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Essays
A Letter Asking For and Giving Advice
I am a panicky person person.
Every time I run out of time, I panic. I'm encountering difficulties in balancing my time as a student and as a daughter as well as being the eldest sister. I know I have responsibilities in all of the fields and I really need to know how to properly balance my time.
I know that I spend most of the time in school due to lots of school work. I consumed most of my time in it and sometimes, I fail to work o my other duties. I really need to know how to balance my time.
What changes do I need?
-Torned Between
You are an admirable person.
You take your responsibilities head on and you try your best to accomplish them. I see nothing wrong about feeling a bit panicky about deadlines, who doesn't? I feel that way, too. My advice is not to overdo it. Don't let it get to you. Feel the joy in everything. You should get yourself all wrapped up. Relax. Breathe. Have some fun. :)
For example, if yo're asked to take care of your of younger siblings but you still have project to finish,
why not get them to help?
I know it's easier said that done but you might as well try. You never know, you might be able to finish the project a lot faster with the help of your younger siblings.
Plus, you get the chance to spend time and get to know them.
No human can fulfill every duty they are faced. It's normal to fail once in a while because it will serve as a reminder for next time. I can see that you care. Caring will help you work future problems. Time? It's an added variable that makes things a tad complicated. But if you are persistent to know the secret how you can manage our time, it is...
GO WITH THE FLOW!
Time flows, doesn't it? :)
Infatuation Versus Love
A Comparison And Contrast Essay
Oh there it goes again!
Thump-thump-thump.
I have this blossoming emotion inside me.
Thump-thump-thump.
I can't help it.
Thump-thump-thump.
Hey is this okay?
...th-thump?
Will infatuation or love win over me?
I vow that I will not forget you even if someone tears me apart because I will stitch myself together if I have to.
Tie me down, I will still get up. Oh, infatuation, you'll keep me alive won't you? Even if someone brain washes me, will I be able to think clearly? Thoughts about you make me feel invigorated, you see. Come on, tell me what I want to hear.
Love,
what will you do for me? I'm afraid that my feelings are so strong, it might just be enough to knock you out. You are so important that's why I want to care for you. I will heal your wounds. And when seems bleak, I will still be right by your sides, ready to reach out and whisper,
"Everything, will turn out alright."
Do you feel the same? I find it impossible. I'm a pathetic person. Infatuation? Love? aren't they crazy concepts? Aren't they philosophical concepts man just created? STOP. Love and infatuation are ingredients of life that make it fun and wild, It makes our lives complete. A secret spice.
A mystery which everyone knows.
Oh, there it goes again!
Thump-thump-thump.
I remember crazy concepts.
Thump-thump-thump.
Is it love?
Thump-thump-thump.
Is it infatuation?
...th-thump?
Maybe I should just ask the guy.
STUPID.
My Life-Defining Moment
Were heroes actually heroes?
Did they truly risk their live just for the sake of the people they love? Was that admirable bravery real? Did they really possess dignity?
Were heroes actually heroes?
I always thought that it didn't matter whether you're hardworking or good, what mattered was:
Did you possess power?
It governed my life for as long as I can remember. Each step forward meant absolutely nothing if there was more powerful person in front. I tried to find a solution to this corrupt way of life.
My effort were futile until...
I found it ridiculous how I thought about it, what made me realize that there was an answer. My pathetic little mind-set. Until this day, I cannot believe that I actually was conceived by Naruto Uzumaki's words.
Yes, Naruto.
The very same Naruto that you and I know. Dare to laugh? You probably do not even know a single detail about this awesome anime. Naruto, just like an other hero, only had himself to believe in. However, that same faith helped him overcome any hardship he faced.
Naruto had a demon inside him. He was despised by the people around him for that reason. His life was a blanket full of hate. It was about to engulf him when suddenly,
his friends came along.
His friends accepted hi for who he was. He decided to treasure them. Naruto kept on fighting for their sake and maybe, even for himself.
Protect.
It made him a hero. He rescued people who were about to plunge into darkness. He rescued me.
Our world isn't any different from the shinobi's.
People still continue to lust for power, fight wars and end wars with more wars. I know Naruto does not even exist, still I believe. How ironic don't you think?
I was convinced by a fictional hero who, in every essence, was real.
Were heroes actually heroes?
Did they truly risk their live just for the sake of the people they love? Was that admirable bravery real? Did they really possess dignity?
