My Hero Says: “Only One Truth Prevails”- Detective Conan

I also wrote this last year…

July 21, 2008

now posting it on October,

27, 2009…

Happy reading :)

This is about my favorite

anime

My Hero Says: “Only One Truth Prevails”- Detective Conan

I believe that anyone can be heroes, anything can be heroes, in fact, even my favorite anime character, Conan Edogawa fro the blockbuster anime series Detective Conan is also a brave hero to me. Heroes do good things, they seek for justice, they yearn for world peace and most of all, they all want to reach one main goal, to find out nothing but the truth, because without the truth, there can be no peace and understanding in the society. If there is no peace, then there are fights, and dangers going on, that is when heroes take action, when they help out, they are proclaimed as heroes. Conan Edoagawa, my fictional hero and also a former teenage ace sleuth, has been shrunken into a body of a seven year old because of his involvement in the twisted and complicated world of crime in the Black Organization who forced him to drink a capsule that was in fact supposed to kill him without a trace in an autopsy, but, with luck, he shrunk instead because of the different effect that the drug had on him. So, why is he my hero? Well, because he saves so many people from harm and he tries to bring justice to the community by putting the evil organization down the drain. He would even risk his own life just to save a criminal from getting harmed! There are many great detectives in the world, but, Conan is one of a kind. Unlike other private eyes, he thinks of others before himself and he is willing to help everyone in need and he always does extreme stunts when danger lurks around the corner. A hero is someone you can rely on anytime, someone who is willing to help without payment, someone brave, someone who dare face danger eye to eye just to protect someone, somebody who loves righteousness, somebody amazing, and somebody like Detective Conan.

When Conan was still a teenager, Shinichi Kudo, he was already a hero to the police force, a hero to his classmates and friends, and a hero to everyone in need. When, he became Conan, he had a small, weak and frail body, but, did that stop him from being the hero he already was? -No, of course not. Why must his weakness hinder him from continuing in being a better hero? He doesn’t think that he’s just a kid, he doesn’t think that he’s just short, he doesn’t think of the negative aspects that he has but rather think of people who have even more unfortunate life than him and tries to help them. He doesn’t sulk around thinking about his failures and his unfortunate shrinkage, and that is a nature of a true hero, always trying, always moving forward, and never stopping. Even if he isn’t a real person and he is not able to help me in any of my real life problems, he is still my hero because first and foremost, I have to remember that whenever I am upset about something or bored, I become very happy when I watch this anime show, it gets away the boredom in me. And, secondly, even if an anime character can’t literally solve my troubles, dilemmas or school pressure, somehow in a way, symbolically although not literally, watching the cute Conan in action in the anime inspires me on solutions to real life problems and makes me relate with his problem with mine and I will solve it just like how he does. Of course he, as the protagonist of the show, always ends things right, he is the hero, isn’t he? An example of his heroism towards people in need was along the series, he meets a girl who was a former victim of the organization and he helps her throughout their journey in defeating the syndicate hand in hand. That is another sign of brave little Conan’s heroism. He is a hero to me, a hero to all anime characters and a hero to all. As for his presence in the anime, I can consider him the greatest savior of the Japanese society!

Therefore I highly believe that Conan is my hero because he is very brave, he has all the traits of a hero and lastly, he believes that only one truth prevails! I want to be just like him as well. Heroes should be strong of character, should not be afraid in front of the face of painful reality and should be courageous enough to help needy humans. Heroism can be found in the young or in the old, heroism knows no age, knows no barrier. Therefore I conclude, anyone in this world, can truly be a renowned hero.

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To A Better Me

Frankly, I wrote this on Dec.9, 2008. Yup, I wrote this last year again for a school submission thing… I just came across it now…:) and changed all the dates…xD the original title was “To A Better Me This 2009″ lolz… I feel guilty, cuz’ this year, I haven’t exercised much… I mean, I did do taekwando… and swimming/ badminton… but most of the time, I’m here in front of my computer, seated, surfing… hahaha, either that or I’m seated, watching a Drama… hahaha

Plus, the number of chores I’m doing did not increase over the past year till’ now… still stagnant. Plus, my grades… aren’t that high either… well, not all subjects… :(
So… I hope, by posting this today, October 27, 2009, I would be able to fulfill all my promises for next year… hopefully. :) actually, I posted the nature poem, this, and the Christmas wish all right now. I forgot to indicate the date ^^

To A Better Me This 2010

In the long years of my life, I have always been trying to improve myself in character, conduct and morality and also harnessing my mental ability together with gaining spiritual wealth. Every single year, I change. When the year ends, I will try to brush out my insecurities and remove the bad qualities that I have and when a new year starts, I tend to make myself a better person and I do good things. Now, 2009 is nearing to a close and year 2010 is coming soon. Next year, my goal is to make a better me.

This 2009, I will be more helpful to my family by helping them more in the aspect of household chores. I have been doing chores this year, yes, but I have only been washing my plate and sometimes helping my mom hang the newly cleaned clothes. Next year, I want to do more things for the cleanliness of the house to lighten my mom and dad’s burden and I could be a more responsible person. Secondly, next year, I really want to exercise more like my father because, believe it or not, my dad goes to gym with his cousins often. I want to exercise more so that I can improve my stamina and I can be more flexible and faster in agility when I run, and most of all, so that my body can be fit and healthy next year. Third of all, I will improve my grades next year in the fourth quarter of first year and probably second year as well in Chinese History. I will study much harder in the next school year, too. Fourthly, I will try to read more books or stories from internet sites to increase my vocabulary and make me a wide reader who is better in grammar. Not only that, reading can widen my imagination, hence making me open to new ideas. Fifth of all, I will continue to improve and make the better me come out by improving my writing and drawing hobbies so that I can be more skillful. As like what God once said, “Use the skills and talents that God blessed you with. You must not waste them but make them better.” Therefore, next year 2010, I will be a better me by making use of my hobbies, talents and abilities to help others and make this world a better place.

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“Thank you Nature, In Return, We Will Take Care of You Too”

“Thank you Nature, In Return, We Will Take Care of You Too”

Oh sweet, kind and loving nature,

We thank you for your motherly nurture,

Therefore in return,

We pledge that we will not disarrange nature’s pattern.

