My Family; The Diamond of My Life, The Heart of My Soul, The Gift From God!

Family, in books, is defined as a group of people which is the basic unit of a society or a community. In this definition, I don't agree because that definition of a family lacks a lot of definition and if those books will write the complete meaning of a family, the whole book cannot occupy the whole meaning of it, even a paper as big as the whole universe isn't enough to define a it. Its definition, for me, is unlimited. Only the heart can define it, but not the brain.

Before we know other people, the first people that we encounter after the long life inside our mothers womb, is our family, the family destined to us. It is the only group of people who takes care of us like no other, give us our needs in our daily life which others can't give. Not only the material things that we can touch, see, and hear, but also the things that we can feel, feel by the heart, not feel by our skin. The things that we will not know the meaning without them such us love, trust, joy, concern and many more. These words were defined to us by our family first, before the dictionary or a book does. Our family defined them by showing and making us feel them, unlike the book, they defined to us by reading their meaning. Let's compare a son who knows love by using a book, and a son who knows love because of his family. The I know the first son can give us the meaning of love intelligently coming from his mind, but if we will ask him how it really feels, do you think he can give us an answer? Of course not, but the son who knows love because of his family can answer not only the meaning of it but also the feeling of love. I am just trying to say that there are many things that only our family can give us and also, we cannot compare our family to other objects here in our literal world because it is unfair for the objects to be compared to our family. Simply because they have no match to our family when compared, right? In short, family is incomparable. 

Now, can you call a human a "person" without a family? Can you imagine you, as yourself, without a family? You are 99.99% incomplete! Because, a family occupies the largest part of a person and without them, you are nothing and empty. You're like a ballpen without an ink, a plate without a food, a painter without an easel, a pencil without a lead, and uhmmm. . . uhhh . . . more things that are useless! Family shapes us into a person, like how the Ifugaos patiently shaped the Banawe Rice Terraces. Without them, we will not exist. It only shows us that family is really important.

 "I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich". This is just a short sentence but full of meaning. That sentence came from the mouth of wisdom of Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford. I agree with them. You are the most rich person in the whole world for instance, but you don't have family to share those riches. What should I call you because of that? Forever Alone? And now, you have nothing, but you have a family whom you can share your love, concern and trust or vice versa. What should I call you because of that? Forever Loved! From their love, you can be rich. You're heart will be inspired by them and you'll realize that you can do anything and be rich not only by means of money or properties, but by means of their care. Just like my Lolo. Their life started on mud. Together with his family, they worked together and he was inspired to make his family out of the mud. When he grew up, he became a seaman. They became rich and their life on the mud is now in a paradise. My Lolo advised me to love my family because they're the one who will make us rich in the middle of struggles and obstacles. I will be like an apple tree that is fruitful of red sweet apples in the middle of the Sahara desert. This is another proof of how a family became important to us.  

Ideal family? An ideal family, for me, is the family that has a member who loves each other, who bonds together, who solves problems together, helps each other, concern to each other, loyal to each other and others XD! The "mostest bestest perfectest" example of an ideal family is my own family! There is no problem that can break the strong relationship inside our hearts. We are always included on solving the problem of one of the members of our family. We live together, not in a house, but in a home. 

Me as a part of our family? Well, all I can say is, I am not a good son neither a good kuya. I always give problems to them. I know that in your mind right now, you're thinking that I am very bad. Don't deny it. But I guess those problems I made are the number one factor that made my family close and strong. Those problems carved and shaped us. In short, I am also an advantage! Even though I am notorious to them, they still love me and I still love them. Now that's what a family is! Accepting the nature of the members made us strong like the "Incredibles"! Just kidding! \(^_^)/


Thanks for reading! <--- Even though YOU didn't read it! XD 

Father's Day Must Be Everyday! Right?

First of all, what is a father, or a dad, papa, tatay, itay, ama or whatever you call your dad? Is a father just a person, a simple person working for us? Of course you will answer no. I know some of you become angry when your father is scolding you, but did your mind tell you WHY your father is scolding you? I also know that some of you are telling that if there are FATHER'S DAY and MOTHER'S DAY, there should also CHILDREN'S DAY, but once again, isn't everyday, children's day? Our parents always caring for us, sacrificing, working and many priceless things that they always give to us. Maybe it is the answer that's why there's no children's or kid's day. Anyway, all I want to say is, a father is irreplaceable .

