only about four and five years old. I guess those weird happenings on that day means that her husband was trying to tell her the information that he died and also to say his last goodbye. As you observed, at first hearing to the story you will feel scared, but as you go on you will feel pity for both of them. Who would have thought that something like that can also be applied in real life? Watching somebody you loved die was really the hardest thing on earth, for there’s nothing you can do about it.

Until now, there is no exact answer for those questions; for no mortal can really prove that they do exist. But who knows, maybe at the time of a person’s death he/she will be enlightened what lies behind those mysteries.

# 3 I STOP TO SAY THANK YOU TO MY PARENTS

1.)       1.)   How do you think people value family these days?

Family makes the civilization exist. It is the most important key for the nation’s success. Without family there would be no community and no us. For the reason that family fill up the unknown entity on earth.

    These days , as we observe the state of each and every family, majority of them was broken, or there’s no peace at all. And what’s worse was that people take it naturally. They don’t seem to be bothered by the possible result.

People does not give much more importance to families this time. For them what’s most important was their own happiness. They were too selfish enough, to think about the others, nor even for their own children. If you will compare the morality of people from now and then, the past people gave greater value to families than today.

                                                                                                                                                                             

2.) How would you show you value your parents   10 years from now?

My parents was the most wonderful gift god has ever given. For such a reason, that they teach me many good things about life, that no other gift can fathom.

As a daughter, I have a huge debt to my parents in terms of love and respect. That is why, 10 years from now, I’m going to try my best to have a good life, I will definitely become a professional, and by then I will help them in their daily living. But financial support are not enough for me to pay my debts, of course I must return the love they made me feel during my childhood and youthful days, right at the moment it is  my turn to take care of them. With that, I hope I can return the love with the same greatness as  what they had showed me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

3.)            In what way can you say “THANK YOU” to your parents now?

For the moment, I can only express my gratitude towards my parents by studying hard, and obeying their orders or words.

Right now I’m in the most important stage of life, in which  my future lies on. So I must do what’s best for me, and  for my parents. Another thing also was that, there is only an inescapable truth that each and everyone of us must accept, that is, each and every success has it’s own equivalent risk. It’s only a matter of determination that makes the result good. And as a good daughter, I am oblige to face the possible consequences and get through with it. For the thing that my success is my parents happiness.

  

# 2 A Good Reader and Writer

Being a good reader and writer are the main factors a student must be able to achieve. Even, I myself was required to achieve this task. But there’s no shortcut for everything, just like there’s no fastest    way in becoming a good reader and writer. First, you must obtain enough abilities as well as skills in order to become one.

 Me, from time to time, I was thinking whether if I can consider myself as a good reader and writer, but found it not. I’m still in the stage, where I need to have more profound ideas, knowledge, vocabulary, and experiences, where I can relate myself into. In other words, I still need to develop my skills.

 But despite the fact that I am still too far of becoming a good reader and writer, I’m not giving up my hope. Everybody’s got a chance for everything. Even the good writers and readers began at the very first stage, and through thorough determination they become successful, so why can’t I?

             I may not be good in reading and writing but I can still consider myself as a reader and writer, and I know through my strong will, someday, somehow, I will become one of a kind.