We shall not destroy your lands,

We shall preserve the cleanliness of your waters,

Always keeping in mind the many promises we made by looking on our hands,

While knowing in mind that everything in nature is also God’s sons and daughters.

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Christmas Wish

First of all, this was actually written for a journal submission in English class a year ago, more specifically, if I’m not mistaken, I think I wrote this on November 19, 2008. I just like to share to all this essay that I wrote last year since it’s almost Christmas once again… and so that we can appreciate our parents. XD I was just searching random things out of the computer… since tomorrow will be the official start of our school’s semester break and that means that I won’t be going to school for a whole week! More specifically, six days. So… out of boredom…(since I wanted to watch my favorite Taiwanese drama My Lucky Star, but my mum’s not yet home since she’s still at work… so I want to wait for her first, plus, my dad’s sleeping soundly… would want to wake him up. :D Please enjoy :)
“Christmas Wish”

Christmas is nearing and this is not the only season of merry-making and gift-giving but also a time of the year when impossible wishes and miracles can happen. I, for one, would be very elated if I could grant someone’s wish this Yuletide season just like Santa Claus. I would want to grant the hopes of someone deserving, someone hardworking, and someone loving and special in my life… and that would be none other than my mother.

Why do I think she’s deserving of a wish being granted? Well, for one, my mother has always been the stronghold in me; she guides me in all the things I do and nurtures me to become a good-hearted person. She is also the pillar in the aspect of my studies. She always sleeps late because of teaching me in schoolwork and sometimes helping me in reviewing for certain difficult Math exams. She sacrifices her time and uses all her effort in helping me understand some of my lessons and she always talks to me when I have a problem. Whenever I feel sad and discouraged, she would always be the very first person who I will approach to and tell my problems to, and, the best part is, she never disregards my questions about life, about peers, about school problems, and she’s always there to listen. She is always there to make advice and she really spends time talking to me, like a mother and daughter bonding time. She never said ‘I don’t have time to talk about nonsense’ and she has always been with me in times of need. She is very close to me, I love her very much and she is the best mom in the world therefore I feel that she deserves to have a good Christmas by getting her wish.

I didn’t ask her what she wished for Christmas, but, knowing her so well, and being with her since childhood, I could read the back of her mind as easy as pie. I know what she wants for this season and it is not material things because my mom is not a materialistic person. I think that all she wants is for me to study harder and improve in my grades in school. She doesn’t mind the honor, she doesn’t care if I don’t get a perfect 100%, all she wants, I can feel, is that she wants to see me putting some effort in my schoolwork and get higher scores than last quarter. It is okay if I don’t reach the requirement of being an honor student, as long as I am trying my best. But, I know deep down that if I get honor, my mom would be much gladder. And, that is my mother’s Christmas wish, for me to study harder and get good scores.

And that is why I will study harder this third quarter because this is not only for myself, but it is also for my mom’s wish this year to be granted. I will make sure that she will get her Christmas wish and will have a good Yuletide holiday because I love her. I will be a great Santa Claus to her and give my very best.

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FREEDOM :)

“Life is not all about waiting for the storm to pass; it is about learning to dance with the rain…”

At the first glance, or even at the first reading, this quote does not sound like a quote about freedom, but more on a quote regarding on how to deal with life. However, if this is read in between the lines, this actually has a deep meaning and a good meaning about freedom.

I chose this quote because it is unique and it doesn’t look like a quote about freedom at first. I actually heard of this quote from a female Chinese online buddy of mine who put this quote up in her Friendster account. This quote is really meaningful and inspiring. This quote can make you think deeper and broaden your perspective about life and freedom.

This line simply means that, in life, we can keep on hiding when there is a big problem or when there is a challenge. We can’t just wait for it to be over. We must learn how to face our problems bravely with courage and try the challenges that come our way with an optimistic attitude. I for one am not really an optimistic and confident person. In fact, I am scared of the tests that will come my way this school year, I get sad when I fail a test and I don’t dare do extraordinary things and I get nervous when speaking in front. Therefore, for me to write this essay is really ironic because I don’t even apply what I’m trying to impart to others. I conclude, writing this is much easier said than done.

So, where that freedom fit in the picture? Well, freedom is always partnered with responsibility. There can be no freedom if you are irresponsible, lazy and afraid. Freedom for me is not the state of being free from responsibilities, but rather, the freedom from the worries and anxieties we have while doing our responsibility. Freedom is not pertaining to being able to do whatever you wish, but it is being able to do what is right.

If he or she is afraid to face the challenges that come across their way and cower, they are not free, for, they are like prisoners of hardships and problems. They would be scared to try new things because they feel insecure and shy, but that shyness is leading them to no where and this won’t help people succeed in life. If we are able to break free of our shell and bravely do what is proper without the fear of being judged or criticized by others, then, that is indeed true freedom.

‘Learning to dance with the rain’ simply means that if we learn how to adopt in our surroundings the good way, if we know how to stand up on our own feet and we do not copy others’ opinion or decision, and we have our own good way to solve problems, that that is really a free person. It is because that person is not influenced by the bad of others and not scared of failure. And it is a free man who can achieve most in life. We must learn how to be ourselves. Although we adopt with our friends and peers, but still, it doesn’t mean that we are going to be just like the carbon-copy of our clique just because our friends want to do a certain bad thing or want us to be just like them so that we can be accepted in society and be “in” and “cool”. We still have this option of individuality and if we are able to live as individuals without hiding under someone else’s shadow, and then we are so free.

We have freedom of choices. We can do whatever we please. However, not everyone is free. A good example is that some of the politicians are corrupt, they steal the money of the nation and they pride themselves as leaders but in truth they are merely taking advantage of their power. They are free to cheat in the elections and free to abuse the poor, but, they are not free. It is because they have this desire in their hearts, money, power, fame, but those are not of importance. These worldly things keep them from being free because they are slaves of it. These people cannot survive with their own abilities, they are not independent; they cower from the challenges of life that they don’t dare meet face to face. It is because what they earn the honest way cannot suffice their luxury in life; that is why they have to depend on doing bad things to have more. Doing bad things is not a responsible thing to do; therefore, they are not free, because they throw all their problems to the nation as a whole. Sadly, unless they learn how to face life the honest way, they are not free.

