Informal Theme #2

The Man I Owe.

Whenever I want to be pampered, I sub-consciously run to my mother’s bosom. In her touch, I find comfort and in her lap, I sense warmth. Before school, I make sure that I give her a quick kiss before running to board the school bus. At times of failure, my mom is my first stop. To her, I cry my feelings and ask for advises.  My mom was my best companion. While my dad, well, is my total opposite.

During Father’s days, our house remains as it is; short conversations, no gifts, no greetings. It was never special to me. Though awkwardness comes, I learned to handle it. Through time, I had accepted the fact that the usual scenarios I see on those days are huge dreams that are far from my reality.

I never had a chance to bond with him. Or maybe I had, I just don’t want to. There is a certain gap between us. I don’t know where it is coming from but I know there is. We never conversed on personal things. The usual talk we have is arguments. I can’t barely remember the last time he told me that he was so proud of me. At times, I just make myself believe that he loves me; I’m just too insensitive to feel it.

My growing up years will never be complete without him. There would be no one to carry me on his back when hard rains fall during school days. There would be no one to fetch me with our old green squeaking car after classes. And there would be no superhero who would force my mom to buy me toys whenever she refuses to.

Words will never be enough to express my gratitude for having you. I know, I have been rude to you for enormous times and I am sorry for always making you feel bad. I love you, dad. I can’t imagine myself without you and mom. I learned how to live life and fight at struggles because of you. You two are my world. You are my source of strength to conquer and continue this lumpy ride. I know, someday, I will be able to equal your efforts. Again, I love you… Happy Father’s Day. :)

Informal Theme #1

New Blankets to Weave.

        

       The sun was still at its rest and the sky was still being ruled by stars when I woke up that morning. I stood on my feet then arduously opened my eyes. As expected, I heard the anchors on TV, sniffed aroma coming from coffees and saw the bright grin I usually see on mom’s face. That morning wasn't that typical though. It was the start of my new beginning; another journey unfolds upon me.

      This year was my third. I do expect to have a great start; however, I knew that it would be difficult. Many adjustments are needed and adjustments had never been good to me. Hence, the last few weeks were fine. I’ve been making friends with those new classmates we have and I don’t have failing grades yet.

      Teachers? We have bunches of them but third year teachers were different. They have this incredible power to connect with students and it was amazing cause it was the first time that I’ve experienced such entertainment while learning. Many says to use techniques so students would have an easy time to comprehend topics but as far as I know, as long as there is bond and understanding between them, pupils would learn to love studying.

      Indeed I am anxious of what would happen to me this year. My easy-go-lucky attitude doesn’t fit anymore. I need to strive hard now and study more often. Junior year in CNSHS is well-known as the terror year, of course excluding the first year. Here, complications come. Problems in terms of research, grades, projects, friendships and even love-life could ruin my life.  

            However, it was just the ninth day, there are still more to come. I don’t have any clues of what would happen this year; I just hope that my anticipations would not turn out to agitations. What would I do? I would just spread my wings and keep myself going.