Thursday, December 13, 2012
FRUSTRATED HEART
How can I reach you if you’re a star?
How can I feel you if you’re not in my side?
I feel so empty inside this heart,
Of life, shadow of kisses bade goodbye.
Show me thy smile of sweet lips of yours.
Your angelic face that calms my soul;
And caressed my psyche, oh clement love.
You geniuses of heaven’s generation above.
Make me one like you whom are great.
Make me feel that I have a purpose and faith.
And be able to share my mind desire;
To make a change to all mankind.
Spare me your love, mercy and pray.
That this feeling that brings me insane.
Console my heart and make me shout.
Of love and knowledge of lifetime far.
Oh! Heavens and galaxies of God’s above
Of comets, meteors and stars that light
Gravitate me and let me play with you
And twist of fate of oceans pool.
Make me to the land, to the deepest abeast.
Tort my body and make me yours for real
For I am to feel beneath you skin
Of the numb feelings that I cannot bear.
To Apollo and Aphrodite to you do bring
And all the gods and goddesses of Olympus sing
That they will take piety on my feelings
And make me relief my love inside me fling.
I looked at myself, reflection to life
But only I could see is you whom I love
Invaded my heart and mind that reigns
Who showed me the essence of love remain
Speak to me you cupid of heart
Are you implicating me heartaches nor not.
Bleeding in love, hearts are broken apart;
Because I cannot feel the love inside.
My love seems too far, too late, too soon
Like stars in the night, too near yet far.
Whom shine and smile with might
But do not listens what I feel inside.
MAYBE
Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.
Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.
Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.
Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.
Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.
Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.
Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.
Maybe . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.
Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.
Maybe . . . you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy
Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.
LOVE’S SWEAR
I hold up my hand up high;
Try to reach the far away sky.
But none of the stars had come to life;
Failed and hopeless like my own love.
You squeezed me with you delicate smile,
Melt me with your exquisite eyes.
How could you do this in me?
If you would only failed to love me?
Questions run into my mind;
That I could never answer and define.
Nor express these feelings I bear.
Asked why I ever meet you near.
If only I could reach you
If only I could touch your face
And tell you how much I loved you
More that my life could swear.
Dear YOU
Dear YOU,
You don’t know how much you are special to me. It has been more than seven years that I met you in the jeepney station and it’s been more than two years that I never saw you since the day you decided to board near your school. We saw each other.
On those years, I you don’t know how much I missed you and you don’t know how many times did I pray to God that He will grant me to see you. You don’t know how much you mean to me. I was very reluctant everyday that one day I will see you again in a jeepney as it was before. But then, I was wrong. I never came to reality. Dear you, I miss YOU a lot – your smile, eyes, nose, and your angelic face, everything about you.
You just don’t know how much you made me happy I was been able to get your number at facebook one day. I texted you but then you only just terminated my friendship. But then, I did not give up. I was so desperate on that time that I lied to you about who I really am just to be able to befriend with you and get to know you more.
Then you changed your number, I don’t know why but this again causes me another down fall. Until such time that I need to be friend with your friends and other relatives of you just to be able to know your new number. And that desperation is a successful one. I was able to get your number before the year end because I made a promise to myself that if I could not able to get your digits; I will just forget about you and move on to my journey of life without you by my side and mind.
As always, I do need to lie about who I am because I know you will not accept me as text mate if I will tell you who I really am. In that span of more than one week, maybe, I could consider it as one of the best days of my life, because you consider me as one of those who you really text in your cellphone. I really appreciate it and I learned so much about you and who you really are. Your one of the nicest person in the world and there’s no doubt about that.
As they say, always tell the truth and you will not be sorry of what you have said last. Until such time that I do need to tell the truth and I know that I hearted you that much because you did not texted me almost two weeks or more than that. And I’m very sorry for that and I will always be.
On that time, I am uncertain that you will never text me for what I did. But then I was wrong. You still accepted me ad I treasure that moment.
