Jeliza

Time flies so fast...A tribute to my highshool friends

by Jeliza Rojo Beciera (Notes) on Sunday, February 21, 2010 at 1:54am

Nearing 9 years after graduating from highschool I realized a lot of things about myself, my experiences and about my highschool life.

If I remember how childish I was in highschool, I would always laugh at myself.Maybe because I find those acts funny. I apologize if I hurt others before,but I was too young then to realize that I should never have done those things. I am embarrased everytime you guys would recall how I was during CAT days.The positive thing about what happened when I get to recall those past experiences and acts is that I no longer want to exhibit the same behavior(lol) today. That is one good thing I realize from those experiences. All the mistakes committed taught me to change for my own betterment. I may not be able to draw back time and change the course of events ,but at least I made someting in the present to change the things I want for the future.

Until now if others would ask me which part of my life I consider as one of the best, I always answer with pride that it was the part when I was in HIGHSCHOOL. It was the time when I get to meet REAL friends who until now stand beside me through thick and thin. Friends who taught me with their experiences how to battle and struggle to succeed in life. I may have less encounter with them ,but they never realize that I try my best to get updates about what's happening to them.

Others may have good experiences and was able to walk on a smooth road ,but I admire the most those who struggle to reach the place where they are right now even if the road that they took was rough and they had a hard time walking through it. I SALUTE you guys.

You just don't know how proud I am to be a part of CHMSC Batch 2002 because of you guys.Have a happy and fulfilling life my dear batchmates. We are blessed because we were able to get to know each other and be a part of each other's lives. Thank you to all of you.

by: Jeliza Rojo Beciera

11:49 p.m. (Kazakhstan time)

Kyzylorda, Qyzylorda, Kazakhstan

I WROTE THIS ON MY FACEBOOK LAST AUGUST 24,2010 at 2:13 a.m.

This event happened 4 years ago. Days before my college graduation, my family went through an experience which I thought would make us a broken family.

My father whose works would usually involve transferring from one place to another was so weak that he wasn't able to fight temptations. My mother was devastated and couldn't think so well because she lost her self-esteem and worth as a woman. When I saw this happening to my parents, I couldn't help thinking if my marriage lifein the future will be same with what's happening to them. Right in front of my eyes I can see that trust to each other was lost even to the point that respect is no longer being observed. Can you imagine how frightened I was seeing two important people in my life losing their trust and respect to each other?

The only thing that marks in my mind about that event was when I had a talk with my father. I really made sure that he can see how I rebel and makes him realize that I don't deserve what he has done to our family. I was really hit when he asked the question, " Barb, nadumduman mo sa isa ka semana kung kapila ka mka txt sa akon para kamustahon ko?"Kabalo ka nak kabudlay bala kung ang obra ara sa layo. Budlay pero kinanglan ko magsakripisyo para mahatag tanan sa inyo sang manghod mo. Di bah nangin responsable man ko na tatay sa inyo? (Barb, can you remember how many times in a week do you usually sent me sms asking me how am I in my work. You know what "nak" it's so difficult to work in a far place. Difficult ,but I have to make sacrifices so that I can provide for you and your sister.You see I tried to be a responsible father.)

Indeed my father is a responsible one. He may have hurt us because he wasn't able to fight temptations ,but he is a father and a husband who longs for affection from his family.

I opened my heart and I really tried to listen to him. Even my mother realized a lot of things and was able to give reasons to what was happening to our family during that time.

My father is an imperfect man. He may have flaws ,but one thing I am sure is no matter what happens he is and will always be my father. I am and will always be his daughter. I didn't close my heart and let hate overpower me. If I am going to recall, my father have made a lot of things to me which I give little appreciation.

Now, I realize that I still have a lot of time to make it up to him and to my mother. Thank you lord for giving me an imperfct father who makes everything so perfect.

I love you tatay and nanay!I miss you!

As I meet people from different walks of life,I learn from the experiences. I keep noticing those who would always complain. Not that I don't complain, but these people make it a habit. As we battle in the cycle of life, it is inevitable that we are faced by challenges. These challenges test our character as a person for ourselves and for others.

When we are given a task we complain on how heavy it is or how stressful it is for us to perform it ,even if we haven't started it yet. We will only be motivated to do it if at the end we will receive praises and acknowledgment from other people. I agree and I will not be a hypocrite to admit that these are not important recognitions to have after a specific work has been done. I keep on asking myself if this is the only thing that matters when a person works?

I have heard those who always complain because they are having stress doing something. If it is just a little thing and you believe it gives you stress then don't do it. Who forces you to do it? Stress from doing works creates problem to yourself and to others. It is much better that when you do a specific task you do it wholeheartedly.Anyway, you will not die if you can't accomplish it.It's a matter of physical and mental management. The moment you see work and your mind tells you it's heavy then it will be. If nobody forces you to do it and you think no praises will follow then don't do it.That's a simple life rule to follow.

At the end of this all, it helps me realize that accomplishment in doing something does not end by receiving praises and acknowledgment. The ultimate purpose of work is for us to realize how we become a person  willing to do extraordinary things for ourselves and for others.

The meaning of work is not at the end, it is the process that we undergo and the lessons we learn as we try to accomplish a task. Do it wholeheartedly for intrinsic rewards will be achieved.

I commend those who work and give the true meaning of work as they perform it.

This will be a reminder to myself.

by: Jeliza R. Beciera

Kyzylorda, Kazakhstan

October 11,2010

10:00 p.m. KZ time