About Me

Autobiography: Johnnedel Medriano

Hi my name is Johnnedel Medriano, and I am the Author of Knowledge Tagger!, My friends call me " Sam " and some real close to me calls me " L.Pius "  - That's my nickname before way back in high school.
I created Knowledge Tagger to share my personal Perspective about a lot of things, my personal life, Education, work, relationship, leisure and etc.
There are a lot of things in our lives that are interesting and is worth remembering! Some of them are painful, some are very nice that you can never forget them, I created Knowledge Tagger to serve as a guide, informant, and an inspiration. I always had the thought in my mind that I wanted to help, give help to those in need, Just like my Idol. Fr. Aloysius Schwartz who gave up everything he have to be with those who really needs him in their lives, us! the poor!.
I know I can't be like him but all I know is that in every single minute in our lives, there has to be something that you can do to aid people, every little things mean to all of us because we are all but a big community.
I didn't come this way all in success, I experienced a lot of problems in my life, turmoil that are so hard to forget, This is my life.I happened to be born on June 11, 1992 amidst a complete and a happy family though years after these things will completely change.
My mom and dad broke up when I was four (4 ) and haven't had any contacts since then, I was left to the care of my aunt who devoutly assisted me and did everything for me, she was so kind to me that I up til now don't know how could I ever thank her for being so kind and understanding to me.A few years later when I was 6, my mom took me away from my aunt, and raised me up for elementary years, I didn't regret though I missed the care my aunt used to give me because my mom is such a caring mom to me, I was really glad I am with my real mother because the thought of me not having my dad made me completely sad abandoned.My mom and I had lived happily, my mom at that time was still very young to act completely as a mother, and happened to meet the guy that I thought would act as a father to me, I was wrong! He definitely is not the right one.They started dating and the guy always come to our house, every time he is at home I felt so annoyed and I hated the thought that my mom is with that guy all these time, Did she really completely forgotten about dad??? Nobody knows except her. Later on, I could do nothing but to accept the guy, my mom didn't forced me to call him my dad though for which made me have the sense of pride over not calling him the way he wanted me too. At least I can still categorized myself as a free man.Years passed, my mom and the " guy " lived together. I am now used to call him " uncle " out of respect, though I don't feel like saying the word but I have no option, well initially he is nice, he always bring me as a company at work, we are just poor and so as he. He used to work with a friend of him who owns a scrap shop in our place, basically they are buying scrap materials found in the garbage, we lived in a dump site area, you can say whatever you wanted to say but hell yeah! we lived in a dump site area where all the garbage all over Cebu is being dumped, smelly, full of flies and everything that you can ever imagine is in that place. He did pretty good in his job that makes him have the job longer than any other employees in the company.
I was 5 at that time, he brings me wherever he goes attempting probably to make me close to him which actually happened.I reached 6 years old and I have to get to school already, I am a jolly little boy at that time and as a grade school student I am expected to be very naughty but I was not. I am very behave - ( Not bragging about it, but certainly that is the truth ) I started studying then, I was very polite and obedient to whatever my mom used to asked me. I don't ask for any allowance for school because I know how hard it is to have money, I understand at that young age of mind how my mom suffered from not having enough money for us all. I was very active at school but very slow when it comes to games. I don't do games that much I enjoyed watching my friends play, but playing with them?? hell no! I don't like games, I love observing. I am very observant.

One day I was watching some of my friends playing games at the back of the school, they enjoyed the game a lot. I am again just watching them play, sitting in a chair have impaired in a corner, it had lost one of its legs that support the body of the chair. I was sitting in that chair along with some  company, two of my friends were sitting in the arm of the chair, thanks to them the chair stay in balance, after when one of them out of curiosity ran away from the chair and went straight running without even warning us of the danger that her leaving the chair behind might cost, So as expected the chair fell down to the ground with me buried under, my left arm had supported my body so it wasn't hurt, but my arm was. I got up and found out my right arm to be completely swollen. It was too painful but I can do nothing about it, I just cried and endured the pain.I went home that day with my grade one elementary teacher assisting me while I am trying to bear the unbearable pain that I am experiencing because of the broken arm, I can't go to school anymore, I said to my self, but my teacher assured me that she is going to work on it and as long as I keep myself okay then she will let me back to school as soon as I get healed.
Sooner after what happened my mom and uncle always have some troubles at home for no clear reason. My uncle decided to leave home and just return to his homeland in Southern Leyte, (( My mom at that time was pregnant of their first baby boy ) I was very concern, and think very advance. I presume that me and mom would surely have a real hard time if the baby is already on its way if my uncle would leave her alone, she can't work and nobody can aid us so that left us both unaided and in great trouble, so I stopped him to the best I can, gladly my uncle listened and decided not to go to Leyte anymore ( but this act was one of the acts that I regretted a lot in my whole entire life ).Several weeks after I am already healed, my arms is already functioning real well and it is no longer painful which means I can already start going back to school. I went back to school almost at the end of the school year and thanks to my brilliant mind even though I had skipped 2 periodical exams but still I was able to make it to the honor roles, though to no avail because I wasn't able to get my medal because of the fact that my mom didn't believe me that I became an honor student, It was very painful to me but I believed her and understands that she is just trying to save her time for work.
I was very clueless at that time of what is going to happen in the next couple of months.

