My favorite story

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My favorite story was written by Spencer Jonshon M.D.. It was entitled “Who Moved My Cheese?”. i like this story because of how the story flows, and the characteristics of the characters in the story.

There were four characters in the story, the two mouse, Scurry and Sniff, and the two little people, Hem and Haw. There was a maze that they needed to go through. and every part of the maze has a cheese which is their food. for them to suvive, they need to get a cheese from the maze. But the maze has many difficult parts. Hem and Haw found the cheese station C. They get cheese from that cheese station to survive everyday. They both don’t know that Scurry and Sniff also found that cheese station. They both get cheese there everyday until one day, Hem and Haw found no cheese in that cheese station. Haw decided to find another cheese station even he was so afraid to lost again in the maze. Hem didn’t agree. He want to bing back their cheese from those who stole it. while Haw was looking for another cheese station, he found the cheese station N. Haw picked some pieces of cheese and immediately go back to Hem to convince him to leave the cheese station C and go with him in the cheese station N. In cheese station C, Hem didn’t agree on what Haw said to him. He said that he want his cheese gave back to them. Haw had nothing to but leave Hem. Haw gone back to the cheese station N. When he was there, He saw there Scurry and Sniff eating a lot of cheese. they invite Haw to join them. And that how’s the story end. If you want to read more about the story, just invite its website www.whomovedmycheese.com and read the story. that all and thank you for reading my blog.

The Death of “King of Pop”

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009), dubbed the “King of Pop“, was an American musician and one of the most commercially successful entertainers of all time. His unique contributions to music and dance, along with a highly publicized personal life, made him a prominent figure in popular culture for four decades.

He started a solo career in 1971, having made his debut in 1964 as a member of The Jackson 5. His 1982 album Thriller remains the best-selling album of all time, with four others — Off the Wall (1979), Bad (1987), Dangerous (1991), and HIStory (1995) — among the best selling. He popularized several physically complicated dance moves, such as the robot and the moonwalk. He is widely credited with having transformed the music video from a promotional tool into an art form, with videos for his songs “Billie Jean“, “Beat It” and “Thriller” making him the first African American artist to amass a strong crossover following on MTV.

Twice inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, his other achievements feature multiple Guinness World Records — including the “Most Successful Entertainer of All Time” — 13 Grammy Awards, 17 number one singles (including the four number ones with Jackson 5), and estimated sales of over 750 million records world-wide. He was also a notable philanthropist and humanitarian who donated and raised million of dollars through his own Heal the World Foundation, and support of 39 other charities.

Jackson’s personal life generated significant controversy. His changing appearance was noticed from the early 1980s, with changes to the shape of his nose and to the color of his skin drawing media publicity. He was accused in 1993 of child sexual abuse, although no charges were brought. He married twice, first in 1994 and again in 1996, and brought up three children, one born to a surrogate mother. In 2005, he was tried and acquitted of child molestation allegations.

While preparing for a 50 date concert in 2009, Jackson died at the age of 50 in Los Angeles, California, after suffering from cardiac arrest. His memorial service was broadcast live around the world

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My Underground River Adventure

It is April 2009 when my auntie decided to had her vacation with her friends here at Palawan. They planned to visit underground river, tour at city of Puerto Princesa and island hoppings.She asked me if I want to go with them and i said yes because i hadn’t seen yet the underground river. It is friday morning, 7:30, when we leave the house. While traveling, I feel so sleepy but I couldn’t sleep so Ihad nothing to do but to enjoy the beautiful views. It is almost 10:00am when we arrive at the Cabayugan, Sabang. We first take a rest for a while, then we rode a boat to go to the entrance of the underground river. But before we could enter to the real entrance of the cave, you will first saw the cottages. There we ate our lunch. Above our cottages, there were some monkeys and below, there were a two huge monitor lizard. After we eat our lunch, we proceed to the information table. My auntie fixed requiremnts that we needed to enter to the underground river. After that, we rode a boat. I felt afraid, excited, overjoyed and nervous. Inside it, I was so amazed! Our tour guide explain some of the rock formations. He said that all of the rock formations inside was made by nature! It was so wonderful. they took pictures while I just enjoy seeing the beautiful views. Inside the cave, I felt thet we were inside for a very long time. After that, we gone back to aplaya and we rest for a while. Then, we gone home. Upon traveling back home, we stop at the Buenavista and Salvacion Viewdeck. when we are already home, I immediately sleep because of tiredness.

MY UNLUCKY J.S. PROM ‘09

I was so excited to have my first Juniors & Seniors Promenade but my dream turned into a nightmare…

Feb. 13 2009, afternoon. I was about to prepare for our J.S. Prom but my mother was not yet home. It is almost pass 5pm but still she was not home. After a few minutes, she came. She helps me to prepare everything I need, make-ups, gown, my pouch bag, everything I need! Then after we had prepared, my father immediately fetch me to our venue worrying that I might be late. In Virginia hall, the program was about to start but my partner was still not there! When the program started, I just ask a classmate to escort me inside. When the bequeathal started, a waiter (trainee) accidentally spilled a glass of iced tea into me!! He didn’t even say sorry to me. Even though I feel sticky because of the iced tea, I just let that unlucky moment pass by. Then while dancing, I accidentally slipped at my gown and the designs were stripped-off. I got so irritated but I didn’t let my mood affect my dream J.S… Yes, I may be clumsy but not in that event. It must be one of my happiest moments in my life but it swiftly turned into a unlucky one. The next events in my J.S. prom were so hard for me to express. I don’t how to tell it. It just proved that my J.S. prom was a nightmare. Then after that I go home. When my father asks me if I enjoy, I just keep on saying that I really enjoy so they won’t ask me any other question about that J.S. prom. But the truth is I didn’t enjoy, it was a nightmare… I lied just to hide what I really feel. I do really hate it. Every time that somebody or something would make me to remember that event, my whole day gets ruined. I hope that I could erase that part of my memory.

