#4 A creepy thing happen

        There are lots of different stories about the dead still communicate with the living. It also had a TV program wherein they are portraying the different stories about it. Some says it was only a fiction but others say it is a fact.   

          Yes, I do believe that dead people still communicate with the living although I have never encountered one. But what I‘ve heard from others especially from my "kuya"who  told me a story of an encounter of him and my younger brother. I was in my 3^rd grade when my baby brother was born. He stayed only for 3days and sadly he passed away. I’ve always wanted baby brother that’s way I am very happy when God gave Rosetian Paulo Isaac S. Fiel to us I thought God will gave him a second life because when my brother was born he is dead for almost an  hour ,but miracle happen. Then suddenly we heard a loud cry. But the doctor said that the child had many complications Even though we heard a bad news but still we are very hopeful. But suddenly on the 13^th day of March 2003 my brother died.  We are very sad. We mourn for his dead. But still I am very glad that God allow us to borrow my baby brother for 3 days. Every death anniversary of him we went to the cemetery. 4 Years passed a week before his death anniversary my mother and father were so very busy that they even forgotten that day. My mom told me that maybe we cannot went to the cemetery that day because there's no vacant day for us to visit there. But one hot afternoon a creepy thing happen  my older brother was sleeping then he woke up because the electric fan suddenly turn off but when he started to open his eyes he saw a boy about 4 years old . My brother is scared that's why he immediately closed his eyes and went back to sleep. I don’t know if I feel scared or weird or something when he told me that story. I felt like my baby brother wants us to visit him. And so we visited him the next week. But one thing is for sure he is still with us watching and guiding us.

          That story for me is not a horror story or something. For me it is one proof that my little brother is still watching and guiding us. Maybe he’s now an angel in heaven.

#3 "I stop to say Thank you mama and papa"

“Every time we remember to say “thank you”, we experience nothing less than heaven on earth”

- http://www.coolnsmart.com/thank_you_quotes/

   Family is the basic unit of the society it is where one develops his morals and ideals. Once perception about his environment is influence by his family’s upbringing. An individual looks at his family as a strong shield and a source of strength. A person values its members and strongly considers himself as part of the whole. Nowadays it seems like technology and the fast pace greatly influenced one’s definition of a family thus affects how he values his family. An individual now sees his family as a mere instrument of reproduction rather than a source of one‘s inspiration and development he preserves the members of the family as a near individual and not as part of a whole. 

            10 years from now I can show my full appreciation and gratitude to my parents by returning the love and the care that they have given to me all through the years. Although giving them a satisfying life is not enough for the effort they have given me . Maybe 10 years from now I will become professional I can have luxuries that I want but instead of having those things my priority when that day will come is my parents. I promise to my self that my first salary on my first job will be given or spend for my parents. In  this way I can show my love and my thank to my parent who truly supported me in my ups and downs.

           

            Nowadays saying thank you to someone is rarely doing by people. It is because no one bothers to see the effort and the kindness of others.  But saying thank you to someone especially to your parents is really important because those simple words can make them happy. My way of saying thank you to my parents is giving them respect and love .

#2 Reading Is Passion

As I go back and remember the flashback of my past. It was my first grade when I started to read and write. Reading for me before is a boring habit, why? Because when I started to read I started also to feel sleepy. I really like reading but reading doesn’t like me or maybe I wasn’t fit to read? It was my observation before when I started reading.

But when I enter my high school years I begin to love reading because I was influenced by my classmates before. When I saw a book that I really like, my eyes and my body is urging to read that book but when I started to read the first chapter I can the boredom in my body. I always end up reading only in one chapter especially when I don’t like the book I’m reading. Sometimes luckily I finish it but I don’t read all the pages I skipped maybe 3 to 4 pages sometimes a whole chapter.

I read only when my teacher asked me to do so not because I’m lazy in reading but I really want to do something rather than to read a textbook. I really don’t understand myself why do I hate textbooks when in fact textbooks is one of the most important books that a student should read.

When I was having my thesis days in my 4^th year highschool me and my groupmates are always reading, writing, and searching because when we cannot finish our thesis on time we cannot graduate. Eventhough I don’t really understand what I am reading I am forced myself to read it but I really cannot concentrate on it because the pressure of graduation was always reverberating in my mind when I read or write something. I rarely prepare before reading and writing.

There was a time when I started to love reading. The first book that I’ve read that I finish without skipping any pages is “Percy Jackson and the sea o monster” I totally love this book. Everytime I read it I feel like I’m part of the story and I am one of the character. And after which I read so already about 3 books. Then I decided to love reading I am really proud of myself now because reading is now my habit. I can say that I’m partially good reader.

I Love Cakes

My family loves cakes. We love to bake and also to decorate cakes. But unfortunately although I love to make a beautiful fondant cake everytime I try to make one the result would be so ugly. Sometimes I would tell myself that baking is not really my field. But I am really trying hard to learn because I am so jealous with my brother because he is better in baking and decorating cake although he is a boy and I’m a girl.

There was a time when my brother is making a fondant cake and I so very “samokan” because I am really trying to learn the techniques that he applied on that cake. Everytime I look at his works I was so amaze and I really looking forward to myself that I will making a cake like that in the future. My dream is not really to become a pastry chief or something but I really want to have a talent that I can be proud off and I can show to the world how talented I am. Honestly speaking I am not really talented but I thank God because I am already contented of what he gave to me. 

#1 My Mission In Life

"I didn't have anybody, really, no foundation in life, so I had to make my own way. Always, from the start. I had to go out in the world and become strong, to discover my mission in life".

-Tina Turner-

My mission in life starts with God our Father and our Creator. Because without God life has no purpose, life was meaningless and it never makes sense. You cannot fulfill your mission in life if your started it with yourself you must begin with God because with God everything is possible. Being a good Christian is one of our missions in life.

Dictionaries define the word mission as “an important task that people are given to especially when traveling other places”. In human’s reflection the word mission corresponds to a big responsibility. Sometimes we ask ourselves “what is my mission in life?” of course everybody has a mission in life even animals do. Like the eagle in the story of “The Parable of the Eagle”. The mission of the eagle in the story is to live freely and to soar high above the mountains because he wants to travel the place in where he is comfortable and could live through. Like me I also have a mission in life and that’s to fulfill my dreams and to reach my goals. Like the eagle my mission in life also is to seek the place where I truly belong and to show the real me. The same with the naturalist in the story there are many different people helping us to mold ourselves to become an eagle or to be matured and to soar high. The eagle in the story was comfortably living with other animals like chickens and turkeys. The eagle started to act like them and never even think the existence of the place were he truly belong. Sometimes we act like just the eagle we didn’t see the world outside our world. We didn’t even care about it because we are living a carefree lifestyle with no worries. We should open our eyes and widen our minds that we should seek and explore other things rather than be contented on the things that we are use to. We must dream and improve ourselves. The parable of the eagle reflects a human’s journey of ones mission in life. A journey to where we reach our goals and dreams. The story tells us on how to soar and to dream high. We all have our freedom to dream. We can reach our goals by prioritizing our studies in order to excel in life. Each of us had our own mission in life that we need to accomplish. Our mission gives our life a meaning.