I AM MIKKY BOY :D
my Biography
I am Michael S. Belmonte.I was born at Novaliches, Quezon City on December 10, 1988. My parents Mildred Belmonte and David Lim were both young and are still studying in college when they had me so my maternal grandparent was the one who raised me. When both my parents decided that they were not meant for each other and have found another partner in life, my maternal grandparent resolved to take care of me since they have grown so very fond of me. My grandparents and my two single aunts that time took turns in taking care of me. They have been my guide and protector. They have ensured that I will grow up to become a good and loving person. My mom has also been a part of my growing up years because she and my siblings would come to our house often to be with us on weekends and special occasions. We are a very close-knit family and I was very well loved by them that though I don’t have a complete set of parents I never felt bereft of the love and affection coming from my aunts, uncle, uncle-in-law, step father, brothers and sisters.
During my primary education I studied at Holy Child Academy in Novaliches. When my Tita Carol got married and lived in Manila with her husband I stayed with them and studied at Holy Child Academy at Tondo, Manila up to Fifth Grade in Elementary. I graduated from Elementary on year 1992 at Jesus is Lord Academy in Bocaue, Bulacan when my Tita Carol was assigned there as Area Sales Representative of Northern Luzon for an international drug company.
During my teenage year my mom and my aunt have decided that it’s best for me that I will stay with my Maternal Uncle at Zambales to instill some disciple because I was becoming a bit hard to handle. I think it was due to the bad influence of my friends that I am hanging with and subconsciously maybe I want to see my biological father which I haven’t seen since I was still a baby. I stayed in Zambales for a year. After a year they have missed me in Manila so they decided that I return again to Manila to live again with my Tita Carol in Tondo. So I studied again at Holy Child Academy during my Second and Third year in High School. During that time I was again back to my hard headed life so I was again deported to San Narciso in Zambales. Even though I was into lots of naughty incidents during my Fourth Year in High School in Magsaysay Memorial College I was able to graduate on that year 2006 thus making my siblings so happy and thankful.
The next paragraph will be dedicated to my tertiary level of education. I was not able to enroll immediately in college due to lack of funds. That was the time when businesses started to go down in the country and my parent was one of those affected. Having four other children who are all studying in private schools my parent was not able to support all of us and decided that I could give way to my younger brothers and sister to finish also in High School. After a year of rest I enrolled at TESDA on year 2008 taking up two consecutive courses for 3 months each. I took up Consumer Electronics and then Personal Computer Operations. After finishing the course I started to work as a waiter at the Restaurant of a friend of my mom. When the restaurant closed I worked as a sales assistant at SM Hypermart at North EDSA. It was in April 2009 when my family and I attended the 60th Birthday party of my grandaunt that I met my mom’s first cousin Tita Itchel a flight stewardess of an international airlines. When she learned that I was not studying she volunteered to finance my studies the reason why I was able to study here at St. Louis University taking up Bachelor of Science in Information Technology. With my Tita Itchel’s help and the support of my tita and mom I am now in my Third Year.
Currently I am trying very hard to accomplish my entire task here in school because I really like to finish this course not only in consideration to the people who are helping me but also for my self. I’ve realized that being able to finish a degree is very important for me so that I can have a very good future. I really would like to become successful in whatever career that I will choose upon graduation. I would like to prove to my love ones who supported me through out my life that they didn’t fail in their hope for me and they have done a great job in guiding me, That I have become a better person because of them.
I am also very much inspired nowadays because my lifelong wish was fulfilled. Last June of this year I was able to meet my biological father when he came home for a vacation from abroad. We were able to talk and fill up the lost times. I was so happy that my life is now complete I could not wish for anything more except to be able to finish my study and become a successful businessman like my paternal grandfather. Lastly, I thank God for giving me a very loving family who established my strong faith in God and I pray for His continuous guidance that He may give me the strength to accomplish everything according to His holy will.
Reaction for mr.Tuko
My reaction to the play mr. Tuko. I am so amazed to the character especially to the students who’s always intriguing mr.Tuko’s private life that he’s a waiter at night as a side line. And they were questioning mr. Tuko about the daily lesson that he’s teaching every day. Because they say that the lesson is older than their brother during they were mr. Tuko’s student. I was also enjoyed the character of mr. Tuko because he’s so perfectionist specially to the proper pronunciation of the words that the students are saying. Beside his strict and high temper personality his student always teasing him and at the end they were always looser and problematic after mr. Tuko punished them. To the people who play the character at the play I am also admire them because of their very good and artistic on their roles. And they were so funny. Because of that remember my childhood moments during my elementary. All in all if the group will make a presentation again I will watch it again because I really enjoyed it a lot.
My favorite Character
I like Mr. bean.
Because he’s so helpless. He has such a good heart, it’s just adorable when everything goes wrong for him. I love his little insane quirks.
point of view
The point of view affects how the reader sees the story. If it came from the point of view of a different character in the book, the story would be completely different, because everyone has differing opinions on everything.
well the different points of views are suppose to bring you into a short story in different ways… so like say there was a line “I walked up to the gravestone, and before I could even see it, I knew what it was. A dead body.
Or “She walked by the gravestone. She had to think before she walked up to it, but when she got there, she knew what it was. A dead body.
