Miss Opinionated

My Last Post

WARNING: This is a downer. STOP while you can.

The last hope.

Why do people hope?
Why do they learn this manner of coping through endlessly hoping?
Perhaps it's a mechanism well-built in the mind.

galit talaga ako...
How can I express it in a poetic,scholarly or dramatic way?

Hindi naman ako ang maapektuhan pero bakit sobra ang pag-aalala ko?
Matatanggal ba nila linya sa mukha ko matapos kong sobrang mag-alala?
Mapapawi ba nila ang laway na naipon sa bibig ko sa pagpipigil ng ngiti?
Maiibsan ba nila ang pagod ko sa maghapong nakalipas?

I want to scream and be dead after.

Bakit napakaraming tao ang INCONSIDERATE?
Ang hirap bang maging sensitive?
Mahirap bang lumagay sa sitwasyon ng iba?
Nakakasakit na talaga.

ng..bulsa.. ng ulo.. ng daliri kaka-type ng mga hinaing.
HULI na 'to.. once and for all, I have to keep my promise to myself.
I won't post anything..

I need not to cuss... it won't ease my unreturned expectation.
It's not just Issa's dilemma. It's our malady.

damay...damay..

which makes it even unbearable... misery in the companion of the miserable..

Bring Yourself Back to Life

Thoughts and actions are a perfect couple,
yet principle and lifestyle hardly tie the knot.

Nothing's more depressing than a muddy root.
Filthiness was never attractive.
Too far from being magnetic...

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If you're reading this,
(As if you would)
Give it a thought,
Stop sighing,
Don't keep denying,
'Cause you keep hurting,
Not just me,
but yourself.

Admit it,
You never loved us.
You never truly cared for us.
IF you do, then have the bones to stop
that nonsense.

No one would care for you the way we do,
The love we offer you is eternal,
You're misled.
Manipulated.

You want to be loved?
You found real affection?
I say baloney.
Idiotic.

Jumping thoughts

you're a bitter pill,
to my heavy head..
the love you give is addictive...
your love is a curse..
you're my vincent van gogh
you're my rain-filled days
and my only wish is that you'll analyze..
the sun is up and rising
without u.

While chilling with slight fever, I contemplate of changing the song to suit the mood I'm into. I hope the song writer won't sue me for this trivial modification...

A character fights to call my attention this morning... but I'll keep it kicking until it breaks free. My character has to be strong enough to stand out.. and come to life and begin what they call a novel.

Thanks for Caro Clarke who's keeping me company these days.

thanks,dad

Who's my dad? -here's a random chant.hehe...

he can kill with his eyes,
he can pinch like a witch,
he can wound your dear pride
with his casual insults,
he never trusts anyone
except his family,

he doesn't cut hair well,
cooking was never his skill,
he's never mathematical,
but always practical....

he's the family's first teacher,
and officer in charge.
he never likes boys
and he always doubts men,

he loves to play with us
no matter how long,
he taught us to play chess
and he pushed us too hard...

he's always liked singing
yet he's never sang well.
he's frustrated with guitar,
and greatly waited for a son.

yet he loves us like no other
and he gives more than he takes
half of his life's been devoted
for our own sake...

a burn-out wage earner...
but an eternal father...
our worlds are far apart....
yet he stays in my blood..

we're not just connected by blood...
but by goodwill, respect, and constant affection...
never will i find a more fitting dad than him...

love u,tay.

A Rediscovery

Remember then: there is only one time that is important - Now! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. The most necessary man is he with whom you are, for no man knows whether he will ever have dealings with any one else: and the most important affair is, to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life! - Leo Tolstoy

Just borrowing  some good thoughts to share. Hope you're enlightened by it.^^

BEST afternoon TREAT

These days.. kargado sa ngiti ang hapon ko. Ang singkit na mata ni Isaac, ang paslit na sa edad na tatlong taong gulang ay mahusay nang um-Ingles, ang naghahatid sakin sa ngayon ng sobrang aliw..

