Why Parents are so important…

I’m chatting with a friend right now and he said he’ll chat me later because his mom is on the phone. The other day, another friend of mine asked me for some advice on what she should give her dad for his birthday. And well, in a few days, my dad is leaving for Oman and I’m thinking of something to give to him before he leaves. You know what, even though we come from different parents, we still have a lot in common, as children: Don’t we just love our parents very much? I mean… we’ll do everything, and I mean just about everything, for them! Although, there are some children who are, as one may call it, pain in the ass sometimes. Here in the Philippines, almost half of the children go on and do their “own” thing. I’m just glad I don’t belong to that bracket.

But of course, I have flaws inside of me, too, so I can’t blame myself if my mom or my dad is disappointed on the things I usually do.

All’s I’m saying is that no matter who you are, or what you are, or what you’ve become, your parents will always be right beside you! True that they’ll not always be in approval with the things you do but they’ll love you anyway!

…Why Ronald Reagan fascinates me [A Filipino’s Fascination to a President]

*People ask me what my views on politics are. Actually, I don’t answer this question. It’s useless, really, to say things about something I’m not really sure I’d enjoy talking about. And anyway, it’s a waste of my time. Well, back then I had no idea what my views are, politically. But yeah, I suppose I should be thinking about it. It’s less than three or four months until the 2010 Elections in the Philippines. And I’m having a hard time choosing the best, actually, because to be frank, I see no good candidate worthy to be voted.

*But anyway, going back to the title of this entry, I was, a few months back, able to buy a book about a certain man to whom I became slowly fascinated by as time progresses. I learned a lot of things already, after reading only two chapters of it. And although it hasn’t really raised my ideals on Politics, his actions were all that I need to simply be captivated by him, personally. And really, I don’t know why, but Ronald Reagan, the man I was referring to, is the most idealistic person I’ve ever read or heard or listened about. It’s amazing how much people are saying about him. But yeah, one cannot always get away from the negativity of life. So what people say about him is a variety of good and of bad.

*Nonetheless, I find his ideals fascinating. And what’s good about him, really, is his total devotion to God. He never forgets to mention His Almighty in every speech or interview he has conducted. I admire him so much in his acting as well! If you’ve seen films such as “King’s Row” or “Knute Rockny: All American” then you’ll know what I mean.

*I cannot really say anything much. So I’ll end it here. After reading the book, maybe, then I’ll go back!

…I don’t know what came over me pero I just had to give him a piece of my mind!

Okay, so as it turned out, a friend of mine and I had a fight. It’s a long backstabbing, bitchy sort of sarcastic conversation. We threw rocks at each other and apparently, what I threw was bigger. It hit my friend on the head like a dozen rocks coming from a Roman catapult. It hurt his pride so badly I could just cry for what I did. But anyway, I only did it because I want him to know that sometimes, we have to do that to let the other know that they’ve gone far enough, too! And I know it’s not healthy to do that. It’s the worst you could possibly do to someone you’ve been close to for the past months. I can’t blame him for getting mad at me or anything. I just wish he’d understand that what I did was for our own benefits. We both need to understand that we’re not supposed to say things like that. What came over us will surely help us become better individuals. I know I’ll try my best. I guess I do understand I’m not really what other people want me to be. I guess I just have to be… more… assured of myself next time. I have to do my best not to hurt anybody.

He is right. But you can’t deny the fact that he hurt my feelings, too! And that’s not good, too. Maybe that’s why I said those things, because I was afraid of getting hurt. Because I know that when I speak like that, I’ll reflect whatever hurtful things he said to me. I didn’t mean to hurt him like that. It’s just that it’s gone far enough I had to do something. Wouldn’t you know it, it was I who lost. Well, I didn’t really lose, I just opened my eyes and found out that I wasn’t even fighting anybody. I found out I was wrong, and I found out I became the worst I could be because of things I didn’t understand.

I’ll try to change myself. I’ll beg him for forgiveness when we see each other again. I don’t know how I’ll do that but I will. I have to gain his respect again.