Were heroes actually heroes?
I always thought that it didn't matter whether you're hardworking or good, what mattered was:
Did you possess power?
It governed my life for as long as I can remember. Each step forward meant absolutely nothing if there was more powerful person in front. I tried to find a solution to this corrupt way of life.
My effort were futile until...
I found it ridiculous how I thought about it, what made me realize that there was an answer. My pathetic little mind-set. Until this day, I cannot believe that I actually was conceived by Naruto Uzumaki's words.
Yes, Naruto.
The very same Naruto that you and I know. Dare to laugh? You probably do not even know a single detail about this awesome anime. Naruto, just like an other hero, only had himself to believe in. However, that same faith helped him overcome any hardship he faced.
Naruto had a demon inside him. He was despised by the people around him for that reason. His life was a blanket full of hate. It was about to engulf him when suddenly,
his friends came along.
His friends accepted hi for who he was. He decided to treasure them. Naruto kept on fighting for their sake and maybe, even for himself.
Protect.
It made him a hero. He rescued people who were about to plunge into darkness. He rescued me.
Our world isn't any different from the shinobi's.
People still continue to lust for power, fight wars and end wars with more wars. I know Naruto does not even exist, still I believe. How ironic don't you think?
I was convinced by a fictional hero who, in every essence, was real.
What Heroism Means to Me?
Why are heroes born?
Heroes are born from the cheers shout and cries of the people.
They become leaders who pave the way to the future. They smile and wave at his or her people with confidence a midst the responsibilities he or she carries on his or her shoulder. They are the foundation of the land and the flame of hop of the kingdom.
Heroes are the embodiment of dream of the belittled and oppressed. They arise from the shady corners of society where we often believe only the evil survive. Yet, here they are. They wear the armor of bravery and the sword of change. They fight battles and emerge as champions.
Why do heroes die young?
The minute they bloom, they begin to wilt and eventually die. Gone forever. The people whom they loved attempt to bury the sadness and sorrow they hold within their hearts along with the casket covered with grief-stricken tears.
Is it a curse , condition or simply destiny?
Can't it be stopped?
Precious lives are taken away from our society, our world. What do we do if the day comes where no hero is around to save us?
Why are heroes born and why do they die young?
Heroes need to be reborn.
To live once again is their ultimate duty. They are conceive in a different place and time. They possess a different personality and identity but their heart and soul remain the same. The soul know hat to do. Meanwhile, the heart holds the memories, the story, ad whispers it to the heroes.
They are the little the little voices but the most powerful influence.
The ability of the heart and soul to take on the hardships and difficulties over and over again is admirable. Bravery . The bravery of the heart and soul is in a different level so as the heroes mind.To take on such great responsibility is something that should be recognized. Heroism on a whole new scale.
Change is what a hero does. Happiness is what a hero offers. Freedom is a what ho gives. Bravery is what a hero ignites.
Heroism
is change happiness, freedom, bravery, passion and sacrifice.
Why are heroes born?
Heroes are born from the cheers shout and cries of the people.
They become leaders who pave the way to the future. They smile and wave at his or her people with confidence a midst the responsibilities he or she carries on his or her shoulder. They are the foundation of the land and the flame of hop of the kingdom.
Heroes are the embodiment of dream of the belittled and oppressed. They arise from the shady corners of society where we often believe only the evil survive. Yet, here they are. They wear the armor of bravery and the sword of change. They fight battles and emerge as champions.
Why do heroes die young?
The minute they bloom, they begin to wilt and eventually die. Gone forever. The people whom they loved attempt to bury the sadness and sorrow they hold within their hearts along with the casket covered with grief-stricken tears.
Is it a curse , condition or simply destiny?
Can't it be stopped?
Precious lives are taken away from our society, our world. What do we do if the day comes where no hero is around to save us?
Why are heroes born and why do they die young?
Heroes need to be reborn.
To live once again is their ultimate duty. They are conceive in a different place and time. They possess a different personality and identity but their heart and soul remain the same. The soul know hat to do. Meanwhile, the heart holds the memories, the story, ad whispers it to the heroes.
They are the little the little voices but the most powerful influence.
The ability of the heart and soul to take on the hardships and difficulties over and over again is admirable. Bravery . The bravery of the heart and soul is in a different level so as the heroes mind.To take on such great responsibility is something that should be recognized. Heroism on a whole new scale.