I'll tell you of our story.

First meeting: "Good day, teacher!",half-smilingly he said.
The next day.. he showed his real side... he took his toys.. well, not really toys, but blocks of different FLAGS of the world.
He then came to me, saying: "teacher, study now." [FYI: I'm his elder sister's tutor..hehe ]

How can I refuse such an innocent plea? His eyes are so hopeful. Filled with optimism I won't decline his request... One "YES" was  just what he's been waiting for those pair of crystals to shimmer.

3rd day was the dullest.. he fell asleep so he wasn't able to interrupt... how I missed it when he says... "let's study now.. "

4th day. katie is SOOO busy, tons of homework to finish.. but my "little fondness" carefree as always, butt in.."Teacher.. study NOW." I pretended not to hear him [my heart bled while I was forcing myself to ignore him...]

oh, he must have felt my pretense... so HE shouted: "TEACHER, TEACHER, study NOW. " I quit, so he won... and he tried his best to keep our class longer than 5 mins.
By the way, are you wondering how am I teaching the world's flags to HIM? hehe.. [blush.. my World history professor might have been disappointed].. I taught him SHAPES and COLOR using the flags.. and... I ask him to group together all flags with similar designs.. [my, he enjoyed it.. I didn't know how to end..]... and I ask him to count them all...

Friday..he was just with us for an hour.. I asked him..: "where are you going?"
"Today, no study. I'm going to the office." replied he. [he's going to church with his mom..pala..hehe]

Whatta.. was he serious? haha.. anyways.. he's really a busy KID.. oh, he hates to be called "baby".. despite his size..

oh, and he sings.. "Tell me the weather, the weather now.." 4x.. then, ending with.. "tell me, tell me, the weather now.."

and he sings again... "FLY, FLY, FLY.. the butterfly.. in the meadow, it's flying high.." and then we went to the terrace.. and felt the coolness of the windy afternoon..

weekend has started...again.. I'll be missing my pretty angel who never fails to brighten up my late afternoon.. T___T

BUSSTORIES

Samu't saring kaganapan ang maaaring maikwento tungkol sa bus. Mula nang tumapak ako sa kolehiyo, ang BUS na ang walang kamatayan kong kaagapay sa pagsulong. [whatta..^^]

Ilan sa mga di malilimutang karanasan ko sa bus:

Mamang tumabi upang kulitin at kurutin ako na magbigay ng anumang halagang di bababa sa bente.hahaha... [scary.. his nails are dirty..]

Lalaking maputi at maporma na humihingi ng pamasahe. [so thick-faced!]

Katabing nagpipilit na kaklase ko raw sya sa UST [how come?hehe]

Aleng nagkukwento tungkol sa anak nyang nakipag-live in. [she talks like I was her old-time friend...] Mantakin mong bubuhos na sana ang luha nya kung hindi lang ako nagpaalam na bababa...

Mag-aabroad na pinay na pinipilit akong magpulis kesa mag-titser. Asar. Palibhasa, bigong guro.. [She said there's more chance for me in PNP than in Public school.. grrr...]

Mananalaysay ng kasaysayan.. hanep, galing ni Lolo magkwento. [One of the most inspiring stories I've heard.]

Natapos ko ang istorya ni Robinson Crusoe. [Thank great floods-as MANILA is always flooding even with the slightest rain- I was stuck in a bus for almost three hours helping me find a treasure: I picked up this book and never put it down.]

Manila Traffic jam brought by flooding is not always a blessing, but could be some kind of a curse like SPENDING my 19th birthday sa bus. [My best friend waited at home 'til 11 aiming to give me a present.. but her plans were in vain...]

tbc.

TODAY

Work spares us from boredom, vice and need. - Voltaire

Yeah, right. I never let a single moment went idle. [lie!]

The sand of time sluggishly escape my hands. No matter how fast-paced life seems to be, some matters can't be rushed. Like, we can never have TWO "todays" in a day, we can never have another day lived in advanced. Only the present matters. Other days are immaterial and not as valuable as NOW.