Lately after graduation, my step father's attitude gradually changed, he kept on drinking alcoholic drinks and kept on hurting me. I can't stop him because I am as defenseless as a caterpillar trying hard to crawl in a very small stem. I just tried to bear all the abuse and beatings that I received each day. He always find ways to find fault on me so he can scold me and beat me up. I stay calmed and obedient and still followed any and all of his demands from me. I never disobeyed even one of his orders because all I know, I have to be obedient.
This things continued all throughout the years of my existence with him in the house. At times that I am on my way to school, he always pinch me in the side to incur pain over me, punch me in the belly without any mercy, not even enough that the is not providing me any allowance for me to keep myself from being hungry at school. I envied most of my classmates who are enjoying their foods during recess time.
they fill their fat belly up to the most while I am before just sitting in the corner and eat nothing, but I didn't mind that because for all I know that a person who suffers a lot will gain merits in the near future. You call me religious I am not I just believe in God. At some point in my life when I am so sad, I always talk to Him, asking his divine providence so as for me to be guided on what is the right thing to do and what is not, I kept my hunger and  pain inside me, I kept a smile on my lips to show to those people around me that I am not jealous over the grace that they have while I am left in a corner alone, empty-handed and sad. I wished all those years that hopefully someone will come to my aid and aid me with my problems, someone who the hell know will come and take me away from that very painful experience. No one came to my rescue! I was left in the merciless hands of my step-father who kept on punishing me without much valid reasons, I didn't enjoy much of my childhood days because of the fact that I am not that free to play games, I wasn't allowed to enjoy some activities that every child in the neighborhood enjoyed at that time, they fly kites, play hide and seek, play a lot of games indoors and outdoors while I am there at home left to clean the house, wash all the dishes, feed the pigs, clean the pig cage, wash my clothes at the age of 7, fetch water and fill a very big drum for the days activities. I do enjoy working but from time to time that I am at home doing some home chores, my uncle keeps on asking me to do one job after another and if I can't follow them all, he beats me cruelly. He does this from time to time and it keeps coming into my mind at night as I go to bed. I wondered if someone could come to my aid to aid me and help me out yet really no one came. Well probably God has some plans for me? Only heaven knows.
There are a lot of things that he did to me for which I don't know if you would feel that I am dirty? Hell I care. It is my uncle's cruelty that incur me those pains. There was a time when I got wounded, As a child and a diabetic child like me, a wound is a very big problem, It get's infected easily and it is really hard to cure. I am too afraid at that time to clean my wounds because it is very painful, He wanted me to clean my wounds but I am too scared to do it, ( what can you imagine of a child who is going to clean his very painful wound? ) So what he usually do is he will clean it himself, there will be a lot of blows to my face before the cleaning for my MISBEHAVIOUR --that is according to him. There was one time that to satisfy his anger over me, he took a spoon, scoop the blood and the oil in my wound and feed them to me. eewww!!!! right? but yeah! he did that to me. You think I am worthy of such treatment? I believe not. I am just a kid. I don't deserve such a punishment from a person I am not even blood related. God forbid that will ever happen to someone else.
Aside from that there was also one time that I played marbles, you familiar with that? Marble game? I am very fond of that before, but as I mentioned to you, I was not allowed to play games before because I have a lot of house chores to do at home.
One day, He rushed into my neighborhoods house and saw me there playing those marbles, he picked up all the marbles and grab them all, placed them inside a casserole, placed some waters on it and cook them, after it had boiled, he get the " Marble Soup " and placed them in a platter right in front of me and asked me to eat it. I was so scared so I did followed his command. I choked because of that but he didn't care. Hell why would he care? I am not his son, and the fact is he don't even care whatever it is that will happen to me. He just wanted to punish me all over and over.
There was also one time when I was playing some spiders - You know that game right? Spider fight?, Yeah same as with the marbles I enjoyed them too but as with the marbles, he get the spiders and made me ate them. It was so gross. I totally hated the taste of it. I can't even imagine now If that thing will ever happen to me again, I'd surely kill someone.
My sufferings didn't end there. There was one time that his son wanted to eat because he was so hungry, at that time I was so hungry too but he wanted me to let the boy eat first and then me later, I can no longer control myself because I am damn hungry at that time, So I ate along with the boy,  He saw me eating already which made him so furious, he grab a the windows supporter, it is a thick piece of wood about half an inch thick and immediately the stick hit my back, in the first blow it broke into two which made him unable to hit me twice but after that blow I can hardly move, It immobilized me for a minute or two. It was very painful as if my backbone cracks that I thought that would paralyze me.
As I've mentioned in the past, He don't give me allowance for school which made me very hungry most of the times at school. It was very unbearable. There was one time, Yeah it was my fault but it was their fault too. I took money from them it was about a thousand and I used them all to buy me some stuffs that I had longed to have as a child like toys and some snacks of course, Primarily I needed to get it because I am always hungry at school. I got caught and was punished SEVERELY. It was the most shameful punishment I ever received from him. He took all my clothes off, positioned me outside the house, he grab a table so that I would be raised from the ground, made me get into that table, he placed some salt on the table and asked me to kneel on them, then he made me open my arms as If I am being crucified while I am kneeling there - NAKED. with all my friends and neighbours eyes on me. I can hear them laugh at me, mock me, I felt so embarrassed as if my whole identity is ruined and that I am no longer worthy of even a single respect. My whole body is being placed in public which is totally a disgrace.
I kept telling myself that it'll all passed by, I kept that thought within me and keep telling myself that it'll all be okay. I would be fine. Soon.
Also, not to brag about it but I am an achievers, I always wanted to be on top of something. I am an honor student. I became top of my class when I was in grade 2. but to my disappointment nobody came during graduation not even my mom. I was so happy at that time supposedly but it turns out spoiled, no one assisted me on the graduation day. also in grade 3 I still am on top of the list but still nobody assisted me during graduation --- only my school teacher. It is very sad when the principal called my name, Telling everyone in the assembly that I am the one on top of my class, yet sadness followed as I started my way up to the stage bring only myself and after getting the medal, I immediately go down the stage with tears all over my face. I hate everyone in the world that time. I hate all of them.
One day, We went to the house of one of my aunt, she is with a company their - a Lesbian. Later at night the following day as we went home, my aunt called my mom and asked her if she'd known someone who could have stolen her friends money - Php. 500.00. I swear to God I didn't do it. My mom has a look in her eyes, A look that no one would ever wanted to see in the eyes of their mom, but now I am seeing it to the person I so trusted with my whole life. I explained it to her real hard but she won't believe me. I was so dismayed and asked her. " mom, we had been together so long, these days we were always together, don't you trust me anymore? " ---- her response were so stunning. " I DON'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE " She means it? that is the question that raises to my mind. I started walking continuously. Those words were encrypted in my mind up to date that I am writing this story of mine. I can't forget it no matter what happens.
I graduated elementary with a lot of pain, I've decided to study in a private sectarian school named " The Sisters of Mary School Boystown " in Minglanilla. I stayed there for a 4 years without paying anything. I am a scholar  there and I enjoyed it a lot because it It is the first time that I felt I am free. I wished to elaborate more on my high school experience but I believed it is no longer that necessary because all I can say is that my highschool life is the best.
There is one thing that I wanted to share in my highschool life, something really memorable to me. My first love.
I was third year at that time and I am a member of one of the coolest group in Boystown - The Rondalla. It was way back February 20-21 2009. I am with a group of boys who were assign to play in a program in Laray Talisay City. Yet I wasn't able to be there because my superior asked me to come to the USJR Vocation Jamboree which will be held on the night of Feb. 20 2012. I decided to follow my  supervisor and I went to the Jamboree that night. We came their first, and we were expecting the Girls from the Girlstown campus. Later that night around 7pm they finally came and  mixed with the group. I seated beside Jeeb, a girlstown helping sister. She talked to me and asked for my name, we talked for a little while and stopped. I focused myself to the speaker in front of us. It so happened that one of the girls just beside Jeeb were there too, this time my attention was caught, I don't know for what reason but all I knew is after a couple of minutes we are already sitting beside each other and talking about our personal life experiences. I enjoyed talking to her and I believed she enjoyed my company too. We spent that whole night talking to each other about a lot of things.  We stayed there til morning and before we leave we had something I believed in common. I enjoyed her company, And up to when this would end, I would hope that someday, one way or the other --- we would both be together again. Her name is Angelie Asilo Ampusta.
There had been a lot of things that are really interesting about things now. I will be sharing it the next time. ^_^

