love: act of will and not of the heart

Love is an act of both the will and the heart. Without the two, love will not exist, it will not be felt. Have you ever been so in love? If you do and you say that love is an act only of the will, did not your heart also beat? The actions of both the will and the heart brings love into existence. The heart of a loving person alone will not bring a happy love, meaning there is no will, and at the same time the will of a loving person alone will not bring in a joyful love if there is no action from the heart. Like mathematical functions, love is the function of both the will and the heart. There is no love if there will be no action of the will or the action of the heart. If ever you had been so in love, then you will find out that it is your will that you let your heart palpitate, and it is the palpitation of the heart that let your will decide. Think about this when you fall in love. Let your heart and your will act at the same time and you will have the love that all couple seeks for. The happiness of a love lies on the actions a lover takes. Give your heart to someone while at the same time letting the hands and mind of your will do their job. With these a couple will be assured of a lifelong romance. Love with your heart and with your will.

cyberfair

For the last few months two of my classmates and I had been conducting an extensive research about three of the religious sites found in Cebu. These three are Basilica Minore del Sto. Niño, Magellan’s Cross, and Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral. The research was for the school’s entry to the cyberfair: a web-making contest joined by numerous schools from numerous countries in the world. Last year our school submitted an entry to the same contest and that entry won an award. Now we, the fourth year students of the school, were divided into several groups each having assigned topics to be researched. Then I and two classmates were assigned to the said religious sites. We had an extensive research. We wrote a letter addressing the rector of the Basilica Church and was not heeded to take pictures of the church. So we went to the museum and bought postcards and brought brochures about the museum. We wrote many articles about the church, had them edited many times before we finally submitted them as final. We also wrote articles about the Magellan's Cross, telling the past history of the site and some facts about it. The Magellan's Cross had a very colorful history. This cross was given by the Portuguese explorer, the first person to circumnavigate the Earth, Ferdinand Magellan. We were free to take pictures of the site, so we took many pictures and submit them with the articles. We also wrote articles about the old Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral. The church was apparently aged, the cracks on its walls will prove this. Nevertheless, it stayed as one of the most religious sites in the province of Cebu. Many people come here to worship. We took pictures of the church and submit them with the articles. Those were the things we did for our cyberfair project. We surpassed the obstacles that confronted us-- the pressure, the money,etc. I can say that January and February had been busy months for us.

how I want to be remembered after I leave high school

One thing blossoms in my mind so readily that I turned quiet and solemn for a long span pondering over this thing. What if someone would whisper my name years after I would leave this memorable chapter of my life? What would the imagination of the speaker be while going on through my memory? Of course I would really want it to lie on the positiveness. I want to be remembered as a good, hgalf-serious and half-comical boy when the time comes that I would go on turning on the next page of the book of my life. Like a leaf, after falling down and after lying flat on the cold, earthy ground, I would want anyone to say: how nice that little leaf falls down! I would want anyone to remember me as who I really am: a boy that once led a life interacting with people from all walks of life, a boy who once dreamt of standing in the center for honor, but failed many times and stood up in perseverance. When I first came here to begin a journey for myself, I brought with me stones in my pocket. I did not know what those stones were for, I just brought them. The journey was a long way off. From this journey I met different people whom I befriended with a mighty affinity. As we moved on, I did not realized taht as was spending my time with these friends, the stones from my pocket were dropping gradually. These stones were, I found out, the memories that I had to leave on the road of my journey. Now I want those who would find those stones see them as colored beads--comely and brilliant. I want anyone to handle my memory as if it was the most brittle and the most fragile memory that they had handled. That is how I want to be remembered after I leave high school.