I could still remember it was January 7; I enter your school not thinking how it would change my life. All I know is I will give you my peace offering, and that is your sketch which I’m longing to give it to you from the start. I sat down on the bench were you usually sat down. As I see you see you approach your friends, I don’t know how I feel. It was the best thing in this world seeing you again for more than two years. Allot of things had changed in you in you; physically and I think you also grow emotionally.
Seeing your face full of surprises as you move the pages of my sketchpad seeing the different faces of you; it was the best experience I ever had. I even note it on the calendar of my cellphone that I had met you for the first time as your friend. The sketch that you had chosen is also my favorite. I draw it with love, missed, and all emotions that I felt for you.
Since then, I was very excited to see your name at the inbox of my cellphone. I still have your fist text on my cellphone which bears your name. Whenever my cellphone rings I always hope that you’re the one who texted. You know, whenever I you texted me, even though it’s a simple text, I’m so happy. You make my day complete even if its not a good one, even though I’m so very tired at school, you take them away.
When you uploaded your video at facebook, I really appreciate it. It’s the best video on earth. I could still remember that day when I viewed it at your account, you made my day complete. There is even a time that I do need to make an absent to my class just to be able to copy your downloaded video from a very close friend.
Recently, I was really surprised that you ask me if I do have the dress you are looking for, because you will join a supermodel search at your school. So I said to my self that this is the time that you need me. After school, I found my self in a store buying the dress that you need. I don’t care how much it causes me as long as I will be able to help you and make you happy, I will do it.
You don’t know how much you make me happy when you I see you walk on that ramp wearing the dress that I lend to you. And you make the night special when you were awarded as the winner of the show. The wait is worth it even I waited for almost 3 hours before the show starts and causes me to go home late in that evening (it’s the latest time that I went home so far). YOU, thank you so much for making me happy on that day.
It was indeed a great day, a memorable one, one of the memories that I had with you that would lasts forever. If I could only go and greet you at the stage and congratulate you and even hug you, I would do it but I just can’t.
The time that you say thank you me, its one of the sweetest messages on earth and I do keep them. I read them whenever I feel sad, and they do really helps.
On Monday, you said that you will return the dress. How will I love to say that its okay if you will no longer return that. But half of me is saying that this is a great remembrance of you.
I hope that one day; we could be friends, a real friend, not just in text but in person. I loved to see you talking to me, sharing secrets, laughing together, asking what my suggestion about a thing, and even leaning to each others shoulder at times when things go wrong. If that happens, I will be the luckiest person on earth and I can’t wait for that day to come.
I will graduate soon, and I pray to God that He will grant me to finish my course with flying colors; if that will happened, I loved to share my success to you because you’re the one and only inspiration why I gone this far. I don’t know how I will live my life after collage now that we have established connection with each other, and I’m afraid to loose this connection.
One-liner: People may not remember exactly what you did or what you said but they will always remember how you made them feel.
Monday, September 13, 2010
FILIPINO’S BURIAL PRACTICES
We Filipinos are endowed all over the world due to our rich heritage, history and culture. These unique features give us the identity of stand and take pride if our precious jewels that our fore father had passed to us.
Due to its being an archipelago, the Philippines is home with thousands of distinct and unique culture that continuously existing up to this days. Within this culture lies our tradition, belief and practices that every person that belongs to that certain culture must obey and practice in order that the culture will keep on existing. And one of this is the burial practices that deals with paying respect to our beloved loved ones who had left us for afterlife.
For the Ilocanos, the dead persons usually professionally embalmed and placed in the coffin. The dead is usually dressed with the National dresses, the Barong Tagalong for the gentlemen and Maria Clara and the Terno are for the ladies. The boy is mourned and prayed for Nine (9) days and night that symbolizes the Nine (9) Holy Mystery of the Rosary. In that period, it is their belief that the coffin’s glass should not be wiped nor cleaned by any member of the family. The carpet of the coffin must not also be swept by the aid of any cleaning material because if it will not be obeyed, bad luck will come or even worst, another member of the family will die. Tang is also served near the coffin for the belief that the soul of the dead person also needs to eat like everybody does.
In the rural areas, the body is brought to the church for the blessing and the body’s final mass. Internment is usually scheduled for 3:00 p.m., to coin with the hour of Christ’s crucifixion. A band precedes the coffin during of the funeral march while the members of the immediate family walk behind the hearse to escort the dead to the cemetery.