Haha.

I'll be heading to Cebu this August. why? just had an invitation.
This plan is even a kitsch. Uncertain and changeable.

So what makes us hope that the future is any better than the present?
IF we keep on doing the same things we do, could we expect change to happen?

Anyway. Good morning. Have a slice of a pie and drink something hot for breakfast. ^___________^

what a 20-minute break brings

Bakit mas marami ang handa sa mga patay kaysa para sa buhay?

Bakit maraming batang nagkalat sa kalye?

Bakit may natutulog na mAmA sa tapat ng malaking bahay?

Paano nila nagagawang matagalan ang lamig?
Paano nila natatagalan ang duming matindi ang kapit sa kanilang katawan?
Paano nila naaatim na humingi sa di nila kilala?
Paano nila hinahangad pang mabuhay sa kabila ng kanilang kalagayan?

Noong mga bata pa kami, madalas kaming manood ng cartoons sa CHANNEL 2. Yun lang ang alam naming channel! Kadalasan, nagugustuhan ko yung mga aklat na isinabuhay sa cartoons:
TOM SAWYER
HUCK FINN
THE SOUND OF SILENCE [ito yung pamilya TRAP na kumakanta]
LITTLE WOMEN TWO [tungkol kay NAN]

Higit sa mga ito, naibigan ko ng todo ang Little Women 2. Kakaiba. Makatao - makakapwa-tao. Makakalikasan. Makamamamayan. AT nagtataguyod ng karapatang-pantao.

Mahusay ang konsepto ng istorya. Hindi tipikal. Bagamat si Judy Abbot ay isa ring ampon, di sya nagkaroon ng ganitong klase ng kapaligiran, ng pag-aaruga, ng pagdidisiplina at pagpapalaki.

Naaalala ko tuloy kung paano tinawanan ng kaibigan ko ang pangarap ko: "ang magtayo ng bahay ampunan!"
[It's typical of nuns and priests but never of someone like me. I'm cold-blooded daw, she said. She doesn't even think I'm capable of understanding human nature.]

What an accusation?!
Perhaps, there is someone, somewhere who feels the same way as I do.
I mean, to enlighten someone's path is the best thing we can ever contribute to this world. Mo. Theresa is a paragon of SELF-GIVING love. She really does love people despite their origin.

Perhaps what we lack these days is the COMPASSION for others. Despite the Global warming effects, this world is NONE but an UTTERLY COLD planet. MYOB thing. [mind ur own business]

Quite ironic how we're connected by telecommunication gadgets and remain apathetic to our very close neighbors.

I told myself before... If my life will be focused on a single person... I have such a narrow mind... as I never thought I had. I had visions - before. They are but waiting to be realized... I NEED TO STAND FOR SOMETHING or else, I'll die of regrets.

One Sunday Morning

My phone's timer says 4:30 am. Too early to start the day on a Sunday morning, but my feet had me rushing to the kitchen to get myself a big mug of coffee -as I like it- black and bitter.

Plans were overruled by emotional and sentimental thoughts. Surely, I'm glad the way things are going. No pushing. No agreement to sign. No one to force me do something I don't like. I like it this way.

My aunt's house looks big and so silent at this hour. No one would see me pondering countless, useless thoughts. Well, thoughts couldn't be seen. (How foolish of me..haha).

I was a bit surprised I'm not feeling and thinking the same way as I do. Things might happen again and again, but impressions are never the same.  No more relentless battle against loneliness- as I'm never alone- even if the world shuts itself from me- 'cause I'm probably with my true self again, the truest nature I've abandoned for too long.

Now, this keyboard had me thinking what else to write about.
Is everything worth divulging?
Perhaps not.
Back to business. Comments to write. Syllabus to design. Articles to contemplate. A new stroll to walk. Hopefully, a renewed mind friendly enough to guide my actions.

Pretty Stable

AAT Anecdote:
"Teacher, why do you always say "pretty" before an adjective?" my Korean student asked.

