To my Dear Father..

It's been fourteen years since I first felt the caress of his loving hands and the ceaseless love for me and my family. Fourteen years of sacrifices, but never planned to stop. He is a big hearted man but very strict when needed. He lets me fly free and learn things independently. But whenever the wind seems to be unfriendly, he will always be at my side to guide my wings and help me fly straight. He makes impossible things possible for me. He helps me draw my future and paint it with his palette of colors. Whenever he sees me reaching the stars,he will carry me with his shoulders to help me to get closer to it. He always lift me up when Im down and forgotten. That's my father.

Years, months, days, and hours have passed, but he never stopped working to sustain the family needs. I never heard him complain about it. Instead of buying things for himself, he would save the money for my and my brother's future. He does his best to give the best quality life he can give us. He always protects me and my family from those who want to hurt us. He does everything for us to be safe all the time. Thats why he's the best father for me.

Daddy, I've always thanked God for giving me a father like you. I want to thank you for being the stairs for me towards the success and glory and for being there when I need a friend beside me. Don't forget that we are also here for you. We, your family, can also be your friend when you need some. You'll forever be my father. I love you :))

Junior Life...

New school year, one more step closer to the finish line of this perplexing race. I'm running far behind the shadows of those who are in the leading position. New teachers, new set of classmates, new challenges to face, but the same race. However, as I pass a new lap of the race, questions and doubts fill my tired mind. Can I survive another year after I've nearly fallen in the first two years? Will the changes I made in myself be enough? or did I really change? Can I reach the rising expectations of my parents, teachers, classmates and friends? I really don't know.

Rumors say that the third year of the race is the hardest one. It is like the Death Zone of Mt. Everest, where most of the hikers lost their lives due to the exceedingly low temperature and oxygen. That means mountain-high assignments and projects will test my stamina and determination as a student. Stricter teachers await my unsteady attitude of being a happy go lucky. I MUST qualify based on their standards, or they will have no choice but to kick me out of the game. But I know that whenever I slow down and seem to have a problem, my friends and family will come to my side as an ally and help me fix it. They will inspire me and be the reason for me to continue the race.

I'll do my best to surpass the challenges that will come ahead. I will burn every drop of fuel that remains unused in my tank. I will make them realize that I exist and I'm going to prove that I can be a big threat in this race. Together with God , family and friends, I'm pretty confident that this year will be a successful one. :))