My conclusion is that, a person who does bad things and who depends on other things or other people to survive, not wiling to take challenges and scared of problems without even trying is not free, but, if a person is honest, can survive on his own, has this individuality within himself, can withstand hardships and face problems with courage, such a person is truly free. He is free of worldly desires and of worries. I think freedom is one of the human rights and everyone has that. No one has the right to take away someone’s freedom and freedom is something that we must truly give importance and value in this world instead of money, pride, pleasure and power.

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Glee and Melancholy….

Today I’m both happy… and sad.

Why? Ok, first let’s start with happy :D
It’s just simply because I got home early from school today because our school day was only a half day!!! Yippee! I have enough time to sleep, relax, and study for my tests next week!!~XD

Ok… now for the sad part…

Last Sept 10, 2009, Thursday, exactly 2 days ago… my mother’s good friend passed away at around 1:30 PM due to cancer. :( She was not just any good friend of my mom, she meant a lot to me as well… and so I’m dedicating this thing for her… she has been one of my first best friends… why? You might think that she’s an adult (yes, she is) and why would I be close friends with an adult? Well, when I was very young, I was more close to adults than to kids my age… I really loved her so much! She worked at my mom’s place as her secretary… and since I was really little, until this year, whenever I visit my mom there (which was quite often) she’d always ALWAYS be there opening the door for me! Whenever I’d enter, she’d call out to my mom that I was there… then I’d tell her with a grin..”Shhh… don’t tell her I’m here, I’m gonna surprise her…” Then, she’d smile back at me and I’ll slowly sneak behind my mom and say “BOO!!” and then my mom would really get surprised… and we’d all laugh about it! XD That wasn’t just in the past… I’m already SUPPOSED to be acting a little bit more maturely but I’m not. Just recently, I did that again. I love scaring my mom XD

Anyway, my friend, I called her “auntie”… she…she was always there… she was always the one my mom would talk to after work to relieve her stress… and it’s always her voice I hear whenever I call up my mom at work to tell her something… always…

She’s been the greatest! I remember… when I was little, whenever I’d make a mess, she’d always be the one to clean it up! And whenever I’m gonna eat my lunch, she’d always put a cardboard below so that the food won’t spill on the desk… I also remember her warm smile whenever she says “Hi” to me when I enter the room! And she and my mom have been friends even before mom met my dad! That’s how long it was!

I’d give her a big warm hug…

And when I was waiting for my mom to finish her work, and I felt sleepy, she’d tell me it’s alright… that I can sleep for a while…

My family and her family had also gone to local outings together..

Too bad, I thought there would be more in the future…

She was so religious, so good and understanding… she was also a very good mother to her kids… and a very good friend to my mom and I, and also a very hard worker as a secretary… she was also very smart…

When I had problems, I’d discuss it with my mom and her… and she’d always say, don’t think about it, don’t lose hope, just pray…

She was like my best buddy… Although she was a grown-up… I was able to share to her everything as freely as I can… I can tell her problems, things going around it school, secrets, everything…

I’m much closer to my mom of course, but still… she was one of the closest people ever… I met her before kindergarten… I met her before I met my best friend (I met a friend with the same age as me) … I met her even before I saw some of my relatives!

She was someone who was not my relative and in my age group who I could actually confide to…

I was even thinking… what if…when I grow up… and my mother hands me down her office… then, maybe… if she’s not yet too old, maybe she can be my secretary just like the relationship my mom had with her??

But no…

Two years ago… she contracted this disease…this cancer… of course we were sad about it… however.. I knew many people who survived from it… so I thought there was nothing to worry…

Then, she had an operation…then they were able to remove the thing that’s causing it, the tumor! And she was back to normal again! But then, she had to do chemotherapy… but then, still, she was so alive and well!!!

And so, we were all happy about that!

But then, just this year, it somehow came back again!!! And I guess it’s because when she found out about her illness 2 years ago… it was already severe, spreading around her system… so now, it came back again…

She had to go under chemo again, and slowly… she was actually getting better! At first, she had to be absent from work for a long time and the reliever was her niece who was a fresh graduate. Then, finally, she started going back to work and she never looked healthier!!!

On Sept. 10, 2009, on the morning before she passed away, she was in the office working so lively and so happily again… she was at that time working with another person who’s also my mom’s friend since my mom was working somewhere else at the time being, you see, three people shared the office…

And so… she was still energetically writing down stuffs on her notebook that morning… she was even eating her snack…

And, at that morning, my mom called her up and asked her with concern… “Are you well now?” Then… she said…”Of course, ma’am! Never felt better! I feel very strong today! I’m ready to officially work again!”

And so my mom was so happy of what she heard… and

PS: Haha! I actually wrote this thing on Sept 12, 2009, but then, my PC suddenly shut down by itself! *technical difficulties* =[ So… I thought that it got completely erased… so I got upset cuz’ I wrote such a long essay and it just got erased… then, today, while I was surfing through my account, I noticed something in the drafts… and I wondered what it was cuz’ I never put anything in drafts… then, I ralized that my long lost essay has been here all along!!! Yippee!! I’m really so happy that I saw this again today, October 3, 2009! Anyway, I’m gonna continue this thing XD I love writing my thoughts and opinions :) But, I have to type this quick cuz’ I’ll be reviewing my Chinese History notes later ^^

Okay… to continue… (now, Oct 9, 2009)

And so my mom was so happy of what she heard… and she put down the phone. Then, at that time, I was at home. My dad got a text message from my mom telling him to call her secretary up to ask her to get some of the documents from the front desk. And so, since my dad knew that I’m close with her, he told me to be the one to call the office. I called up the office and she said with her usual sweet tone “Hello…” then I told her about the documents thing. It was still early morning so I was a little bit cranky and sleepy so I took that call to her for granted. I just said with a yawn…”ok” then I put down the phone. I wasn’t mad or anything… I was just really sleepy that I didn’t have the mood to talk at the moment. I was thinking, I could have a nice chat with auntie some other time… now, I’m going back to bed…

But, I regret it now.