 “When he came to his senses, he said… ^“I will set out and go back to my father”  –Luke 15:17.

It is a verse on the Bible about the prodigal son that tells us that you can still come home no matter how far you have wondered or how deep your sins are. In that story, the son asked for his inheritance and spent them for useless things, but still the father accepted him. Can you imagine how a father loves their children? How our father loves us? Endless and priceless, the only two words to describe a father's love.

When I was a kid, Father's day is nothing to me, a normal day, a simple day, a no special day. I don't even greet my father, even a single sentence, a single phrase, or a singles sentence. But the past Father's day made me awake from that lullaby. I realized that this day is a special day for a special man of our life, our father. "Thanks dad for all, thanks for sacrificing, caring, making us a well-disciplined kids and a person with great fear to God", this is just a sentence, simple to read but hard to say to him. I am shy to say this to him because he knows that I am not a dramatic person and I guess he won't expect that line coming from my mouth. We all know that doing is better than saying so, instead of saying, I'd rather express it by means of actions. 

My father's working away from us. He is working at Santa Maria, Bulacan, too far from Cavite right? Because of that, he is just going home weekly, sometimes not. It was June 16, saturday in the morning, I planned to clean the house, especially his bedroom. I also used my skills in drawing and I made  a mocked face of him like in editorial articles and there written a "Happy Father's Day" greetings. Using my allowance, I bought him a pair of slippers because, I saw that his slippers are old and he does not want to buy new one because he is thinking that the money that he will use will be better spent on us instead of his slippers, so I guess it is payback time! 

It is already 7:00 at night when my dad arrived the house tired from driving. His back aching, his feet were in pain too so after hugging us, he went straight to his bedroom. Then suddenly, he shouted "Wow naman! Ba't ang linis ng kwarto ko? Naglinis ka ba nanay (my mother) ?". One hundred grams of smile will be seen on my face when I heard that. My mother told him that I am the one who made it clean as clean as I can. My father ran towards to me and then hugged me. I was laughing when he hugged me, we were both laughing, laughing like the judgement day will be tomorrow. I guess he is laughing because he did not expect that and I laughed because of his reactions carved on his face. After that, I showed him my artwork, after the short silence, we laughed again because of that mocked face printed on the paper. His laughs are out of control and it looks like it is unlimited. He said "Ba't ang pangit ko dito? Hahaha!". Then I answered "Because it is a mocked face of yours dad! Hahaha". That night was full of laughter and joy.

Sunday morning, it is a great day. When the eyelids of my eyes started to open up, the first person I saw is my father. He pulled my right hand and dragged me towards the compartment of the car. There he showed me several boxes of school supplies. Of course, I asked him the reason why there are many school supplies there. My father told me with great excitement and pride that we will give those things as donations to his former alma mater, the Tabora Elementary School. That time, I realized that my father know how to lean back to the place where he started his journey of his life. We packed the school supplies in plastics and that served as the bonding moments of our family. This is how my father celebrated the day, by helping others by means of donating to the unfortunate ones. What he just did seems simple to use, but meaningful to the unfortunate students and when we got to that school, our hearts were filled with joy and happiness that touched our feelings. It was a wonderful day to remember.

That day, my father was not a simple citizen of Barangay Tabora. That day, he was the superhero of unfortunate students. That day, he was a model to us. And most of all, that day he was the Angel of all children because he showed me good deeds and actions. He showed us not just by means of speaking, but by means of actions. Also that day, a sudden revelation happened. I was able to say to him all the things I wanted to tell him. My father was very proud for me.

I know that you can hear the music playing right now. This song is dedicated to my very own father. This song is also serves as an acknowledgement to him for raising me up, for forgiving my sins and for making me from a little boy into a blessed man. Thank you very much dad!

*I won't let you read this dad! I'm still a little shy to show this thing to you. hehehe XD*

The Weird Anticipation of My Junior Life

Hello! It's me again on the new school year, new experiences, new boundary of teachers, new life, new world, new dimension, on the "New Life as a Junior". We all know that expecting is the first thing that a person will do if he or she will enter to an experience which is new to his or her knowledge. Some are nervous, some are excited, and some are scared due to their different anticipations. Well, when it comes to anticipating, weird imagination of my mind starts to work and think. Because I am a pessimistic student, my anticipations often made me nervous, nervous as a mouse chased by a hungry cat. One example is the exam results. Almost all of my classmates are expecting and wishing that they will get high scores, but differently, I am expecting that I am the lowest. Pessimistic expectations often make me getting into trouble, uhmm, but wait, before our topic goes far as North pole's distance to South pole's distance, let us now talk about my impressions to a new school year, the Third Year life.