Change is what a hero does. Happiness is what a hero offers. Freedom is a what ho gives. Bravery is what a hero ignites.
Heroism
is change happiness, freedom, bravery, passion and sacrifice.
The Gutsy Teacher
I've been studying in this school for more than three years so naturally, I thought I knew every nook and cranny of it. How horribly wrong I was. One thing, perhaps I should say person, still remained a mystery. It is true that we see each other, interact, and exchange opinions opinions everyday. But really, is that enough to know who a person really is?
Teachers.
Surprisingly, teachers are very enigmatic people. They are like Chinese puzzles who evade from being unraveled. Most oft hem prefer not to disclose any information. on the other hand, we, students, talk to them genuinely about our feelings and other important matters. Ironic? Totally. Don't they realize if they do not "share" their feelings it would possibly lead to misunderstandings? Or are they just bothered about the age gap?
This teacher of mine is different from the rest of them.
I wasn't there, actually. A friend of mine just told me about it. We were chilling out and as usual, we talked about random stuff. That teacher happened to pass by and then, our conversation started. Well, I think I can't tell everybody what my friend said and my teacher wouldn't be pleased, either. If you're a classmate of mine then you probably know who and what I'm talking about but f you are not, then all I can say is:
My teacher is an admirable person.
NO kidding!
I'm not making this up just flower my essay.
He is really ADMIRABLE.
He made a mistake but still emerged successful in his endeavor. Just like a hero, right?
His heroism doesn't stop there.
My teacher was bold enough to accept his responsibility even though it would probably bring shame on his name. But look at him, he looks like his living the life. When he laughs it is infectious. You won't pull off that kind of laugh if you let your problems get to you.
And last, my teacher is brave.
Know why? He had to tell us, his students, a secret that he holds. It is not easy to do that especially when we have a 20 year age gap. Awkward? No, not for us in our case.
I realized that teachers are fragile. Just like us. Just like everybody. We all have the same problem and that is: To survive.
My gutsy teacher, however, did more than just survive, he made himself rise and lead.
I've been studying in this school for more than three years so naturally, I thought I knew every nook and cranny of it. How horribly wrong I was. One thing, perhaps I should say person, still remained a mystery. It is true that we see each other, interact, and exchange opinions opinions everyday. But really, is that enough to know who a person really is?
Teachers.
Surprisingly, teachers are very enigmatic people. They are like Chinese puzzles who evade from being unraveled. Most oft hem prefer not to disclose any information. on the other hand, we, students, talk to them genuinely about our feelings and other important matters. Ironic? Totally. Don't they realize if they do not "share" their feelings it would possibly lead to misunderstandings? Or are they just bothered about the age gap?
This teacher of mine is different from the rest of them.
I wasn't there, actually. A friend of mine just told me about it. We were chilling out and as usual, we talked about random stuff. That teacher happened to pass by and then, our conversation started. Well, I think I can't tell everybody what my friend said and my teacher wouldn't be pleased, either. If you're a classmate of mine then you probably know who and what I'm talking about but f you are not, then all I can say is:
My teacher is an admirable person.
NO kidding!
I'm not making this up just flower my essay.
He is really ADMIRABLE.
He made a mistake but still emerged successful in his endeavor. Just like a hero, right?
His heroism doesn't stop there.
My teacher was bold enough to accept his responsibility even though it would probably bring shame on his name. But look at him, he looks like his living the life. When he laughs it is infectious. You won't pull off that kind of laugh if you let your problems get to you.
And last, my teacher is brave.
Know why? He had to tell us, his students, a secret that he holds. It is not easy to do that especially when we have a 20 year age gap. Awkward? No, not for us in our case.
I realized that teachers are fragile. Just like us. Just like everybody. We all have the same problem and that is: To survive.
My gutsy teacher, however, did more than just survive, he made himself rise and lead.
Pressure on Being a Fourth year ESEP student
I have to admit that my life as a fourth year ESEP student is really despicable. I have to wake up early so I won't come late to school, an institute, which has become some sort of death sentence. Whenever a lesson starts, I could feel my mind being tortured by a thorned whip. The blows are so painful that it spreads through out my body making me paralyzed and unable to answer the questions of my teachers.
As soon as a lessons starts, a quiz initiates. Some are so mind-boggling that day turns night. Still, teachers say that are being reasonable and merciful.