Little did I expect that it would be the last time I would be able to hear her voice… and to be able to talk…

So… that noon, while our maid (actually she’s the maid of my mum’s office and the good friend of my auntie too, she doesn’t live in our house, she just comes to our house from time to time to do a one hour cleaning, oh, yeah, all this time I forgot to mention, her name is Marjorie, but I call her Auntie Joji… I will only know her with that name… Auntie Joji… it sounds so natural…) so…yeah, where was I? Oh, yeah, while our maid was cleaning, my dad got a text message from mum again… he said that Auntie Joji suddenly had a hard time to breathe… I think they said that the tumor got stuck in her breathing canal… hm, but they said that the doctors were all doing their best to revive her… so I felt a little relaxed…I was telling myself “Nothing to worry…” that happened around early afternoon…

I actually sent a message to my mom asking about the condition of Auntie… but she never replied, so I got a bit irritated and worried…

Then, at about 4 or 5 pm, my mum finally came home! Then, I asked her with a smile, “So… how’s Auntie Joji? She’s ok, right? Right?” Then, my mom didn’t reply right away… then she suddenly said. “She passed away.”

That shocked me. I really was NOT expecting for my mom to say that… the worst scenario I was thinking of is that she might be confined in the hospital… or she might be operated… but it never crossed my mind that she could die…

I mean… we’ve been the closest…

The closest ever…

But… after that, I realized that I was also happy for her, that she’s in heaven… and she doesn’t feel any pain, and she’s in peace even if I mis seeing her. But what I’m really worried of is the condition and welfare of her two children… Her two children were still young, two boys, if I’m not mistaken their ages were 11 and 8…. they were so young, and they already lost a mother. I’m much older than them… and I have to admit, I wouldn’t now what I’d do if my mom passed away! I mean, a mother’s always the light of the family! I know the father’s there, but, it won’t feel complete… I will just pray…

So, here ends my story… It’s almost a month now since she passed away… and my mom’s new official secretary is Auntie Joji’s niece! And her name’s Auntie Jennilyn… ok, she’s just about 23 years old… but she really really resembles Auntie… she’s so the same… I mean, they have the same height, same skin color… but they do have different hairstyles :D But beyond that, their personalities are so similar, even my mom said so. She’s so respectful, hardworking, kind and obedient. She’s also very comfortable to talk to, and he’s also religious! She’s like the younger version of Auntie Joji…

And now… Auntie Jennilyn and I are talking more often in my mom’s office… and somehow, even if we just met and I am not so familiar with her… I feel that it is so easy to confide my feelings to her… and it’s so easy to talk to her… and so easy to chat and laugh with her… I wish… someday, Auntie Jennilyn and I will have the same relationship that I had with Auntie Joji… it’s odd, I never called her Auntie Marjorie… I just always know and will know her as “Joji”…

Although I know that the things Auntie Joji and I talked about… the memories… the laughter… everything… can never be replaced… I think tht Auntie Jennilyn will also be a good friend of mine =)

Ended: 3pm of October 3, 2009, Saturday

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Typhoon…

I really wanted to write a long post about my feelings and experiences and the things that I have witness and want to share about the terrible terrible typhoon! But…I was so busy…1) studying 2) watching Taiwanese dramas 3) being updated with the news 4) checking my mail

so… I have not written any yet… =(

I will soon, though! I still want to share my insights on this! Not on this post though, I’m currently still watching my favorite Taiwanese dramas “Mean Girl Ah Chu” and “Rolling Love”… so maybe on the next post? ^^

Anyway… I hope everyone’s ok! Hello to everyone reading this!! Please pray for the Ondoy flood victims!!!! And also be prepared… cuz’ I heard that there’s gonna be a new typhoon coming tomorrow evening worse than Ondoy! *shudders* I will continue to pray! I mean…we haven’t fully recovered from the calamity and here comes another storm!

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Two Mosquito Attacks!!!! :(

Last August, I’ve had two occurences wherein mosquitos would go to me!!! But this isn’t just any ordinary event! The mosquitos weren’t going to bite me!!! They were after my food!!! YES!!! Very odd, right?

One morning, I was happily eating doughnuts with my mother for breakfast, then, suddenly, one or two mosquitos came buzzing in front of me and my doughnut!!! I was really annoyed with the mosquito!! But…I tried to ignore it anyway. Then, as I was about to take a bite of my doughnut, the mosquito came again and it was stinging MY doughnut!!!! That’s it! I got irritated and shooed the mosquitos away! But then, there was a doughnut box in front of me with lots of doughnuts and two of them went to the delicious doughnuts and they were actually perched there in the delectible pasty and they were swarming over and stinging the yummy doughnut!!! And so I kept hitting the box so that the pest-insects would leave me and my doughnout ALONE then they still kept going back to my doughnut!!!! *fuming* Then, after a while, they disappeared… ahh…I was almost relieved until I accidentally hit the box and few mosuitos came out of the box AGAIN!!!! They were hiding inside the box!!! They contaminated the box filled with pastries!! And, I wasn’t even done with my piece when another mosquito hovered around me! I got so scared with the mosquitos that I had no more appetite in continuing my breakfast… :( WAHH~ at least my mum finished eating already…I think. I mean, I can’ believe it!!! I raher have them bite me (I don’t mind, mosquito bites heal after a day, and I’ve experienced that at times already) then ruin perfectly good apetite and doughnut!!!! I can’t believe that mosquitos were actually after sweet stuffs that I like such as creamy doughnuts! I mean, how do they even eat that?? Don’t they simply use their proboscis to get blood?? Are they gonna extract the cream from the doughnut? Oh my… *grossed out*

I thought that would be the last time… but unfortunately…

Just recently, I was eating a tuna sandwich… then… one or two mosquites came swarming again!! Not at me, at my SANDWICH!! I had to run around the room to run away from the pesty mosquitos who could fly (lucky them, I can’t) and they are chasing after MY sandwich!!! I didn’t know mosquitos liked tuna these days!! Hm…the behaviors of the mosquitos on those two days were really bizzare… anyway, I hope it doesn’t happen again! But, I still finished my tuna sandwich cuz’ luckily they didn’t touch it because I tried to escape! Hahaha!!! But I still feel that the mosquito attacks when I ate the doughnut was much more severe than the tuna sandwich attack!