But in some urban areas, where the cemeteries or the memorial parks may be some distance away, the funeral procession is replaced by slow-moving motorcade, with the car of the family following the hearse.
The female relatives of the deceased wear black or white band around their upper arm to show their sorrow.
The dead person usually clasps a rosary in his folded hands. Before the coffin is placed into the niche, the coffin is opened for the immediate members of the family to view their loved one for the last time. Sometimes they kiss the coffin’s glass window in farewell. The rosary is broken to prevent another death of the family. It is also a practice that the small children will pass-over the coffin with out touching the coffin’s surface so that the spirit if the dead person will not haunt them. After that, a feast is served for everybody who went to the internment. But before the person must eat he must wash his hand to the boiled water that contains guava leaves. This symbolizes one must wash his sorrow as he deep his hand to the solution and to celebrate that the soul of the person who had passed is now united with God in heaven.
A gulgol is made a day after the internment. It is usually done near the riverbank. It is made to let all the memories of the dead person let go as flow of the water. A nine-day novena is usually prayed for the eternal repose of the deceased. On the fortieth day after the death, a mass is held, followed by a celebration. It is believed that by his time, the soul would have been cleansed in purgatory and reunited with the Lord, just as Christ ascend into heaven forty days after his death.
Meanwhile, on the northern part of the country particularly in Benguet, burial practices are not just as simple as the Ilocanos. It’s a long process that needs to undergo not only to the corpse but also to the bereave family. This process is called mummification. They say that there is no such record about when this practice started but they believed that the persons in there had practice mummification long before the seventeenth century.
According to the elder, mummification begins with the embalmers pouring a solution of salt water into the mouth of the dead person to prevent early decomposition of the internal organs. The corpse is then stripped of clothes and bathed in cold water. Wrapped in the death blanket, the corpse is tied to a chair called the death chair. The chair stands on high stilts. The corpse sits in the chair for a week or so until the body fluids flow out of the swollen body.
In this condition, the corpse is then laid on the floor. Close relatives peel the outer skin off the whole body, which is washed repeatedly with cold water until all the body fluids stop coming out. Covered with the same blanket, the corpse is tied again to the death chair.
The next step is removing the worms that infest the body. When the corpse begins to dry, the juice of boiled and pounded herbs, and guava and patani leaves is applied to the body everyday until it is totally dry. Animal fats and leaves of bisodok and duming are also continuously rubbed on the skin. Then, a fire is built below the death chair, with the regulated heat, to smoke the body up to two years. Tobacco smokes is also blown through the mouth of the dead body because it is believed that tobacco smoke is good preservative.
When the body begins to shrink, its position is change. The corpse is placed in a crouching position with the hands and legs tied to the chest. As the corpse dries, is placed under the sun during the day and smoked during the night.
Drying and smoking are done alternately from two months to one year. At the end of the process, the corpse is placed in the coffin usually made of a hollowed-out trunk of a tree. The coffin can be of various sizes. Decorations markings and drawing of animals or whatever symbols the deceased specified are engrave on the coffin. The corpse is finally buried in the cave of his ancestors, or and other cave chosen by his nearest of kin.
The mumbaki (native priest) decide the day of the burial based on propitious signs during the early evening. Before the corpse is finally buried, native rituals are observed by the town folks. Pigs, carabaos, and cows are butchered, while rice wine (tapuy) is served everyday, until the corpse is buried by the native priest.
Mummification was expensive and took a long time to do. It became a status symbol. The richer the dead man’s family, the costlier the care and maintenance of the mummy.
One’s culture and tradition must not be the basis to judge and degrade the person culture. But it must be the way to get to know him more. And we should take note that we are all Filipinos; the things that you do to others reflects you. Respect is essential. And if this is don’t reign, chaos will automatically take over. It should also be the way to learn how rich our culture is and a vital ground to get to know who we really are.