See the difference? Like with 1st person you can feel the character more. With 3rd it takes a harder time to be able to feel the character more but it is durable…
Story: Destination - Heaven or Hell (you should read before you die)
Is there such a thing as a literal heaven or a literal hell? I don’t know. But I can share a couple of stories with you that will assist you in drawing your own conclusions. The first one will be about heaven, and my visit there. The second story will be about hell, and a very interesting story I heard about, which to me goes to the heart of what hell probably is. One night I was dreaming that I was in a sword fight, and my brother Roberto and I were dueling against three strangers. I killed one (yes, I said kill; on rare occasions, I still kill people in my dreams). The second one ran away and my brother was fighting the third one. As the second one ran away, I went to assist my brother. As I swung at my brother’s attacker, he ducked, and I slit my brother’s throat. It was definitely a deadly blow and I was devastated that I had just ended my brother’s life. As our third enemy ran away, I fell to my knees in sorrow, and my brother, lying in a pool of blood, could only look up at me. On my knees, I could tell that he wanted to communicate something to me, but his wound and lack of strength did not allow him to speak. Finally, gathering the last of his strength, he somehow found the energy to speak. He looked up at me and said, “I forgive you.” I cried in terrible anguish as my brother lay dying from his wound. Suddenly, I became lucid enough to remember one of my favorite lessons from “A Course in Miracles,” “There is No Order of Difficulties in Miracles.” As I remembered the lesson and my training in Reiki (energy healing), I put my hands over the wound. I told myself, and believed with all my heart, that there was no order of difficulty in miracles. So I asked God for the power to heal the wound. Right after my request, I felt a surge of energy that felt as if two bowling balls of light passed through my arms and out of my hands onto my brother’s neck. After an instant, I looked down and my brother was completely healed. I became so grateful that God allowed my brother to live that I started to praise and thank Him. I was so ecstatic to have my brother back that I simply could not stop praising God. I praised God like I’ve never praised him before. As the praising continued, I heard a voice in the distance. As I continued to thank God, the voice became more pronounced. It was saying, “Hallelujah.” But it was not just saying “Hallelujah,” it was singing “Hallelujah,” and in the most beautiful voice imaginable. Try to recall the most beautiful individual performance you have ever heard and multiply it a thousand times. I continued to thank God for my brother’s life, and as I did, the voice singing “Hallelujah” became more pronounced and more beautiful. Yet by now, it was not one angel singing but ten, and that chorus was better than any church choir I had ever heard. My thanking God merged with the chorus of angels praising God but now it sounded not like a ten-angel chorus, but one hundred angels singing Hallelujah, in praise to God. They kept singing that one simple word over and over, in praise to God. I began to join with them in my praise to God and I began to sing with them. I then realized that it was not hundreds or thousands of angels singing “Hallelujah,” but millions of angels singing “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!” And I knew that these angels sang in eternity, and I had joined them, for a moment in time. The joy in praising God was so great that I felt extreme gratitude for just being able to be thankful. After a while, there came a point when my ego began to wonder if I would ever come back. As a result of that fear, in a moment’s time, that thought brought me back to Earth and back into my body. As I look back, I wish I had stayed longer praising God, but I understand that I had work to do regarding fear-based thoughts. Nevertheless, I was and am very grateful for the experience. I later read that some believe that God is surrounded by a group of angels who praise Him constantly. That belief sounded a little foreign to me until that night. I mean, how could an angel praise God for eternity and not get tired or bored? Today, I truly believe that there is such a place, and that for a moment in time I had the honor and pleasure of being part of that place. Now, is this the place they call Heaven? I don’t know, but I do know that I was somewhere very special, somewhere very close to the source.
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God’s love - my own myth
once upon a time there was a young mortal who hesitating about God’s power and if the God’s realy exist and the true creator.the rumors heard by an owl, the owl is the messenger of the God’s the owl flew and go to zues and tell about the news. the mortals are betraying the God. the young mortal deside to go to Delphi and ask what will happen to the feauture. oracle of delphi saw that there was a bad things that will happen. a snake headed beast will come and will destroy all the living creations. the young mortal was shoked fer what he heard he pray to the God’s and ask for their help and the day comes the snake headed beast comes(Medusa). she destroy all the properties and the shelter of the mortal. zeus ignores what happened, but the mortal are begging for the help of Gods. But zeus Cant take it anymore, the love for the mortal became more important to him he ignore the sin of the morta.he called pegasus and they go to atlas. and ask where’s medusa’s hideout and zeus goes to medusa and hit her with the lightning bolt, medusa was defeated. the young mortal was very happy and thaankfull to the God’s speacially to zeus. the young mortal buried medusa’s corpes and put a bundle of sunflower as a mark.
My Poem
I love you but i nees to go
i love you couse i need you so
i hope you know
because it always grow
when time you go
please remember my love will never go
it is always inside i will miss you so
my love will always flow
i remember the da that you were there
we reminisce the hours when we are free
wvery minute im always here
but for only a second you lost and free
my haiku
Strolling with the dark
Woefull and cheerless alone
Waiting for someone
I’m howling her name
And my heart quietly cries
I madly love her