But now that I look back…it’s pretty funny ^_^

Okay… that’s all…

I’m feeling really sleepy *yawn*

Oh! I just finished getting Taylor Swift song lyrics :D
Good night world! :)
Written on the midnight between Sept 2, 2009 Wednesday and Sept 3, 2009 Thursday on 12:00 midnight up until 12:47AM.

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A Random Story :)-Unconditional Love

*You can also see this story that I wrote in FictionPress under Miyano Ran.

Please enjoy! ^_^

Unconditional Love

It was a cloudy afternoon in March and students were already on vacation. It was surprising that in spite of the supposedly ‘summer’ month, the weather was quite dreary that day… it seemed as though it would rain cats and dogs anytime soon.

A teenage girl wearing a school uniform was walking on the sidewalk on the way home. She had to go to school that day because she went to school and received her report card. As the young lady took slow steps, she slowly opened the report card again and scanned its contents, and with that, she smiled in satisfaction. She had attained her ultimate success, being the highest in her batch, next year, she hoped that she would be the valedictorian because she was incoming fourth year high school. With a sleepy yawn, she closed her report card and put it back inside her sling bag.

As she continued walking, she remembered that she was having a bad headache since morning of the same day. Ever since she rose from her bed when the sunlight entered the transparent window all the way to shine her eyes, she had been feeling dizzy and weak. Her mother thought that she was sick and insisted her to stay home and her mom will get the report card for her instead but she kindly refused and assured her mother she was fine. But now, the headache was getting worst and she would be lying to herself if she said again that she was fine. She felt terrible; her head was spinning, then, her cheeks felt hot and body felt warm and her eyelids felt heavy. Being indifferent, she continued her steps.

She was nearing home and now she was positive that she was definitely sick. Her feet felt tired and her body felt frail as ever and the bleak atmosphere didn’t help either. She sighed, touching her forehead, her hand jolted and retracted as though what she touched was on fire, her head was burning with fever! She groaned and thought of lying down her soft bed and put cold compress on her forehead and would wait for her mother’s famous duck soup as soon as she reached home.

Suddenly, a massive feeling struck her… her legs trembled, her eyelids felt heavier than a moment ago and she felt the symptoms now. She smiled weakly, she was the smartest in health class… and she knew that if one has fast heart beat, it is a symptom of fever. Now, she could practically hear her heart thumping and thumping hard against her chest… she felt sweat fall from her face… her head was spinning once more and one breath escaped from her lips… and then, it was all dark.

-

On the same street, a guy in his teens walked pass by. He just came from his school to get his report card as well. With a smug look on his face, he continued walking as he looked at all his grades in his report cards- he didn’t fail any subject! He was so overjoyed, he wouldn’t have to attend summer school… and he was going to college next year!

His happy thoughts were distracted when he eyed a defenseless-looking girl lying down unconsciously on the sidewalk, her face smothered with sweat and dirt. He quickly ran as fast as he could, his jolly eyes were now filled with anxiousness and pity. He knelt down beside the girl and examined her appearance while he wiped her sweat with his handkerchief while curious passer-bys looked at the scene.

He scanned her visage. She was ravishingly beautiful; she was like a fallen angel, a blessing. Her beauty was nothing like he had ever seen; she looked so sweet and so simple and when the little sunlight reflected on her face, she was glowing. She had such a slender and curvaceous figure. He felt her forehead and quickly removed is hands from the skin contact when he realized that this girl had a fever, therefore, she fainted and collapse down the floor. She looked so weak, so vulnerable. Knowing what to do, he gently carried the feverish girl from the cold ground in his strong arms and continued walking home.

-

He unlocked the door with his unoccupied arm while his other arm carried the unconscious girl. With much effort, the door opened and he entered his house and closed the door behind him. He looked around and realized the emptiness of the house, the lack of mirth therefore he concluded that his family must be out again. With a tired sigh, he carried the girl with both of his arms and walked upstairs to the guest room.

When he went into the room, he hurriedly laid the feverish girl on the bed and with a tender smile; he put a soft warm blanket on her. He quickly went downstairs and took a clean towel and a basin of clean cold water and ran back upstairs to the room where the girl slept. He went near her and soaked the towel with water from the basin and wringed it, allowing the excess water to drip down the water-filled basin. He tenderly placed the cold damp towel on her burning forehead and ran back downstairs.

He was busy in the kitchen. He was preparing a warm healthy soup for the girl. He didn’t know how to cook well but he saw his mother cook lots of times and he was sure whatever he was making was edible. Fishing out a can of corn peas from the cabinet, he opened the can with the can-opener and poured the luscious contents of the can on the boiling water in front of him. His hands moved quickly towards the refrigerator and took out pieces of sliced meat and threw them inside the boiling hot casserole.

After adding more ingredients and seasonings into the boiling pot, he mixed the succulent soup with a ladle. When he saw the color of the mixture, he smiled in satisfaction as he sniffed the aroma emitting from the soup. It smelled delicious, he took a spoon and scooped some of the soup and took a sip. His lips twisted into a smile since he found the soup tasty and lukewarm.

He took a plastic bowl and poured the warm soup inside it and added a plastic spoon inside. He took the bowl in his hands and exited the kitchen. He took careful steps up the stairs while constantly glancing on the soup on his hands, cautious that he won’t spill it. Taking the last step of the stair, he grinned cockily since the bowl of soup in his hands did not even spill a drop. He walked towards the room with the girl inside and once he was in there, he placed the bowl on a desk beside her bed and waited for the girl to wake up.

He couldn’t stop looking at every bit of her face, her beautiful and silky long black hair, her fair white skin and her beautiful being. As she was breathing, he observed once more. Her slow but steady breaths mesmerized him. He looked outside the window and saw the sun come out from the clouds again, although it would be sunset soon, he knew this brightened the atmosphere.

After a few moments, the girl’s eyelids started to shake and suddenly, her weak eyes fluttered open. “You’re awake.” The boy greeted with a smile. As soon as she realized her situation after seeing the very handsome boy grinning in front of her, she quickly got up to a sitting position and went into a sudden panic, throwing the blanket away from her, the damp towel on her forehead fell off as well. There was fear in her eyes. She looked around the room she was in and eventually felt the soft bed she laid on.