Due to its being an archipelago, the Philippines is home with thousands of distinct and unique culture that continuously existing up to this days. Within this culture lies our tradition, belief and practices that every person that belongs to that certain culture must obey and practice in order that the culture will keep on existing. And one of this is the burial practices that deals with paying respect to our beloved loved ones who had left us for afterlife.
For the Ilocanos, the dead persons usually professionally embalmed and placed in the coffin. The dead is usually dressed with the National dresses, the Barong Tagalong for the gentlemen and Maria Clara and the Terno are for the ladies. The boy is mourned and prayed for Nine (9) days and night that symbolizes the Nine (9) Holy Mystery of the Rosary. In that period, it is their belief that the coffin’s glass should not be wiped nor cleaned by any member of the family. The carpet of the coffin must not also be swept by the aid of any cleaning material because if it will not be obeyed, bad luck will come or even worst, another member of the family will die. Tang is also served near the coffin for the belief that the soul of the dead person also needs to eat like everybody does.
In the rural areas, the body is brought to the church for the blessing and the body’s final mass. Internment is usually scheduled for 3:00 p.m., to coin with the hour of Christ’s crucifixion. A band precedes the coffin during of the funeral march while the members of the immediate family walk behind the hearse to escort the dead to the cemetery.
But in some urban areas, where the cemeteries or the memorial parks may be some distance away, the funeral procession is replaced by slow-moving motorcade, with the car of the family following the hearse.
The female relatives of the deceased wear black or white band around their upper arm to show their sorrow.
The dead person usually clasps a rosary in his folded hands. Before the coffin is placed into the niche, the coffin is opened for the immediate members of the family to view their loved one for the last time. Sometimes they kiss the coffin’s glass window in farewell. The rosary is broken to prevent another death of the family. It is also a practice that the small children will pass-over the coffin with out touching the coffin’s surface so that the spirit if the dead person will not haunt them. After that, a feast is served for everybody who went to the internment. But before the person must eat he must wash his hand to the boiled water that contains guava leaves. This symbolizes one must wash his sorrow as he deep his hand to the solution and to celebrate that the soul of the person who had passed is now united with God in heaven.
A gulgol is made a day after the internment. It is usually done near the riverbank. It is made to let all the memories of the dead person let go as flow of the water. A nine-day novena is usually prayed for the eternal repose of the deceased. On the fortieth day after the death, a mass is held, followed by a celebration. It is believed that by his time, the soul would have been cleansed in purgatory and reunited with the Lord, just as Christ ascend into heaven forty days after his death.
Meanwhile, on the northern part of the country particularly in Benguet, burial practices are not just as simple as the Ilocanos. It’s a long process that needs to undergo not only to the corpse but also to the bereave family. This process is called mummification. They say that there is no such record about when this practice started but they believed that the persons in there had practice mummification long before the seventeenth century.
According to the elder, mummification begins with the embalmers pouring a solution of salt water into the mouth of the dead person to prevent early decomposition of the internal organs. The corpse is then stripped of clothes and bathed in cold water. Wrapped in the death blanket, the corpse is tied to a chair called the death chair. The chair stands on high stilts. The corpse sits in the chair for a week or so until the body fluids flow out of the swollen body.
In this condition, the corpse is then laid on the floor. Close relatives peel the outer skin off the whole body, which is washed repeatedly with cold water until all the body fluids stop coming out. Covered with the same blanket, the corpse is tied again to the death chair.
The next step is removing the worms that infest the body. When the corpse begins to dry, the juice of boiled and pounded herbs, and guava and patani leaves is applied to the body everyday until it is totally dry. Animal fats and leaves of bisodok and duming are also continuously rubbed on the skin. Then, a fire is built below the death chair, with the regulated heat, to smoke the body up to two years. Tobacco smokes is also blown through the mouth of the dead body because it is believed that tobacco smoke is good preservative.
When the body begins to shrink, its position is change. The corpse is placed in a crouching position with the hands and legs tied to the chest. As the corpse dries, is placed under the sun during the day and smoked during the night.
