Martes, Mayo 17, 2011

What Is Important

What Is Important

I was scanning my old papers when I found a short story from the unknown author entitled “What Is Important?” and thought of sharing it to everyone. The story goes like this;
A young boy watched his father walked into the living room….

The boy noticed that his brother, John began to cower slightly as his father entered. The older boy sensed that John had done something wrong. Then he saw form the distance what his brother had done. The younger boy had open his father’s brand new hymnal and scribbled all over the first page with a pen.
Staring at their father fearfully, both brothers waited for John’s punishment. The father picked up the prized hymnal, looked at it carefully and then sat down, without saying a word. Books were precious to him; he was a minister with several academic degrees. For him, books were knowledge.

What he did next was remarkable. Instead of punishing his brother, instead of scolding, or yelling, his father took the pen from the little boy’s hand, and then wrote in the book himself, alongside the scribbles that John had made. Here is what that father wrote: “John’s work, 1959, age 2. How many times have I looked into your beautiful face and into your warm, alert eyes looking up at me and thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new hymnal? You have made the book sacred, as have your brother and sister to us much of my life.” “Wow,” thought the older brother, “This is punishment?”
Since that time, the hymnal has become a treasured family possession. It is a tangible proof that their parents love them. (End)
This story touches me so much. It taught the lesson that what really matter is people, not objects. They are the one that we must treasure and not the things that we can buy in the department store. Things that would last for only a couple of hours, days,weeks, etc. and also what matter is patience, not judgment. We tend to lost patient when we are overrated by our judgments and losing it is one of the reasons we lost trust to people and without even knowing it we lost the people we valued. Patient is indeed is one of the component of a great relationship. And most importantly this story taught me that what matter most is love, not anger. anger ruins everything.

Sabado, Mayo 7, 2011

Mothers Day

It's been a week of contemplation on what to give to my beloved mother on this very special day.
I thought of giving her a dress or jewelry but then if I know my mother well I’m sure that this kind of present is not the thing that would give her such joy. She is not onto material thing. So I think again of something special.

Suddenly something caught my attention an old picture-frame of my mother. Then I got a brilliant idea. I thought of bringing it to a charcoal artist. And so I did and put it in a classic frame. Made a poem and encrypted it on the side of the picture.

Indeed it is not the price of to gift that counts but the thought. I love my mother and I want the best gift for her this mother’s day and there’s nothing greater than a gift with a personal touch.

Mothers deserve an ever precious gift, a gift that no money can buy and it is no more than the love, appreciation and care they get from their family, their husband and their children. The mother’s love is selfless, unconditional and true. They take care of their family more than they do to their self.

On this very special day for all mothers, all I ask is a bit of care and love to be show to every mother in the word. Give your mother a hug, a kiss, a letter or cook for her, pampered her, show her your love and make her feel love and special.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

Huwebes, Abril 28, 2011

just a try

i was just curios about this blog thing and got an idea, why not try it?
so here i am, starting a blog which by the way i'm not used to.
but honestly something happened that pushes me to make this account.
i got basted. funny but i just need to shout it to the world.
i feel like i'm about to burst so i need to let it out and the worst thing is that i have no one to talk about this.

i confessed my feelings to "this person" because i thought "this person" felt the same way.
i didn't plan to tell "this person" because i doubted what "this person" felt for me but "this person" keep on pushing me and when i tell thee. "this person" just stop communicating to me and made a story that "this person" is married already by which for a fact i know that it isn't true. it hurts because "this person" don't have a guts to tell me directly the truth. and i hate "this person" for that.

but any way, i'm coping right now. and hoping that i can move on and start again.and to "this person", i hope you'll have the courage to talk to me because it would really help me move on.

(pardon me for using "this person" it's just that i still can't replace it with a pronoun or a name. bare with me.)