“Where…where am I?” The girl asked with a scared voice. She had just woken up, realized that she was in an unfamiliar place, she was lying on a bed and moreover, a guy was right in front of her! She wondered how did all of this happen without her knowledge and how was she brought here. Then, she remembered that she was walking in the street and had a high fever… wait… did the guy take advantage of her when she fell unconscious?! She thought in utmost horror.

The guy was startled in seeing her frightened and knew the reason right away. If a girl found herself in a place she didn’t know… and with a guy she never met before, she would indeed be alarmed. Understanding her feelings, the lad explained in a calm and friendly voice when the girl attempted to stand up and leave the place.

“Wait.” The man said, holding her hand, stopping her from leaving. “Just let me explain.” “Who are you? Where did you find me?” The girl asked once more with a shaky and hoarse voice. “You’ve got a fever… and you must have collapsed on the sidewalk. While I was passing by, I saw you lying down the floor… and I wanted to help you… so I brought you to my humble home… and I let you stay here for a while, you know, to rest. I even prepared soup for you.”

The girl was still in shock, if what he said was true, then, he is really a very kind person, a very considerate and caring one at that. “Is that true?” “Yes.” Silence filled the air. “Why?” The girl asked in the quiet nothingness of the atmosphere. “You don’t even know me.” The guy smiled understandingly and said. “I couldn’t just ignore you, could I? What kind of jerk would I be if I did? Your fever was really high… and I don’t know any near hospital around. Look, I did it because I cared, alright?”

Enough was said. “Thank you.” The girl mumbled when a small smile appeared from her lips. “Do you want to drink some soup? I made this for you. Warm soup always helps sick patients.” The guy said with an affectionate smile while reaching out a bowl of soup that he held in his hands. The girl nodded, and with a little blush, said “Thank you” again.

The girl took a sip and savored the taste while she smelled the delectable aroma accompanying it. She swallowed it. “So? How is it?” The guy asked kindly. With a smile, the girl replied. “A little bit salty but it tastes good.” The guy’s smile softened as he watched her eat and enjoy what he had prepared for her.

After she finished the soup, she looked at him with gratefulness and said. “I really thank you for all your help. And I’m sorry for the bother… but I need to go home now.” “Ah…wait.” The boy called out while holding her hand. “You’re still feverish, I’ll walk you home.” The girl replied shyly. “No, it’s ok. I can manage. I’ve disturbed you too much already.”

“No, it’s alright, really, don’t resist. It is dangerous for a girl like you to walk by yourself now that it is quite late already… and there are lots of bad people out there. I insist. I’ll walk you home.” The girl simply smiled back at him and thanked him for his kindness and compassion and said. “Thanks for your concern.” She felt lucky meeting a man like him because not many men could be that kind-hearted to a girl and he was one of them.

-

While quietly walking down the street with the beautiful crimson red sunset, the boy broke the silence. “I never got to know your name… what is it?” “My name’s Grace.” She responded shyly. “You have a really beautiful name… Oh, I’m Alfred, but, call me Fred.” He introduced, and then Grace just blushed and said timidly. “Oh… nice name…” The walk was silent yet again. “Ah… there’s my house!” The girl said while pointing at a cute house nearby. “Oh, that house?” The boy asked in surprise. “I always ride a bike every morning… and I pass by this road… and I see your house everyday.” The girl controlled a laugh and smiled. “Oh, that’s a coincidence!” “Yeah…” The boy smiled in return.

Soon enough, the two reached the house and as Grace opened the door with her key, both her parents appeared from the door with worried faces. “Grace! Where have you been?” The father asked worriedly. “I told you not to go to school today, didn’t I?” The mother said apprehensively. “What took you so long? We were all so worried of you! How’s your fever?”

Noticing the man behind their daughter, they both asked. “Who is he, Grace? Is he your friend?” Grace’s father had this overprotective look in him when he saw a man beside his precious daughter. Grace laughed a bit and introduced him. “He’s name is Fred. I just met him today and he saved me.” Fred smiled and respectfully bowed to her parents and explained when he saw the surprise in her parents’ expression. “I’ll explain…”

“Why? What happened to my Grace?” The father asked a little bit angrily. “Come in, come in.” The mother said hospitably. “Let’s talk inside.” “Thank you.” Fred thanked with another smile as he and Grace entered the house. That night, Fred ate dinner in Grace’s house and the two explained to Grace’s parents and Grace’s siblings what really transpired that day.

The parents of Grace loved Fred a lot for what he did to Grace that day and Grace would always ride the bike with Fred to the park every morning when he passed by their house that beautiful summer. Sometimes, Fred would even cook soup again and let Grace eat it. Of course, Fred introduced Grace to his family as well and they were just as warm to her. Both Grace’s parents and Fred’s parents also got acquainted with each other and later became good friends.

Soon enough, they realized that they were both from the same high school but Fred was one year older than Grace. They were slightly wondering why they never saw each other back then in school… why they never met inside the campus if they were schoolmates. The juniors and seniors had different uniforms and their school was big so it was hard to recognize when they first met.

Grace was 17 while Fred was 18. Fred was going to a university next year and he was planning to be a doctor while Grace was turning fourth year high school. Grace planned to be a doctor as well after she graduates high school. And true enough, after a year, both of them fulfilled their dreams.

Fred got into a nice and prestigious university while Grace became the valedictorian of their batch in fourth year. They both studied in the same college now, aiming to strive hard in their studies to be good doctors. They became the best of friends. They didn’t focus on love yet but rather they studied really hard and remained friends. Because real love waits… it does not haste… and a relationship cannot be made in a whim, they had to form their characters and build strong friendship with each other first before the crossed the line of friends to lovers. It is because the longer the relationship is built, the longer it will last.

-

Six years passed and they grew more and more affectionate towards each other. They studied medical school together and Fred would always help Grace in her studies since he was a year older. Deep down, both of them secretly liked each other very much but neither could admit it, probably part of the reason was rejection.

But then, one day, when Fred was 24 years old, he was able to admit his feelings. In the park where the usually went every morning, Fred suddenly spoke up while he and Grace were walking. He was nervous indeed, he started to sweat and he also felt the rhythm of his heart pumping faster and faster. He gave a shaky sigh… feeling really tensed. Grace just stared at him. Ignoring his loud heartbeats, Fred reached out his hand and held Grace’s shoulder and gave a friendly squeeze with an accompanied smile.

