It would take me a lifetime listing how much I miss YOU

I miss your dimples.

I miss sleeping next to you and hugging you at night.

I miss escorting you to the dining table.

I miss taking care of you when you were sick.

I miss our debates.

I miss our conversations.

I miss the way you brag about me in school even there's nothing much to be proud about.

I miss you appreciating my talents.

I miss your request for me to play the piano.

I miss giving medical apparatus to you.

I miss accompanying you in your meetings and medical conventions.

I miss you fetching me from school.

I miss shopping together with you.

I miss you forcing me to join musical recitals.

I miss you encouraging me to study.

I miss you sitting nexxt to me every dinner.

I miss holding hands with you in Church.

I miss your kisses.

I miss your hugs.

I miss your gifts.

I miss sleeping on your lap when we're in the car.

I miss seeing different places with you.

I miss helping you inject insulin every night.

I miss watching you treat your patients.

I miss making deals with you.

I miss the way you talk to me.

I miss the way you appreciate every crappy work I have in school.

I miss the way you show your trust in me.

I miss every little thing we shared together.

I miss your smile and your beautiful eyes.

I miss laughter.

I miss going to elegant parties with you.

I miss the way you comfort me when I'm sad.

I miss the way you cheer me up.

I miss our drama together.

I miss being with you.

I miss seeing you everyday.

I miss your voice.

I miss home.

I miss loving you.

I miss you,

MOM.

-sam

I didn't change my profile pic into a cartoon

I read my brother's blog about the movement that marked Facebook history--the movement against child violence by changing your profile picture into a cartoon character. I got inspired by my brother's blog post. He really had a point in his post, and we share that same point. Almost all people in my contacts changed their pictures. I didn't change mine, and I wasn't trying to be unique. I didn't feel like it was a good thing to do. I'm not a pro-child violence. I just think that nothing would change if I participated---if many people participated. We should be more concrete if would really like to help; not just participate abstractly in such somewhat, stupid actions (no offense to the people who changed their pictures).

Many were asking why I didn't want to change my profile pic. Some people even labeled me as a rebel and an evil person. I don't really care if I look different and my perspective couldn't conform to the majority's.

What's the bottomline?

Make a real move, don't be just part of a mass movement. We are not machines, we are real helpful beings.

-S.Reyes

"No actual child is saved, no violence is prevented. Child violence is condemned only on paper, or rather in kilobytes." (c)T.Reyes

To My Greatest Fan

You were the first to know that I write. You worshiped every composition I made since I was still an incompetent writer. You inspired me too write and you showed too much appreciation in my horrible compositions. You've always been proud of me; Proud of both my achievements and mistakes, because you always respect my efforts.You trusted me; believed every word I said, and tried to believe even my lies. You encouraged me to speak up and express my emotions,because you knew I was just shy. You believed in my capacities to excel even if I don't believe I could excel. You value my talents even if everyone value it as trash---a garbage of my efforts. You've always supported my decisions and tried to know what I really like. You've been too curious about me, and you're eager to know more of me. You've never got tired of wanting to be close to me, even if I seem very aloof and distant. You've cared and protected me in your own secret ways; You made me walk safe in the road of life, because you've already paved the way. You've been very patient with me. You tried to understand my feelings and lost of control. You've always been there for me, and you promised to be with me as time allows you too. You're one hellofakindperson!?! You gave me life, and a reason to live. You are the real icon, not I. Maybe I just often deny it but, I admire you. I think you are more of the star in my life than the star I think of myself. I am proud of you, DAD.

From your Greatest Fan,

Sam

P.S. I love you, Happy birthday!

A Step forward from High School

"What's in High School, stays in High school..."

People, we don't really have to bring back issues from the past when we already entered a new phase in our lives---college. Yes, we could certainly not forget some events that struck us from the past but we have to move on. We don't have to be slaves of our own sad and happy memories. We should go on.

When people disappoint you, don't be upset. Of course, people couldn't always please you. Haven't you thought that you might have disappointed them too?

If you're asking for a request one couldn't readily give, you have to respect that. People can't always be there for you, because they have their reasons and they have other people to be with too.

You may say that you don't force people to conform, but the pressure of your plea would always be there. You could always hold on to the people you meet in high school. But you shouldn't hold on too much or else they might break. Those people are fragile beings like you too. You must accept that what happened already happened, and it all happened for a reason. Let other people join you in your next stage. Give them a chance to enter in your life because they're willing to let you in their lives too.

It's not that I am saying you to forget the ones who you once held dear...it's just that you have to find more of them. Your friends in High school will always be there, so don't be afraid to lose them. Finding new friends doesn't mean replacing the ones you have in the present.

All the drama, issues, lies, and happiness must be left in high school; But the people important to you back then must be taken with you as you GROW. We should bury the grudges, wars, and backstabbing deep down in high school history. Let us filter our memories and take the ones that made us who we are. Like what I said, "What's in high school, stays in high school...but the people you love and the memories you treasured will go on with you."

-S.Reyes

Chameleon

You tree-dwelling lizard son of a bitch! You make people think you are the victim, and we are the abuser. Your long legs is as long as your fucking LIES. Your long curled tail resembles your crooked personality and distorted soul. You think you're pretty? Oh yes, you are. The prettiest fiend in the world wearing a mask that makes her more look GOOD. You think you can fool everyone with your sweet talks and pitiful voice? oh NO. You can't fool us. Even if you charmed everyone with your pleasant words; All I notice is your malformed face together with your cracked voice, bitch. I admire your ability to change color. You are a someone who is changeable and cheap. A person with a rapid personality shift, and a moron all in one package. You tell everyone your crappy fairytale that's full of lies. Yes, you could have your own Cinderella story but you're just the horse in your stupid fairytale. Go ahead and dream, for your fairytale is just an autobiography of a deadened person you'll always be. How dare you try to destroy our names; destroy us in front of the persons close to us. Our image may have been damaged, but you're still the truly broken. I congratulate you for pissing me off! You deserved this whole bullshit blog. Go destroy others' lives! I know you're trying to knock me down. This verbal assasination is for all my friends that you fooled, all my friends that you hurt, and for the friendship you broke for your selfish love. Go away, I wouldn't be less me if you're out of my life. Stay out of our LIVES.

-S.K.R.