"Pretty" when attached to an adjective could mean either positive or negative. If it's stressed, it's negative, if it's not, then it's otherwise.

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So I was, here, seated, pretty stable about my employment (unless they catch me blogging the few minutes I have).   

For one fleeting moment, I want to be alone to get a chance to discuss with myself some decisions needing actions. Where, who, when and for whom are four major matters I have to settle.

My tear ducts are warning again, this time it's flood. NOT for the purpose of absolute devastation, but merely for cleansing. Every engine needs refueling. Every soul is a receptacle prone to emptiness.

HeRe and again, I decided... NOT for me... not for myself... and none is ever final. (as death)

Regaining power.
Strength barely supplied.
Encouragement abounds,
Yet burdens never flee,
As perennial as some grass.
As lasting as some promises.
Or so I thought.

Undervalued Stock

Want to be a millionaire in less than ten years? Though stock investing doesn't bring instant cash, the returns are fascinating over time.

Think for a moment. Heard about Warren Buffet? Updated on Wallstreet journal? How about Forbes Magazine? They all depict millionaires and billionaires success stories. But how many of them invest on stocks and became the richest in the world?

Basically, there are two types of investment: one is based on VALUE and another is based on TIMING. The first, being a long-term investment, and the latter, a short-term, to the extent of day-to-day investment.

Fluctuations are expected, so prepare to lose yet hope to win. Buffet learned the value of investing on long-lasting stocks. Other multi-millionaires did just the same. Take for instance Microsoft Corp. Who would have thought it would grow this big? Ten years ago, the profit of investing on this company is inconceivable, hence, it's an undervalued stock.

Hmmm.. what other undervalued stocks do you know? SHARE..

(....and remember to study how to read the STOCK market CHART before investing!haha)

Decisions...decisions...

I’m faced with choices to make. Rushing about the options at hand, I wonder how I could manage all offers.. wahaha.. sounds like a star?

NOPE. Life is really a continuous decision-making activity. Even if you stop deciding, you have still decided: you stopped.

See? Life, so long as it breathes, continues.

My Possession- An Update

Since I got a new MP3, my life has never been the same again. Naturally, I was able to select what to feed my mind along my commuting hours. It was a really stylish, easy-to-use, nifty little gadget nearly everyone would like to possess...plus I bought it for a very reasonable price (P****).

My mind is such a big cluttered space inside my head- it's capable of processing immense thoughts yet it tends to focus and even settle on the same familiar dragging topics... NOW, this slavery is replaced by something better. Life, for me, becomes kinder, more colorful, language-rich and so musical.

Allow me to go to details.
Right now, there are 9 stories (narrated by a British woman, Natasha)- from Little Red Riding Hood to Alice in Wonderland. Scripts of American Accent Training Book (around 30 tracks) and selected music - including my sister's voice recordings... even my little nephew has recorded his own version of Twinkle, twinkle little star (how cute)!

All these filled up my trips. I like their mix. I just consumed half of 1G for these... hahaha... still thinking of what to include.^^

As the color of my new Samsung MP3, my brain is in pink health too.^^

The Comeback

Kanina lang, malutong na tawanan at walang humpay na kwentuhan ang pumailanlang sa sala. Ayaw paawat ng mga first-time bakasyunista... hahaha... nakarating na ba kayo sa CAMIGUIN ISLAND?

That's my mother's province - filled with treasured memories of my childhood.
Too bad I couldn't join our clan's reunion last May 2... I was not financially prepared for it.

Habang inilalarawan nila ang dagat, ang malamig na ilog, ang abot-tanaw na karagatan mula sa mataas na bundok,  at ang di mapatid na fiesta, sayawan at kantahan - nginangatngat ang puso ko sa inggit at punung-puno ako ng panghihinayang sa pagkakataong napalagpas ko. Pansamantala kong nakalimutan ang kasalukuyan, at malayang dumaloy ang alaala ng pakikipag-ulayaw ko sa isla ng Camiguin.