“Fred? What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Grace asked worriedly when she noticed his actions. Her eyes had traces of love and care. She gently held his forehead and concluded. “Your head’s not hot.” “No, I…” Fred started but lost his composure but tried to be calm, regaining it. Sighing, he said at last. “Grace… I’ve known you for six years now… and…” His eyes looked sideward, not wanting to meet her eyes. For a man, he really didn’t have the guts to tell her how he felt about her.

“And…?” Grace asked with confusion written all over her face. “I was attracted to your beauty and fragileness… when I saw you lying down unconscious on that street… the very first time I laid my eyes on you… and… ever since, I started to like you more and more… day by day I see you smiling… and you make me happy. My feelings grew… and I see you more than just a friend… I felt this way since before… but I never told you. Although you might not feel the same way, I…I…” Grace’s eyes widened and she gasped. Taking a deep breath, he finally released the words. “I love you, Grace… you’re the best person I’ve ever met… I’ll always love you, Grace…”

Tears fell from Grace’s eyes, the drops flowing one by one. A pain like a stab of a dagger penetrated Fred’s chest when he saw those tears. In a panic, Fred wiped the accumulating tears lingering in her eyes and said in a rush. “I’m sorry… you didn’t like what I said, did you? Did I hurt your feelings? I’m truly sorry, Grace…sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you…” “No…it’s not like that…” Grace said while sniffing. More tears flowed out and she inhaled deep breaths. “Because… since before… I…” She swallowed hard, her blurry eyes focused on his and with a smile she said lovingly. “I love you, too…”

Fred’s eyes widened and he was very elated when he heard those words. Not daring to believe, he asked for reassurance. “Is…Is that true?” With a small nod, Grace blurted out. “I really love you…” She said while breathing hard and controlling her tears of joy, looking in his eyes. Instantly, Fred implanted a long passionate kiss on Grace’s lips and she did not resist. After the kiss, Grace smiled and said. “I really love you…” “As do I…” He replied while gently cupping her cheek with his palm. And so, under the mahogany tree, Grace and Fred gave each other an affectionate and gentle embrace.

And so, their relationship started and it bloomed into a beautiful strong love. Fred and Grace promised each other that they would love each other unconditionally, through thick and thin, for better or for worse.

-

One night, Fred was walking to Grace’s house for a visit. Then, as he neared the house, he saw fire trucks and firefighters near the place and neighbors were screaming and panicking. There was thick smoke everywhere. He got worried and so he asked one of the troubled neighbors. “Hey, what’s happening?” “A…A house is burning!! And a person is trapped inside!” The man screamed in terror. “What?” Fred yelped in dread. “Whose house is burning? Who’s trapped inside?”

Even before the trembling man could answer, Fred heard a scream… no, screams. It sounded like Grace’s mother and father. His eyes widened in horror as he swiftly ran towards the voices. “What’s happening here?” Fred asked uneasily as he approached the couple. “Fred! Grace is trapped inside our house! The kitten hit one of the huge candles in Grace’s room and it caused this huge fire! All of us were able to escape… but… then… now we realize that Grace is still in there!! She’s still in her room!!” Grace’s mother cried endlessly as she narrated.

“Grace!! Grace!!!” Grace’s father screamed while tears continuously fell down the ground. At that time, it was like Fred’s heart just stopped beating. He couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t die… she just couldn’t! If Grace died, he wouldn’t be able to live anymore. His eyes started to sting as tears were forming in his eyes. She was the only girl in his life and she was the most important thing to him in the whole world. His lips trembled as he saw how the fire devoured the house.

And so, with eyes burning with determination, Fred screamed as he ran through the crowd surrounding the house. “I’m going to save you, Grace!!” “No!!” Grace’s father yelled. “You’ll die!!!” “I don’t care!!! There is no life worth living without her!!!” Fred screamed back, shocking the crowd when he entered the burning house.

He constantly took deep breaths as he navigated himself to Grace’s room, avoiding all the burning pieces of cement and wood to fall on him. At this point, Fred was already wheezing because of the thick smoke and he also got several minor burns in his body but he didn’t care. He wanted to be reunited with her once again; he wanted to see her once more, even for the last time. No physical pain could be greater than the melancholy he would feel if ever Grace burned into ashes.

The powerful desire that Fred had towards Grace led him to this level of bravery… self sacrifice. Yes, his love for her was unconditional, for better or for worse. If Grace would die, he will stay with her until the very end, enjoying their last moment.

He ignored his bleeding and stinging wounds as he courageously ran towards her room. Then, his heart melted in an instant when he saw her lying barely alive on the floor. Fire was already surrounding her and she inhaled deeply, her lungs were probably begging for air. There were tears in her eyes. She had burns all over her body and she was already screaming with all the pain.

Fred’s heart sank as tears now fell from his eyes. He crawled beside her, baring the intense pain of fire touching his skin. He breathed hard. Then, he enveloped her whole body in an embrace. “Grace…” Grace’s eyes opened in a flash when she heard that familiar voice and when she felt that caring embrace. “Fred!” She cried out. “Why…why are you here? You’ll die!” “I’m trying to save you…” He said, teary-eyed. Then, forcing a soft smile on his face, he whispered. “You’ll be alright; I’m getting you out of here…” Fire was surrounding them now; their bodies were already in critical condition.

“Fred… why would you risk your life for me…?” Grace asked while crying, the fire already getting to her. “I love you…” Fred moaned when pieces of cement fell on him. “Love is unconditional… for better or for worse… I’m with you…” He replied with a very weak voice. The heat was draining his energy to the very last. “You are a part of me… if you died… I can never be whole again…”

Fred used all his might to carry Grace and tried to stand up and walk. He wheezed and wheezed again and realized that he could no longer stand. Instead, he crawled his way out of the room on the little spaces wherein fire still wasn’t there with Grace limped on his arms.

