The VIP In My Life

         People always look for a place of comfort that make them feel important and prioritized. It's always a necessity in life yet some may find hardship in looking for it. But in my case, I already found the one who saves my life since the day of my existence until the day I die (hopefully) giving unconditional love, unlimited care and enough advice with extra hugs and kisses that makes me feel special to her. She taught me how to treat people as important as I am, so I have also the mutual feeling towards to her.
       Well, she's my mother. She is Maria Luz, an original Filipina beauty with fair complexion, a slim body molded by challenges and experiences in life and a natural hair and eye color. She was born on the dawn of September 22, 1970. She has the most genuine personality and a down to earth person I have ever known in my life. My mother never stops caring us. Waking up early in the morning just to cook for our food in breakfast. She knows what is best for us.
            I can consider my mother as my hero for she will do everything for me. As the Mother's day celebration is closely coming, I think it is time to pay back to her, to give her the most prestigious reward for she is the most important person in my life. <3

Experience I Never Want to Happen Twice in my Life

           It was during my 12 years in life when I first step to the heart of my country, the Metro Manila. I was a very small boy during that time not knowing what life awaits me in this complicated place. I was traveling all by myself all the way from Zamboanga del Norte, a province in Mindanao via a ferry. I've got my stuffs together with me. The three-day travel makes me think of some adjustments I need to undergo entering a new place for me. It was my first time actually riding a ship with a phobia in my mind because of those news regarding ship accidents in the middle of the ocean. Well, at least I have my self confident that God is with me and He is always there for me whatever happens. Beside my deck, there is a Muslim family who talk which I don't understand. They were trying to talk with me but unfortunately were having miscommunication so I rather coped up with the environment telling and motivating myself "I can do it!" I've got my phone fully charged before leaving. Nothing I could do but to look into my phone, browse everything just to entertain myself. I sent a message to my father for updates what place am I for he was the one who will fetch me. I was also worrying during that time because my cellphone battery would not lasts for three days and there it is, after the second day it was drained. Anxiety embraced me, thinking of things that if there is a way to contact the one who will pick me at the arrivals. In the third day after breakfast, there's a voice I heard that were just an hour away to Manila. There goes my excitement with the whole ignorance of me. Then the ship released a sound signal telling us that were already in Manila. I saw those people going down and carrying their things down and still I have no contact with my father. I went down and looked every faces of people in the arrival station but none of them got my familiarity. I've waited there for almost 3 hours until my father came. How could an innocent, dependent and self-insufficient boy successfully arrived at the pier at around ten o'clock in the morning. What an experience.