Blog Entry #2  "Expensive Letter"

I love collecting things. I love asking anything to be treasured. It's part of my Virgo. It's like acting, really. You're always searching around for something and finding little hidden treasures. Such things like this makes me happy most specially if someone gives me anything that is so expensive to buy and I can treasure for the rest of my life. 

While I was walking at the back of our house, I was thinking what thing should I give to my friend as a remembrance since she will be transferring to another school. As a friend also I prepared a gift, it was not really that expensive but it was nice, I think. Besides, It was already installed in my mind  that she would give me a very wonderful thing as a remembrance. Although she had given me many expensive things, I was really expecting that this would be so much more expensive and wonderful.

When we had our last goodbye, I was the first who gave my remembrance to her. She was so happy after she opened it because she knew that it was my first time to give such things. She gave her then. The first thing that pop-up on my mind was that it was a cash because it was thin (Hahajk), but then it was a letter. I was very overwhelmed because it was my first time recieving a letter. I quickly opened it and was deeply touched reading it . I felt the guilt and I was reminded on everything that I was expecting. 

It was just a letter. No, not 'just.' But it was my everything. A very wonderful letter which made me realized that expensive things are not really expensive if you don't know how to value them. I learned a lot from it and It was a very expensive letter.

Blog Entry #1: "Pinky Promise"

"A happy childhood is the worst possible preparation of life." Happy or unhappy childhood experiences greatly affects on building foundation of your future goals. Good or Bad memories helps strengthen your courage on facing every trials and consequences that might happen on you someday. But the best thing is that being prepared of having unhappy memories is a good thing for you to easily face it and easily move-on of it.  

Luckily, I have experienced an unhappy childhood memories with my best-friend. He was my only boy best-friend since we were a child. We played together, ate together, took a bath together and sometimes sleep on a tent together. We found our friendship a lot more different to our other friends. We felt more comfortable playing with each other. Every morning he goes to our house, knocked the door, say "Ayo!" and calls my name at a loud voice. Everytime he arrives I was still sleeping, so my mother will let him go home and tells him to be back when I woke up. There are also times when I prefer to go at their house and play voluntarily. Since their house was more bigger than our's and he had more toys. 

One day when he called me he was wearing a sad and lonely face, I thought he was reprimanded by her mother again but it wasn't that moment. He told me that they will be living at the residence of his grandfather which is quiet far from our place and tries to visit her grandmother and I every week. But still we were so sad at that moment because we can't play everyday, and he knows that when he get there he won't have friends also. Perhaps, I know in myself that it's hard for me to find a friend because I'm a Loner and I'm a shy type person. Despite, I felt glad when I heard his mother telling me that they will be visiting every week.  So, I asked my mother to explain to me what is week or 'simana'. And waited every week hoping for him to arrive and play with me again, but then I haven't seen him. I kept on asking my mother everyday "Mom when is week happening?" And explain it to me again.

When I've started studying Elementary, I decided to look for friends, tried to change my attitude and be friendly. But I know deep inside that my best-friend was different from them. Years passed by I gained a lot of friends, I noticed my shy personality changing. Until I graduated elementary and enrolled as a High school student.
When I got home from school, I saw a lot of people at her grandmother's house. I asked my mother and told me that my Childhood bestfriend was visiting her grandmother. I was shock, and thought of what to do. So I went inside our house and decided not to go. But since our house were just a meter away, I can't really hide forever. Time passes by until finally we met again. I don't know what will be better to say or even do, for sure he was too. We smiled, but then we're speechless so we decided to move along. Our relation as bestfriends obviously changed a lot. 
Despite on this, even though we treated different towards each other I'm glad because I couldn't have change my personality being shy, ashamed on communicating and being with other person. But still he was one of a kind, he was my friend, my protector when I'm teased, my saver when I lose a game and without him in my life, my childhood life wouldn't be memorable.

Mr. Neighbour⛪
He's not a troublemaker, not tall, not dark, but he has a look. He is very simple, very humble, he's  a basketball player and a three points shooter which is the reason why I easily get attracted on him, he's a chess player, a very kind person, very concern, knows how to  understand, knows how to set goals and limitations. A boy like him is awesome. Some that I encounter are different, they find their life appreciate more on pleasures and temptations.  He is so perfect which made me think that no one is like him. He is my neighbour. And he is not mine.