Before struggling to the different dimension of being a student, former Juniors had already gave me some reviews and backgrounds of being a third year student. Almost all of them told me that it was like inserting not a thread, but a yarn on a small needle without any thimble, threader, or any tools. Because of that, expectations were born. My brain was filled with questions, curiosity, nervousness, and excitement. I have expectations not only to our class but also on the whole Cavite National Science High School. "What is the feeling of being a Junior?" is the first question that collided with my mind. Due to different expectations and the stories from the former Juniors, the second question was formed and it is "Is it challenging to be a Junior?"

The first thing where expectations was provided is on the appearance of our new classroom but at this point, I became optimistic. I thought that it will be on the second floor, its tiles will be new, but unfortunately opposite of what I had imagined is what in reality. Thinking of the characteristics our adviser is where I was focused. Expecting negatively, worked on this. At first sight, opinions were stated on the appearance and looks of her. In this case, imagining the traits of a teacher makes me timorous. Roaring voice, frightening eyes, super strict and always in a bad mood are her traits that I had expected. When our first day of the class arrived, my heart started to beat fast and the beating started to go faster and faster when our adviser named Ma'am Juliet Arceo entered the classroom. I was focused on her eyes and one expectation of her was proven wrong. Her eyes is not that frightening but it was also proven that she is strict when it comes to the cleanliness of our beloved classroom. When she started talking, soft voice was heard by my observing ears. I guess she is a cheerful person because we always play games when we have time. Because of the evidences the result is, I am wrong again! When the expectations were proven wrong, I felt better and better as several days passes by. It feels like removing a thorn suspended on your foot. Good to hear right? But there are still expectations that are still in a process of looking for the answer. At this time, right now, while composing this informal theme paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence, word by word, letter by letter, I'm currently wondering if this school year will be full of fun, unforgettable events, memories that are good to think again when we are old, emotional scenes, joking times, and the knowledge that we will use on broadening of our future. I am expecting for the good knowledge that we must learn for it will be the one that will shape us from being a useless boulder into a magnificent statue. As a member and a third year representative of the Student Supreme Government or SSG, we are expecting for a successful and victorious projects of our team and we wish that everyone will aid us. But they mustn't remain as expectations, instead, they must turn into reality before the turn of our President kuya Jeremias. Not only on SSG, but to the other school organization, we are expecting for good projects right? Victory is expected to all Sayanistas!

Going back from the questions of the second paragraph, I think being a junior is challenging and I am expecting that research proposal is the most challenging. It was said by the former junior that proposing the research is hard as making rock as your viand. I like to interact on challenges for this will make me a nice person. And I guess the first challenge is adjusting and adapting the environment of Juniors.

Expecting, anticipating, formulating impressions, and guessing are the first things that a person will do if he or she will enter a new world. Obviously, I am expecting for many things but the most important and essential expectation is the success and victory of the school. Triumph is the most expected to my Beloved Alma Mater! 

  

My Talent: a product of a wide Imagination!!!

Hello!!!... Many people want me to sing or dance especially my parents and relatives but I guess those talents don't suit me even though I am a lil' good at singing. My one and only talent is drawing anime. Drawing is a talent that doesn't need to perform in front of many people but I guess it is the best way to express feelings so, I guess it really suits me because I don't want performing in front of the crowd.


 Isn't she cute? She is one of my favorite game character and at the same time my most favorite character to draw. As you can see, she is cheerful and easy-going like me. When I am drawing a character, I feel like they are true and moving like this. I guess that's what a large IMAGINATION can do. My talent really needs a lot of IMAGINATION.


If I will be given a magic, I will choose the power to make drawings alive like us humans. BUT, it is impossible right? I guess I'm just being stupid and silly (^_^)7... hahaha... What do you think? XD

Akebono

Heya... I'm Ryan Russel P. Reyes, a student of CNSHS and I am 14 years old. You are very welcome in visiting my blog and L hope you'll like it. Well, this blog is about my imaginations without limitations. As you can see, the word "music" in the title doesn't literally a music. Music symbolizes the range of my imagination, and that is limitless. I am new in blogging so, if there are anything that you won't like, suggest it to me. Arigatou Gozaimasu (^_^)7