Drying and smoking are done alternately from two months to one year. At the end of the process, the corpse is placed in the coffin usually made of a hollowed-out trunk of a tree. The coffin can be of various sizes. Decorations markings and drawing of animals or whatever symbols the deceased specified are engrave on the coffin. The corpse is finally buried in the cave of his ancestors, or and other cave chosen by his nearest of kin.
The mumbaki (native priest) decide the day of the burial based on propitious signs during the early evening. Before the corpse is finally buried, native rituals are observed by the town folks. Pigs, carabaos, and cows are butchered, while rice wine (tapuy) is served everyday, until the corpse is buried by the native priest.
Mummification was expensive and took a long time to do. It became a status symbol. The richer the dead man’s family, the costlier the care and maintenance of the mummy.
One’s culture and tradition must not be the basis to judge and degrade the person culture. But it must be the way to get to know him more. And we should take note that we are all Filipinos; the things that you do to others reflects you. Respect is essential. And if this is don’t reign, chaos will automatically take over. It should also be the way to learn how rich our culture is and a vital ground to get to know who we really are.
DOUGHNUT
As far as I know about the history of doughnut, doughnut was made by accident. There was a person before who once tried to bake bread. He put the bread on the oven but then he observed that when he baked the bread, it turn out that the outside of the bread was well baked but in the inside it was not. So he thinks for the possible solutions on how to solve this problem. So he came to a point that he will just made the bread into a ring shape one and luckily he succeeded.
This simple food or bread doesn’t only nourish our body but it teaches us good qualities and lessons of life. If you will asked me what I usually notice about the doughnut in the first glance of it. I would tell to you honestly, the hole of the doughnut. But it doesn’t mean that I’m a judgmental person. But I want to reflect it with our qualities as a Filipino people and as a human in this world.
It is common for us human to criticized people by their wrong doings and negative impressions last in them. That they had made before which they eventually sorry about it. Isnt there is the room for repentance, for sorry. It is easy for us to see all the short comings of that person.
That once a person committed a mistake in life, the mistake lives on as long as these person lives. And worst, the even associate these mistakes that he had committed to his name. it is ussually happening in the community. I usually heared these line.. “ah.. dun ka pupunta, kila Juan na lasengo. Un at un nalang ang lumalabas sa bibig ng tao. Na para bang wala ng nagawang tama ang isang tao.” It is very shameful. Because they remember a certain person by it’s wrong doing.
One perfect example of this is on how we treat our government official. Isn’t it that people often tell the government that it is corrupt, that it is injustice, that it is immoral, that he is doing nothing for the betterment of the Filipino people? We even go to the streets and do rallies against it just to express our emotions. It is easy to tell those things. But is there any time that we asked our selves, is there any basis of what we are saying, is there any proof of these accusations that we accused to the? Nothing is it not?? Any is there any moment in our lives that we asked our selves that how about us, what we can do to our nation.
I was reminded about the famous saying the president of the United States of America- John F. Kennedy. He said, “Ask what you can do to your country, and not you country can do to yourself”. It is easy to critique a person and what he had done. But what if, the person who we are critiquing will asked us to do the same thing; I don’t know if we can do the same.
I think it isn’t innate quality of us human to critique some one or its work. I think it is learned by us with our environment that we lived on. We should bear in mind that as we critique anything or anybody, we should be reminded that we are responsible for our words and actions. That we should consider their feelings.
Critiquing is easy. But had we ever commend a person for his great job.?
We usually use our eyes in seeing most of the time. But in some circimstances, we don’t usually need our hearth in seeing a person. We can also see people with just our hearths alone. Also, try to look the other way around, maybe there is more beatiful qualities that this person that you will discover.
This simple food or bread doesn’t only nourish our body but it teaches us good qualities and lessons of life. If you will asked me what I usually notice about the doughnut in the first glance of it. I would tell to you honestly, the hole of the doughnut. But it doesn’t mean that I’m a judgmental person. But I want to reflect it with our qualities as a Filipino people and as a human in this world.
It is common for us human to criticized people by their wrong doings and negative impressions last in them. That they had made before which they eventually sorry about it. Isnt there is the room for repentance, for sorry. It is easy for us to see all the short comings of that person.