WHEN I WAS A CHILD

When I was a child, I love doing crazy things like climbing trees, joining many activities inside and outside the school, going somewhere and many more. And all of that is without my parents’ permission. Yes, I’m so stubborn before and even now.
When I was a child, I can still recall when I really want to join the City Activity to be one of Mother Mary’s “angel” for the foundation day if the Immaculate Conception. My parents didn’t know that I join in that activity. When they found out that I’m already practicing for that event without their permission, they scolded me. Of course, I had nothing to do but to cry. I also remember when I was lost at the NCCC. That time, I was convincing my mother to buy me a new doll but she told me that I had a lot of it already. I get mad and I had gone to the Toys Section and get one. But when I return, she is not there anymore! Then I cried so loud that anyone could notice me and bring me to my mother. Then a security guard approach ma and bring me to my mother. Then my mother said “ang kulit mo talaga…” and also I remember when my cousins and I climb a mango tree. When they told me that my father was coming, I immediately go down but I accidentally slipped of my feet and fell down. As usual, I cried again. Instead of helping me, my father scolded me. I didn’t cry because of the pain, I cry because nobody helps me up. I knew it was my fault. I was so stubborn, naughty and clumsy when I was a child

“BATCH 2006-2010”

It is almost 4 years since I knew them. Many of them are my friends but there are only few that are close to me. We are the batch 2006-2010. There are so many trials that test our friendship, testes our trust and our situation in school. There are so many expectations in our batch that they didn’t get or see on us. They see us the one of the unsatisfactory batch. Maybe only few of us are good in academics and active but we respect everyone’s decision. We trust everyone and we don’t care if some of us are popular or active or rich or whatever. What important is the friendship in each and every one of us. As years goes by, we are lessen and lessen. Before. We are 60 in our batch but now we are only 51. This year is our last. We must spend our time wisely so no memories are soon would be regret. Of course I am one of the batch 06-10; I want to spent more time with them, so that more moments that I can treasure with them. That I once been with them. And I have good memories to recall, and that is being with my batch mates, school mates and friends

My favorite Poem

My name is Misty

My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy is so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can’t speak at all
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.

When I awake
I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home.

When my mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get
Just one whipping tonight.

Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.

I heard him curse
My name he calls,
I press my self
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it’s my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He’s already locked it
And I start to bowl
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

“I’m sorry!” I scream
But it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end

And he finally stops
And heads for the door.
While I lay motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty
I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

What kind of school I am studying now?

The Puerto Princesa City National Science High School, for me, is the coolest school I ever know. It is where I study now. Here in our School, the student, faculty and staffs are just less than 400. We have many school activities that bond us together. We’re so close in each and every year. We know them and they know us! As a senior students, they call us “ate’s and kuya’s” as a sign of respect. And about the learning style of the teachers, they are very strict, they teach us advance lessons, I mean compare to the other school. But despite of that, they are still friendly and humble to their students. We, the students, are so competitive, friendly and responsible. Well about the venue of our school, it is not as good as the other schools. You can locate it behind a hill. Our school ground are acidic that makes it color orange, but we often called it as “pulang lupa”. Sometimes, the other schools say that the students in City Science High are ‘taga-bundok” and they always telling us that our school is so ugly. But, I don’t care what they always telling us, what important to me is that I have a lot of friends, I learn more than them and I’m happy where I am studying now, the City Science High School.

I have no bestfriend,true friends only.

Four years ago, when i was still a first year, i was not that so close to everyone. I have my own company of friends. When i’m 2nd yr. some of my classmates was transferres to sec. A., so i have to find another company. When i’m 3rd yr., I finally found my true friends after 2 years of searching. I had gone together with others but i never feel comfortable. I feel that i’m not happy with them. Now that i’m 4th yr, i found that happiness and being comfortable with the g.e.r.l.s.p.l.a.n. Ihave 8 true friend and they were April, Psychemae, Rashiela, Michelle, Kimberly, Allyza, Rachel and Sheila. Now, our friendship gets stronger as we all together overcome all the challenges that blocks our and we keep on trusting on another to keep our friendship forever.
But if ever i would have a bestfriend, that would only possibly be God.

Blog, blogger, blogging

Thing i know about “blog” is that it is an action word of telling something or giving a comment of what you can say in a certain thing, place or event. You can express it anyway you want or you can use any terms you like(of course, bad words are not included). Then the “blogger” is the one who does the action. The one who comments about something he/she wants to tell about. Lastly, “blogging” is the actual action of doing the blog by the use of computer with internet. It depends on the blogger if it is formal, with specific information source or informal, based on the blogger’s experience only. Blogging about a certain place, thing or event may change our community,and big changes starts in a small things. For me, a simple blog, it might affect the whole world. The more beautiful your blog is, the more beautiful will be the affect in our community.