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Wednesday, October 24, 2007


Father, father I am sick

It was a late Saturday afternoon when I decided that I wanted to go to the mall and shop a little for myself. I asked my brother to bring me there because iw was quite cloudy and I don't want to get wet in if in case it rains. On my way to the mall, I realized something that is why I wrote this.
Along Quirino Street while waiting for the green light, I saw a mother with her child walking towards our car and approached the window of the passenger seat where I was seated. The child was about 3-4 years of age, he is bald, skinny that you can't abrely see some flesh. He had hollow eyes which made him look very sick, His bones were like just a long piece of stick that might snap anytime. The boy was extending his right hand to beg for some money. Iw as about to pick some coins from my pocket but suddenly the green lights flashed on. I looked back as the car was moving and I saw their faces. They were totally DISAPPOINTED. This was the time I realized how lucky I was to eat three times a day or even five times a day. I realized that I was lucky that I can buy my necessities and roam around the mall. I just thought that these kida are so deprived from the things that average people do. That boy isn't the only one suffering from that kind of living but there are millions of them who are crying out for help but nobody hears them. They are considered the isolated people in our society just because they cannot support themselves. I am not denying that I get irritated when these children bug me while walking along the streets asking for money. Most of us have the same reaction when it comes to these things but now I know that these people are also created by God and must be respected like how most of us respect our average fellowmen. Help me make a change. A change that would make this a better place to live in where there is no discrimination among the society. Where law is for everybody and not only for some rich people who manipulates everything with money. Think about it. If every child in our community will be given a chance to taste at least some good things in life them maybe you wouldn't have to spend time reading posts like this one.
I am not asking for any money. I am asking if you can help in some ways to lessen this problem. Maybe donating your old clothes to these children can make a big change. :)




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Father, father I am sick

It was a late Saturday afternoon when I decided that I wanted to go to the mall and shop a little for myself. I asked my brother to bring me there because iw was quite cloudy and I don't want to get wet in if in case it rains. On my way to the mall, I realized something that is why I wrote this.
Along Quirino Street while waiting for the green light, I saw a mother with her child walking towards our car and approached the window of the passenger seat where I was seated. The child was about 3-4 years of age, he is bald, skinny that you can't abrely see some flesh. He had hollow eyes which made him look very sick, His bones were like just a long piece of stick that might snap anytime. The boy was extending his right hand to beg for some money. Iw as about to pick some coins from my pocket but suddenly the green lights flashed on. I looked back as the car was moving and I saw their faces. They were totally DISAPPOINTED. This was the time I realized how lucky I was to eat three times a day or even five times a day. I realized that I was lucky that I can buy my necessities and roam around the mall. I just thought that these kida are so deprived from the things that average people do. That boy isn't the only one suffering from that kind of living but there are millions of them who are crying out for help but nobody hears them. They are considered the isolated people in our society just because they cannot support themselves. I am not denying that I get irritated when these children bug me while walking along the streets asking for money. Most of us have the same reaction when it comes to these things but now I know that these people are also created by God and must be respected like how most of us respect our average fellowmen. Help me make a change. A change that would make this a better place to live in where there is no discrimination among the society. Where law is for everybody and not only for some rich people who manipulates everything with money. Think about it. If every child in our community will be given a chance to taste at least some good things in life them maybe you wouldn't have to spend time reading posts like this one.
I am not asking for any money. I am asking if you can help in some ways to lessen this problem. Maybe donating your old clothes to these children can make a big change. :)




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Tuesday, October 23, 2007


hmmm. her i am. updating my blog. :D
my tita read my blog earlier today and so I finally updated it. Credits to Tita Tess. :D
hmm. That picture is my latest edit. I have been so busy for the past few weeks due to projects and examinations which needed much much time. ;)
I was not in school for about a week because of somrthing. i don't want to talk about it.
well, this week, we are having our sportsfest an d I am still looking for my teachers for me to take a special exam.
Good thing Sandro also wasn't able to take the test last week. Sandro is now my exam partner.
Earlier today, I went to Kapitan Tomas to join DSPC. I was the contestant for Photojournalism English and that was my first time. I was a bit nervous because we weren't prepared at all and we arrived late. Our moderator hurriedly bought films and batteries for us. thanks to sir tom! :D
After the event, we stayed there for an hour or two and decided to go back to school as what Sir Tom promised to Mrs. Echavez. So, Sir Tom accompanied us back to school. As soon as I arrived there, I saw Neesha and she said that we won the cheerdance competition. (great!) :D After talking to Neesha for awhile, I went upstairs to our classroom and greeted the dancers for their job well done. :) We then decided to eat lunch at the foodcourt. :)
After lunch, there was a program but this time it's the Mr. and Ms. Intrams. We stayed there and watched. Bea and Neil and Neesha and Gino were the 4th year representatives. ;) (congrats Nessh for winning 1st place). The show was cool, I almost lost my voice. :) But in the middle of the fun, I got a text message from Gerone telling me to go back to Kapitan Tomas because it was announced that the mounting of the pictures will be done that afternnon. So, Junko, Florie and I went straight there and again came there late(but not super late. hehe.). We selected our pictures then I went home with my old friends from SPED who were also contestants. ;) I was so talkative and one of my riends told me that all of the jeep riders were straing at me. haha. the hell. I missed my friends so much. We haven't seen each other for quite some time and I am dying to go to SPED but unfortunately time won't let me. haha. :)
I really had a great day today. :) suuuppppeeeerrrrr. :)

thanks everybody for making everything possible. :)

lubyoo guys. :)

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