That once a person committed a mistake in life, the mistake lives on as long as these person lives. And worst, the even associate these mistakes that he had committed to his name. it is ussually happening in the community. I usually heared these line.. “ah.. dun ka pupunta, kila Juan na lasengo. Un at un nalang ang lumalabas sa bibig ng tao. Na para bang wala ng nagawang tama ang isang tao.” It is very shameful. Because they remember a certain person by it’s wrong doing.
One perfect example of this is on how we treat our government official. Isn’t it that people often tell the government that it is corrupt, that it is injustice, that it is immoral, that he is doing nothing for the betterment of the Filipino people? We even go to the streets and do rallies against it just to express our emotions. It is easy to tell those things. But is there any time that we asked our selves, is there any basis of what we are saying, is there any proof of these accusations that we accused to the? Nothing is it not?? Any is there any moment in our lives that we asked our selves that how about us, what we can do to our nation.
I was reminded about the famous saying the president of the United States of America- John F. Kennedy. He said, “Ask what you can do to your country, and not you country can do to yourself”. It is easy to critique a person and what he had done. But what if, the person who we are critiquing will asked us to do the same thing; I don’t know if we can do the same.
I think it isn’t innate quality of us human to critique some one or its work. I think it is learned by us with our environment that we lived on. We should bear in mind that as we critique anything or anybody, we should be reminded that we are responsible for our words and actions. That we should consider their feelings.
Critiquing is easy. But had we ever commend a person for his great job.?
We usually use our eyes in seeing most of the time. But in some circimstances, we don’t usually need our hearth in seeing a person. We can also see people with just our hearths alone. Also, try to look the other way around, maybe there is more beatiful qualities that this person that you will discover.
Simple Honesty Is All We Need
Before I proceed, let me define first what’s truth is. The Encarta Dictionary of terms defines truth as the quality, condition, or characteristic of being fair, truthful, and morally upright and synonymous with the words, candor and sincerity
I wrote this simple essay of mine because of a certain person whom I met in text by a friend who gave his number. At first, I was so very reluctant to text him and immediately, he replied my text. And then our friendship starts. He said to me that he is also a Business Administration student from the school I was enrolled with. And he even tells me that he is a homosexual person and I said its okay with me. But later on, he tells the truth that he is not a gay. So we texted each other and befriend. He said also that he is a bullied, he is poor, and he belongs to a conservative and strict religion and so on. I even tell to him if he knows a certain person from the school where he came from and he delightedly said that he knows that person. So I feel very comfortable with him and even told to him that we had a lot of things in common and this friendship will last long.
Within the week, I was so eager to meet him because his course was first offered in the university. And there were a lot of questions that I want to answer by him in regards to his course. And I also want him to see my sketches and also to personally meet him and talk with him in person. Tuesday and Wednesday, we still had connection with each other thru text. But in Thursday and Friday, it was stopped. I did not bother to ask him for that because during those days, the university is busy for the midterm examination so I concluded that he too is busy reviewing his notes.
Until comes Saturday. Exactly one week since we had befriends when he texted me. He asks me if I’m okay and I said yes. From then, we continued to txt again. Our topics are all in the school and other related topics. He even tried to tell me that if he would given the chance to search my name and my picture, he would look for me and when he found me, he will immediately punch me just like what he ad usually do in the school where he came from. Because he said allot of time to me that he is a bully in their university. It was quite pass 10:00 in the evening when he tried to open up things to me and told me the truth of his identity.
He told me that the facts that he said to me are all false. He said that he is a graduate of Business Administration from the private university in our province and he is now currently enrolled in the same university for his non-thesis masteral program. He also told me that he is a Philippine Science High School graduate and a summa cum laude graduate in college. And he had said that all the information about himself that he said is all false.
You may tell to me and ask me why did I wrote this thing and what’s wrong with that? Well, for me, this is not a funny thing. For me, honesty matters. Why, because even from the start that I had texted him, I had always telling the truth about who I am and who I’m not. And here is he, making you believe that all the info’s that he gave to you are all real. He is lying from the very start.
