Endless.

   Family, a word that so many know, but only few can understand. The meaning behind family is different to each person.  Some may say friendship, love, and joy; while others say pain, agony, and anger.

     Every body understands what a family is: a social unit living together – parents and children, and sometimes with grandparents affiliated by consanguinity, affinity and/or co-residence.     In every culture worldwide, the family holds a special importance. It is considered a haven, supplying absolute fulfillment to each member. It is a place where warmth, tenderness and understanding can be expected from the loving mother and protection and firm guidance from the strong-willed father. Family is the highest school of education, the school for teaching almost every thing. It is the training ground for life so that the stronger it is, the stronger the child will be when he/she steps out from the nest to make his/her own way in the world. Family helps you to believe in yourself and allows you to be yourself. There are so many limitations in the world, but to be home and surrounded by the love that your family has built, lets you know that you can fall back and they will surely help you – if not with a helping hand, then with words of wisdom and a smile.     My family is my support system, my parents, my friends, and some of my love ones. They give me endless love and friendship. Love is something that everyone knows about. It is a feeling that no human being can live without. In my life time, there were situations that I would not have made it through without my family. I gave them lots of troubles and problems, but despite of that, they were still there by my side. Even though I am really stubborn and not that fond of studying, they just keep on supporting me in every step I am taking. I can say I’m blessed with my family. They love me endlessly, and so do I.

Tatay

My first playmate and my best friend. I not just lucky to have him, I am blessed because he is my father.

I call him "tatay" because that is what he likes me to. We are always together when it comes to naughtiness and silliness. We are both fond of eating and playing. We share lots of similarities, that's why I can really say that he is my father.

Since I was 3 or 4, my father would tell me stories before going to sleep. Every night, same stories, "Si Pagong at Si Matsing" and "Si Pagong at Si Kuneho". I will never forget these stories because they already became a part of me. He is very kind. He allows me to play with my cousins even it's already dark. He even join us in playing tagu-taguan and baril-barilan even though my mother was already angry. 

When I was in grade 2, I gave him a card saying, "Tatay, pasensya po muna kayo kasi po wala pa po akong pera pambili ng regalo sa birthday niyo kasi wala pa po akong trabaho.", that's very simple but that made him cry. I'm always giving him cards whenever there are occasions. But I didn't gave him one this Father's Day because we had argue last week. 

This time, I want to tell him that I really really love him so much. I know I have been rude many a times. Sometimes, he feels that I just don't care. I am even answering back whenever argue. I may be too stubborn but he's always there for me. I want to tell him that I am so sorry for all mistakes I've done. I promise that I will study harder and I will never give him tons of problems again. 

Start for a New

"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.” as what Aristotle says.

     Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living. Studying in a school full of tensions, obligations, and responsibilities is not that easy. I need to strive hard in order for me to achieve my goals. To be in my 3rd year in Cavite National Science High School, handles great responsibilities, for I am now a junior. Of course, just like other students, I also have my own impressions on what will be going to happen this school year. Going back to school after vacation means meeting new sets of students and teachers, new subjects that seem to be tougher than what I think they were.

     When I was still a sophomore, some juniors already told me that the 3rd year life was the hardest part of being a high school student. Here, we will start making our research and there will be towers of homeworks and tons of projects. Aside from that, our new teachers seem to be stricter than what we had in our 2nd year. But that doesn't seems to matter to me. I am a happy-go-lucky student. Honestly, based on the way I am studying, I am not really expecting that I will be staying in Nitrogen for three consecutive years. Yes, I am not that good in in most of our subjects, especially in English but I am doing my best to master it.

     Since we will be having new classmates from other sections, I will also need to cope up with them. New faces and new attitudes to fraternize with. Surely, this school year will be pleasing to me. There may be challenges that will come for me to conquer, and sweet days for us to enjoy. Just always breath and smile, no worries for the rest of my days.