Dont Quit (Poem)

Don't Quit Poem
by anonymous

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must; but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow;
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit;
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

The Hazelnut Tree and the Prophet

I am no writer nor anybody claiming high knowledge and eloquence in writing in the English language, but I do believe that through this I would be better in expressing my own thoughts rather than simply speaking it out. And note, I'm not assuring that this entry be freed from grammatical errors because there is no revisions nor proofreads made upon this entry. And also, this story would be made metaphorical rather than straight-forward telling of the story so to keep the characters involved undisclosed.
The tree has long rooted deep in to the soil of bondage, years of rain, thunders, cyclone, and other calamities have passed through it but still it is living, but it is filled with scars as it reminisce it's past. The tree bears fruit before, a couple of hundred year ago, it was blossoming with the most fragrant of all the flowers around the grass filled area while it's fruit is so sweet that people who have tasted it never forgets the sweetness of the hazelnut that it bears, thus giving it the popularity and appreciating cost of it's fruit.

The tree shall never forget how he was molested by the selfishness of a farmer. The farmer was always able to soil and to water his hazelnut tree, and he never forgets just how important the tree was to him. The tree was deeply attached to the farmer, whose songs and lullabies in the morning gardening enchanted to it to dance with the sound. The tree grows bigger and bigger, the tree is indeed very strong, but is not yet able to satisfy the greed of the farmer. The farmer is awaiting for the time that the tree be so strong and be capable of producing more by diving the tree into smaller parts and to be grown again bigger trees. Here you might question why don't the farmer just plant another set of seedlings rather than wait and divide, but you must remember how special and luscious the fruit this tree bears, the incomparable sweetness and fragrance, the incomparable wealth it deals to the farmer.

The farmer's greed can no longer be contained. He went off his house and decided to chop off a part of it's trunk, not just a trunk but a lot of it's trunk. Tree was indeed crying deep in his roots of how he trusted his owner to till him and to care for him for more centuries to come and to treat him with more love and affection, he had believed the farmer as his friend, he have believed the farmer as the one who truly care, he had been bare to the farmer, but all his efforts went to no avail. The farmer's greedy thought was fulfilled, the trunks of the tree were cut, the tree is bleeding in pain of the excision of his part.

The tree realized his faith, he is to be just used by the farmer as a tool to wealth, a tool to fulfill his selfishness, a tool to realize his goal. The tree had cried for decades, his main trunk was no longer bearing fruit, it was no longer blossoming fragrant flowers, it no longer produces leaves that covers the kids during extreme hot weathers, it is no longer productive, it no longer knows his importance of his life. He now simply cries and cries and slowly it drained all the waters from its body, it was slowly degrading, it is slowly drying up, it now only cries and nothing more.

The tree then slowly through his self realization that there is no such thing as trust, nobody can be trusted, even the sweetest of the farmers who would water you everyday, even the birds who would sing to you early in the morning, not even the kids that you have helped just for them not be burned by the scorching sun. The tree now knows that he needs to live for himself, he no longer needs anybody, he is now a tree independent from the bondage of the soil, the soil is no longer filled with the attachment to his farmer, he now ask nothing but the guidance of the Lord.

The tree, upon it's realization of the impermanence and the falsity of relationship, was now approached by the Prophet. The Prophet is capable of seeing the true nature of the tree, but the tree is not able to understand the Prophet, the tree stands barely affront Prophet who can see his spirit down to its roots but then the tree does not know anything about the Prophet. The Prophet came to to tree in it's time just after him recovering from his past experiencing from the farmer, the Prophet slowly became a friend of the tree by being a frequent visitor of the tree, and the tree sharing his experiences during the day to the Prophet. But never did the Prophet tell anything to the tree, never told him about his experiences in life, his viewpoints in life, his ideals, and even personal matters.

The tree is then again lost in its world. The tree is just finished with the recovery from his pain dealt to him by the farmer, and he had realized not anymore to value and to trust a friend. But the tree can't resist the feeling of joy and happiness with the time spent with the Prophet, the tree can say anything that he feels, he can tell the Prophet just about anything without being conscious of their relationship.

But the tree just cannot decide, he is lost. The tree is again blossoming with wild fragrant flowers, the tree again is building his house of leaves, the tree is again bearing fruits. But the tree is still lost, he don't even know how close he is with the Prophet, the tree doesn't even know if the Prophet sees him as his friend or simply a companion during his dark hours, the tree don't know how the Prophet feels, but he doubts.