The two gagged for more oxygen but there was no use. The only thing entering their lungs was heavy smoke. “I love you until the very end…” Grace said while tears fell from her eyes. She was already very weak. “…thank you… I will always love…” Suddenly, Fred silenced her with a soft kiss on the lips while holding her slender waist firmly. The two were already almost dying but they still held onto each other, while embracing each other as tight as they can, they kissed each other passionately once more while their fingers were entwined with each other. Their love for each other had no boundary. Not even death can break them apart.

-

Grace slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and her whole body stung painfully, her chest throbbing. Every muscle of her was swollen, even her face, and every little movement she made created unbearable pain. She opened her eyes wider this time… and the first thing that came to mind was Fred. She wondered if the place she was in was heaven because all her blurry eyes could see was white. She wondered if Fred was here in heaven, too. Then, she started to recognize someone out of her vague vision…her mother!

“You’re awake!” Her mother exclaimed with great relief. “Steven!” Her mother called out to her dad. “Grace is awake!!” “What?” Her father cried out with joy as he ran towards her. “Mom…? Dad…? Where am I? What happened?” Grace mumbled with a very soft voice. “You are here in the Intensive Care Unit, honey. Firefighters were able to get you and Fred out of the fire on time, thank goodness! But luckily, the doctor was able to save you! You just have to stay here for a while and recover…” Grace’s mom explained while kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“Fred was so brave… he just ran in there to save you…” The father said with awe. “He really loves you that much… I really love that boy…” ”Where’s Fred?” Grace asked softly, only moving a little because there were tubes inserted all over her body. There was also an oxygen tank beside her. With a smile, her father said. “He’s in the other room and his parents are also there taking care of him… he’s also in the same condition… but he will survive.” A small smile formed on Grace’s lips when she whispered. “Thank goodness…” Then, after that, she went back into deep slumber.

-

After several months of recovery, therapy included, Grace and Fred were finally discharged from the hospital and they were free to go home. There were still burn marks and scars left on them but most of their wounds have healed. They still had bandages, though, and they still had to ride the wheelchair since they cannot walk long distances. They were just glad they survived that day. Surviving that kind of fire was very rare and they were grateful to God for that.

“I could have never survived if you didn’t come for me…” Grace reminded Fred with a tender smile. Grace and Fred were both seated on wheelchairs at the park under the same mahogany tree where they had their first kiss two years ago. Fred smiled back at her and answered. “Because I could never live happily without you…”

“You save me over and over again…” Grace said in a soft voice, almost crying. “My skin is not as beautiful now… because of my burn marks and my scars… I’m ugly…You might not like me anymore… and I’m so weak…” She said sadly while her eyes were cast downwards, tears falling. “I’m not that shallow.” Fred said with a smile on his face.

“I have those scars, too… I told you…my love for you is unconditional… whether you’re bald…or fat… or whatever… I still like you no matter what and that can never change… my love for you did not decrease one bit… Even compared to a beautiful tall model, I will still choose you… You are the only one… no one can ever replace…” Fred said with full of love and understanding while stroking her cheek as gently as he could, wiping her tears away.

“I am really grateful to have someone like you.” Grace said with softness in her eyes. “Same here, Grace…” Fred said. “Hey… I’m not fat… nor am I bald!” Grace pointed out. “I know…I know…” Fred said with a laugh while looking at her with love and said. “I just said if…” “Oh…” Grace murmured with a small smile on her lips. Side by side, they were seated on their wheelchair, and somehow, Fred managed to give her a soft kiss on the lips. “Grace…” Fred said nervously. “I know this isn’t the best time but…” Grace listened carefully. “…will you marry me?”

Grace’s breath stopped for a moment, and a huge smile crept on her face. “Yes! Yes! I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with my entire mind! Yes, I will marry you!” Grace responded merrily. “I’m so glad…” Fred whispered while caressing her cheek. “You’re still beautiful… and besides… our wounds will soon heal.” Grace smiled at him and said. “Even if you are not handsome, I will still love you… because my love for you is unconditional… my love knows no limits…”

“But I’m still handsome.” Fred said proudly while laughing. Grace laughed with him. “I love you…” Fred whispered. And once again, under the mahogany tree, the lovers stayed and kissed. And so they wed in the Church after. Both of them became successful doctors and they had four children. They had a very happy family full of love. No matter how much the world changes, their love for each other will never change.

Their scars and burn marks simply represent the hardships and pain they are willing to go through just for the betterment of the other. They can go through anything together. And that is how much they both love each other. No words were said after, only good actions were done. Action speaks louder than words and true love is not simply a desire but a sacrifice and also for better or for worse. That may sound cliché, but it is true. And so, this story is sealed with the kiss of true love, a true love that can never be broken by time or distance.

The End

March 31, 2009- Apr 2, 2009

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GPS-Global Positioning System…can that really be compared to prayer? =]

This post of mine is inspired by a priest from our school who said in a homily during the Mass that a GPS gadget for navigating can indeed be compared with prayer. It’s true!! Just think about this… if you’re lost in the road… what do you need most? A GPS!!! Yup! It will definitely help you find your way, right? :D So… when we are spiritually lost… like, we have lots of problems and we are very sad… and we do not know which direction to take in life… we are lost… what do we need? Yes! Prayer! Faith in God! Oh…wait! If a person’s an atheist… hmm… then, their GPS is believing in oneself, never losing hope, fighting spirit and their family which will guide people!~!!

It’s such a good analogy if you think about it, isn’t it? ^_^

Lost in the road : GPS

Lost in life : God/prayer/family

^_^ ^_^ XD XD

It’s so meaningful isn’t it? =)

I love writing meaningful stuff and sharing it to the world! =D

So, if GPS helps us to get connected with the satellite, then prayer and faith in God will help us connect with the Holy Spirit! That thought for me is really so cool! I really loved that Homily of our priest! XD

~August 22, 2009 Saturday 9:25pm

PS: I honestly wanted to write this thing a long long time ago… and I was imagining I’d write this essay…hmm 3X as long as this… or 5X…hahaha!! I really do like writing long stuff but mom says that sometimes I write around the bush! Haha! Like I keep on repeating the same thing over and over! Now I am just sleepy… and…yeah, I’ve got assignments to do, too ^_^ I just wanted to share this awesome thought about GPS and prayer! :) I hope I don’t get around the bush again and get annoying…hm…maybe I should cut this short…haha

Bye~=^.^=

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