" DREAMS OF A SIMPLE ME"
By: Johnnedel Medriano

Well basically all of us would really want to have something in mind right?
well, just a simple person like me would not actually look for a very high and an almost impossible dream to have. . .I only dreamed of simple things. . well. .actually I have this attitude that I really don't want to keep myself down. . what I mean is that, I don't want to always be in the bottom rank. . I wanted be on top of something,
Well, I am a type of person who always looks forward for something that can give me a lot of benefits.
I am a business minded type of person, I really want to have my very own business,something that I can really be proud of, unfortunately, I am not that rich as what i had been really dreaming of. . .i don't have my dad to aid me and my mom to help me with my financial needs. . I also can't blame my mom,she is with another family now. . she also need to support the needs of her children . . well as of the current moment, I am working in a call center company for me to support myself as well. .. I am working in the night and then sleeping in the morning or sometimes doing some internet stuffs. . .or sometimes, I kept myself busy by doing some researches on Psychology. .I loved Psychology really, because i can always apply its concept in my daily activities. . .
Well, there is only one wish that I do have in my life. . that is to complete my college education, and to have my own personal business, i am really looking forward to get myself back to college hopefully by next year, yet due to financial disturbance, i am not that capable to go to school on my own, so whether I really want to become a scholar and at the same time a great student as well yet i am really having a hard time doing it because i need to work at night and then study in the morning. . .it's really very hard for me to do yet i would really do my best for me to be able to reach my dreams.