I'll Always Remember



This is a personal post.

Ten years ago today, (August 26, 2011), I lost my brother to cancer. I was very young at the time it happened, but I can still remember that day.

No one really told me that he died. When my sister was supposed to, I knew it was hard for her to say those words. I just told her, "I know." I remembered she cried so hard and I just stood there.

It's been ten years. Things are very different. I'm in college and my sister's getting married in less than a month. My mind wonders what would it have been like if my brother was still alive.
But most of all, that experienced brought me a realization about how hard it is to stay strong in the face on cancer. My brother sometimes would tell me that he couldn't take it anymore and he just wanted for it to stop. But after realizing what he said, he would take it back and say that he needed to stay strong because he knew that he could beat cancer. He would not let it eat his whole life.

I remember he even went to a school dance even with his condition. He never let his life be defined but his cancer but by who he was, the athlete, the joker, the usual gamer/teenager.

A decade ago, I lost my brother to cancer. I pray for all those people who are fighting it. Keep strong and remember that you're not alone in your endeavor!

Harry Potter changed my life.


Many people have done this. Many have written how their life is somehow different now that the final movie of Harry Potter is being shown all throughout the world. Many have expressed their heart felt emotions about the series. Potterheads have united in making sure how to end Harry Potter with a bang.
But like J.K. Rowling said in the London premiere, “Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
Harry Potter did more than introduce me to the world that is Harry Potter. Sure, it gave me such a wondrous place to be in ever since I read the books. I wan introduced to Hogwarts, to Hogsmeade, to the Burrow, to Diagon Alley and to other destinations imaginable.
But in my case, the Harry Potter series gave me something even bigger. It introduced me to the world of books.
I’ll admit, before reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher/ Sorcerer’s Stone I had never read a book. I mean a fictional book full of words and not just with pictures. Before Harry Potter, I was all TV and sports. Before Harry Potter, I was always bored.
I would not be who I am if it weren’t for Harry Potter. I would not be someone who visits a book store and stay for hours just to decide on which books to buy that is within my budget. My room wouldn’t be a mini-library if it weren’t for Harry Potter. 
Harry Potter gave us more than Hogwarts and Harry and wands. Harry Potter gave us magic. Magic in a sense of traveling to different worlds with just one flick of a page. Harry Potter gave us the magic of our own imagination to soar.
I am sad that Harry Potter has shown it’s last film. But we can always go back to them. We can always find out for the first time that Harry is a wizard. We can always go back to that moment when we first met Ron and Hermione. We can always go back to that every sentence we all love to read and read and read all over again…
Harry Potter may feel like it is ending but the story is forever. What it has imparted in every single person that has read it’s words will be forever. Harry Potter gave us the love for reading and that is magic in itself.
Thank you Harry for changing my life. Thank you J. K. Rowling for introducing me to your world. And thank you for being a fellow Potterhead and as I would quote J. K. Rowling “For sticking with Harry until the very end.”
It is the end of an era but it is also the beginning of a legend. Harry Potter will live on in the memory of all those who journeyed with him through the pages of 7 books and through the scenes of 8 movies.
Harry Potter will be a part of our lives forever.

People really take advantage of a lot of things...

If any of you reading this is from De La Salle University then you will know what I am talking about...

Right now I am very pissed at something/someone/some people. I know maybe I am judging them/it but I am feeling I am in the right...

It's just how they/it took advantage of certain current events that they want to boost their popularity. From my point of view, you aren't helping anyone at all and you're certainly making yourself a target of bad reps from those above.

Do yourself a favor and just don't act like you're too important when the people are what's truly important. Everyone is doing something for everyone else. And maybe the reason why the people you are fighting are taking their time is because they have a lot to loose.

Do yourself a favor and quit being such an ass about things. You're not making yourself look good, you aren't making your rival look any less and you are certainly not helping the people.

I am neither for you or against you but geez, enough is enough already. What are you the public's voice. The people have voiced out their concern already and they don't need you riding on it, showing off like you are some sort of hero.

Just stop it. You're not helping at all.

The weirdest account in my life...

Written on January 19, 2010 at work AHEAD Magallanes

Alright, I'm at work but there is no hear as of this moment so I am making use of the very expensive Internet bill that we pay.

I was in De La Salle University, Andrew Building earlier, having my History class. My professor, who I will argue is older than my parents, was talking about how the Philippines isn't progressing because it is a buyer of products and not a producer of exports.

Suddenly, out of the blue, I saw a white plastic bag floating in mid air. I know this may not necessarily be a very fascinating thing, but I was in the 10th floor of the building, a building with very high ceiling I may add.

I mean, if I would describe it, the white plastic bag was flying. Dragged around by the breeze and even went across the Enrique building which is only 10 floors. I mean it was flying. Having no care whatsoever and just letting the wind push itself in the right direction.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. (Arguably, it was only about 20 seconds that the plastic flew in front of the window.) But it was at the exact same time, that my History professor was stating that it was about time that the Philippines soared to new heights.

Analogy, the Philippines was that plastic bag and it flew not by itself but with the help of the wind. If the Philippines is the bag, what is the wind? A question that I will not answer but let you, the reader, answer for yourself.