I was reminded by e very simple yet a very valuable quotation that I read about honesty some where in the magazine, which goes this way, “ALWAS TELL THE TRUTH, AND YOU WON’T BE SORRY OF THE THINGS THAT YOU HAD SAID LAST”. Tell the truth, and the truth will find its way to find you. I always asked also this question to my self, “Why does other people are hard up in telling the truth?” “What’s wrong with truth; will these causes their life if they will tell the truth?” Certainly, I don’t think so.
With what he had made to him, I don’t know tomorrow if I would text him the way we texted each other, because there’s now the burden in your heart that what if he is not telling the truth again and making me believed again of his false information. I’m afraid what would come next that he will tell to me. And until when he will tell more lies to me? And in what point will I be able to decipher which is the real ones.
Sometimes, it’s not always the face validity of a person that person that we should look at to but also in the content validity. If he is honest or not; if he is good or not; and most specially, if he could be better that you are.
Most of the times, it’s not the nature that greatly contributes our life; but the nurture. The upbringing of the child also matters
I wrote this simple essay of mine because of a certain person whom I met in text by a friend who gave his number. At first, I was so very reluctant to text him and immediately, he replied my text. And then our friendship starts. He said to me that he is also a Business Administration student from the school I was enrolled with. And he even tells me that he is a homosexual person and I said its okay with me. But later on, he tells the truth that he is not a gay. So we texted each other and befriend. He said also that he is a bullied, he is poor, and he belongs to a conservative and strict religion and so on. I even tell to him if he knows a certain person from the school where he came from and he delightedly said that he knows that person. So I feel very comfortable with him and even told to him that we had a lot of things in common and this friendship will last long.
Within the week, I was so eager to meet him because his course was first offered in the university. And there were a lot of questions that I want to answer by him in regards to his course. And I also want him to see my sketches and also to personally meet him and talk with him in person. Tuesday and Wednesday, we still had connection with each other thru text. But in Thursday and Friday, it was stopped. I did not bother to ask him for that because during those days, the university is busy for the midterm examination so I concluded that he too is busy reviewing his notes.
Until comes Saturday. Exactly one week since we had befriends when he texted me. He asks me if I’m okay and I said yes. From then, we continued to txt again. Our topics are all in the school and other related topics. He even tried to tell me that if he would given the chance to search my name and my picture, he would look for me and when he found me, he will immediately punch me just like what he ad usually do in the school where he came from. Because he said allot of time to me that he is a bully in their university. It was quite pass 10:00 in the evening when he tried to open up things to me and told me the truth of his identity.
He told me that the facts that he said to me are all false. He said that he is a graduate of Business Administration from the private university in our province and he is now currently enrolled in the same university for his non-thesis masteral program. He also told me that he is a Philippine Science High School graduate and a summa cum laude graduate in college. And he had said that all the information about himself that he said is all false.
You may tell to me and ask me why did I wrote this thing and what’s wrong with that? Well, for me, this is not a funny thing. For me, honesty matters. Why, because even from the start that I had texted him, I had always telling the truth about who I am and who I’m not. And here is he, making you believe that all the info’s that he gave to you are all real. He is lying from the very start.
I was reminded by e very simple yet a very valuable quotation that I read about honesty some where in the magazine, which goes this way, “ALWAS TELL THE TRUTH, AND YOU WON’T BE SORRY OF THE THINGS THAT YOU HAD SAID LAST”. Tell the truth, and the truth will find its way to find you. I always asked also this question to my self, “Why does other people are hard up in telling the truth?” “What’s wrong with truth; will these causes their life if they will tell the truth?” Certainly, I don’t think so.
With what he had made to him, I don’t know tomorrow if I would text him the way we texted each other, because there’s now the burden in your heart that what if he is not telling the truth again and making me believed again of his false information. I’m afraid what would come next that he will tell to me. And until when he will tell more lies to me? And in what point will I be able to decipher which is the real ones.
Sometimes, it’s not always the face validity of a person that person that we should look at to but also in the content validity. If he is honest or not; if he is good or not; and most specially, if he could be better that you are.
Most of the times, it’s not the nature that greatly contributes our life; but the nurture. The upbringing of the child also matters
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