Next, we have a never ending pile of homework. These are the ones which cause the pain and anguish I experience When I com e back home, instead of relaxing, homework is done 'til midnight. I now have eye bags that could be enough to resemble a black eye of someone who got his or her eye hit.
When this pressure is not enough, watch as extra-curricular activities add fuel to fire. A lot of people crack under so much pressure that the devil surfaces within them. They forget honor and pride. If they lose, forget tomorrow. People explode. They vent frustrations on one another o the "youngsters". It's not a pretty sight so do your best to stay away. Let them be and surely enough they will go back to their normal selves. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Been there and done that. And I regret what I said.
So dear pressure, please be good to me.
Let me have my rest. Even though you say that days pass by fast, deadlines become nearer and vacations end in a blink of an aye. Urgh...Let me just graduate.
Please.
I have to admit that my life as a fourth year ESEP student is really despicable. I have to wake up early so I won't come late to school, an institute, which has become some sort of death sentence. Whenever a lesson starts, I could feel my mind being tortured by a thorned whip. The blows are so painful that it spreads through out my body making me paralyzed and unable to answer the questions of my teachers.
As soon as a lessons starts, a quiz initiates. Some are so mind-boggling that day turns night. Still, teachers say that are being reasonable and merciful.
Next, we have a never ending pile of homework. These are the ones which cause the pain and anguish I experience When I com e back home, instead of relaxing, homework is done 'til midnight. I now have eye bags that could be enough to resemble a black eye of someone who got his or her eye hit.
When this pressure is not enough, watch as extra-curricular activities add fuel to fire. A lot of people crack under so much pressure that the devil surfaces within them. They forget honor and pride. If they lose, forget tomorrow. People explode. They vent frustrations on one another o the "youngsters". It's not a pretty sight so do your best to stay away. Let them be and surely enough they will go back to their normal selves. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Been there and done that. And I regret what I said.
So dear pressure, please be good to me.
Let me have my rest. Even though you say that days pass by fast, deadlines become nearer and vacations end in a blink of an aye. Urgh...Let me just graduate.
Please.
Poems
Beginnings and Endings Poem
Cold Days
Farewell to warm and humid days.
Hello to cold shivering nights.
Farewell to loose summer clothing.
Hello to heavy fur jackets.
It's winter, winter, winter!
Spring
Love seeing flowers in full bloom.
Hate looking at shedding trees.
Love hearing the birds chirping and singing.
Hate the sight of animals leaving for hibernation.
It's spring, spring, spring!
Cold Days
Farewell to warm and humid days.
Hello to cold shivering nights.
Farewell to loose summer clothing.
Hello to heavy fur jackets.
It's winter, winter, winter!
Spring
Love seeing flowers in full bloom.
Hate looking at shedding trees.
Love hearing the birds chirping and singing.
Hate the sight of animals leaving for hibernation.
It's spring, spring, spring!
Hero Poem
Flower
Attractive, colorful, picturesque
Blooms during spring
Growing, flourishing, charming,
Anywhere in the world
It makes my problems go away.
Friend
Considerate, approchable, lovely
Crying shoulder
Welcoming, outgoing, hanging-out.
With me
She is the best thing in the world.
Flower
Attractive, colorful, picturesque
Blooms during spring
Growing, flourishing, charming,
Anywhere in the world
It makes my problems go away.
Friend
Considerate, approchable, lovely
Crying shoulder
Welcoming, outgoing, hanging-out.
With me
She is the best thing in the world.
Five Senses Poem
Reality
Reality is like a splatter of colors on an artists canvass.
It sounds like an explosion, one after another.
It feels like a migraine.
It smells like a polluted city in the hot afternoon.
It tastes like a durian.
It makes me want to flee and daydream.
Pain
Pain is blinding-white.
It has deafening sound.
It feels like a thousand needles is piercing my skin.
It smells like blood.
It nullifies my taste buds.
It makes me feel like my soul is being ripped apart.
Reality
Reality is like a splatter of colors on an artists canvass.
It sounds like an explosion, one after another.
It feels like a migraine.
It smells like a polluted city in the hot afternoon.
It tastes like a durian.
It makes me want to flee and daydream.
Pain
Pain is blinding-white.
It has deafening sound.
It feels like a thousand needles is piercing my skin.
It smells like blood.
It nullifies my taste buds.
It makes me feel like my soul is being ripped apart.