The doubt is not gone till the time that the Prophet would be able to tell the tree his true feeling about their relationship. But definitely, this time the tree have learned it's lessons, the tree knows the difficulty in deeply believing a person, the tree would protect himself but he knows his self protection might lead him to lost the Prophet. But the tree is lost, he needs to find his way out.

Now is the time for you readers to help the tree decide, should he believe once again, our just shield himself out of fear?

A student's Life (Grab Chain to! haha)

Grabbed from Japax who have grabbed this from Jason

Every New Semester:

After First Week:

After Second Week:

Before the Prelims:

During the Prelims:

After the Prelims:

Before the Final Exams:

Once You Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:

7 Days Before the Final Exam:

6 Days Before the Final Exam:

5 Days Before the Final Exam:

4 Days Before the Final Exam:

3 Days Before the Final Exam:

2 Days Before the Final Exam:

1 Day Before the Final Exam:

The Night Before the Final Exam:

1 Hour Before the Final Exam:

During the Final Exam:

Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:

After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:

Sarbey

Instructions:

* Next to each number, write the name of the person who fits the description.
* Answer one question with one name.
* Don't reveal the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme. Those who want to know what the questions are must do the meme on their own blogs, on pain of wrath from the meme gods.

1. Thadi
2. Clarisse, not the one in a2 :P
3. Dean Cruz, para dumali ang mga test
4. Michelle sa scout
5. Prof. Ireneo! haha
6. kov
7. Lenard
8. Eze
9. Eze/Dongs
10. Star/Cab scout officers, wahaha
11. faye? haha
12. Jannelyn?
13. Thadi
14. Brian Nicole? wahaha
15. si Pooh! haha
16. Sir Sam, wahaha
17. Camille Ang
18. Sino nga ba? haha
19. Obama
20. Lanie! haha
21. Di ko alam to? haha
22. Di ko rin alam to...
23. Sir Willie
24. Lakas naman ng loob nun! baka sya unahin ko! haha
25. Ella! haha
26. Haha, ala akong talent dito! magnet ako, wahaha
27. Crystal
28. Marvinson! haha, peace
29. My future girl friend
30. Happy Chinese New year! haha

Happy Chinese New Year!

Medicine vs. Accountancy

I feel really shitty everytime my parents would compare me to my brother.

My parents always believe that medicine is the king of the hill and all the programs below it are inferior courses that should not be given any consideration nor acceptance for being a difficult subject. In their mind, medicine is all encompassing science, nothing is greater than the study of medicine. Anything that is not concerned with medicine for them should not be considered as something to be taken seriously, in their minds if you are not taking up medicine then you should no longer work hard, rather just contribute to your housework first before you go to study.

And that's my case, being an accountancy student in a house where prejudism reigns is being maltreated to the end of your wits. Even while taking your preliminary or final examinations, you should still work hours of office work in our family business before they would allow you to start studying for your exams. Excusing yourself of the work is always denied, for they think that an accountancy program is a easy program which only requires simple addition and subtraction, for them accountancy is a course without importance with their comparison of the whole accountancy program to a single 3 unit subject in a medical degree.

Discriminated is what I can say. And also, I would like to note that the course itself is they who introduce me into, and not myself liking the program. I have chosen during my high school life to take up my degree in Chinese medicine in China, but it was them whom after I passed the entrance exam for the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine changed their minds because of the divination in a buddhist temple.

Although I will accept the fact that even at first, accountancy was never at my liking, but slowly I am able to adapt to it. But take still the fact, how at the beginning they praise the importance of accountancy, and yet now they would refuse all the time I need to use to review my subjects and even to rest my mind after the week-long strenous exam.

I hold no grudge against their decision of having me studying accountancy, but I would just like them to know that accountancy and medicine have their own difficulty, but none of which must be contrasted as an inferior and a superior. If I just have the right to speak to them how I would feel through this 2 years that have passed, but that would never be, I believe that they should understand how their cruel prison type of training is transforming me into a anti-social and passive person.

I am not writing this in an attempt to condemn them, but rather, I would like to praise them for their efforts in boosting the morale of others, but slowly degrading me.

A house is not a home. And I believe that I am not living in a home, but rather a house whose only nature is for me to work and to work and to work, no space for studying. Our house is not a place for non-medical students to study, it is a torture chamber for me. A house that feeds you but do not understand you, a house that needs you but don't appreciate you, a house where they care for you but to work for them, a house that teaches you but won't allow you to learn, a house whose strict rules is degrading it's own members, a house where education is not important, a house where child has ears but no mouth.

Again, I would like to emphasize that I don't hold any grudge against the family members, nor the house, but is just expressing the sentiments and the experiences of a non-medical student.