Sa mura kong edad na 10, di ako masyado pinalad na makapag-ikot sa buong isla. Subalit bahagya man ang naranasan kong kagandahan ng isla, labis ang kaligayahang naidulot nito sakin...

Bakasyon noong una kaming tumapak sa isla, pangalawang punta ko iyon, pero iyon ang unang pagkakataong MAY MALAY na ako sa MUNDO at KASAMA ko ang buong pamilya ko na titira sa  probinsya. Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang pagtanggap ng mga kamag-anak namin... so warm and excited... kaso ung isa kong pinsan, nasobrahan sa excitement, nasuntok ako. hahaha... it was my fault, I provoked him, and since his knowledge of my language is limited, he misinterpreted what I said. From then on, I warned myself not to get close to him, I didn't want another punch.

Marlon, or BIBOT, used to be my best buddy among my cousins. He's a year older than me, but he's behind in maturity (chuckle). He taught me a lot of things about the island and we always go to different places together. His favorite topic is... HOW BEAUTIFUL MY SISTER WAS. hehe.. how dumb? didn''t he know we're cousins? BUT anyway, that made us real FRIENDS, I never told anyone about his secret feelings. My fondest memories of him include, riding a bike together-have no choice, we've got only but one (changing positions from time to time), skating on a muddy and slimy cemented portion of Alangilan bridge (it's 99% a bacteria niche), SWIMMING during high tide and TYPHOONS, and last but not the least, reviews before Periodical exams, (nope, he didn't help me review, I had to ask him several questions about his lessons- I've learned 5th Grade History better than one for my level.^^) Hays, above all these, I would say he's dumb sympathetic and caring, and he never punched me. Mr. temperance.  Hope to see you again.

Most of my childhood friends were married... but they sent some messages to me through my aunt and cousins.. they still remember me.. haha.. I hope to visit Camiguin before I die. And I want to sing my last song in this island where I learned I was worth listening to.

Hmmm... good night my memories..
I know I can never pacify my thoughts of you.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. (borrowed thought)

P.S. My trips to Mambajao for a school competition was exhilarating, the view of white island from that part of Camiguin was AWESOME... and Catarman reminds me of the cozy,red-carpeted chapel in a school where the choir competition was held- that was truly an indelible scene.

Camiguin is just a SLEEP AWAY... I'll be dreaming of you tonight.

(Waaaahhh.. my aunt just entered the room and had given me a shirt with... guess what? guess what... CAMIGUIN ISLAND souvenir shirt.. oh my.. how could I sleep after this..?)

AN Afterthought

The darkness of the night always brings sadness,
Shades of depression and many sorts.
Yet in the morning, everything in the past
simply disappears.
Gathered in what we now call HISTORY.
We cried away the pain,
We surrendered the deep wounds,
Somebody is soon to reach out to you,
Just like the persistent somebody I have.

Ride along the ebb and flow,
Don't counter the natural flow,
Learn to attract positivity,
That's how law of attraction works best.

Chirping birds shout at me,
Listen up, wake up,
You've slept too long,
So get up now.

Was it all just a nightmare?
I possess no more lashes.
Did I lose every trace?
Was sleep able to wash them away?

Perhaps,
Perhaps.
Perhaps?

Cover me with your light
Never give me back to darkness,
Hide me in your cuddling arms,
Never allow me to be smitten.

UMXIDPE

Muli mong tipahin ang gitara,
Sabayan ang awit ng puso ko,
Muling kalabitin ang kwerdas,
Damhin ang himig ng dibdib..

Sa tuwa'y ibig pumiglas,
Sa saya'y tila lumalagaslas,
Daig ang malayang batis,
Ang daloy ay walang patid..

Yayakapin ko na lamang ang alaala mo,
Doo'y tiyak magkakasundo tayo,
Iwinaksi ko kahapong may pait,
Tinanggap bawat hakbang mo pabalik...

Kibot ng labi'y ikaw,
Tunog ng musika'y ikaw,
Hayaan mong sayo'y manumbalik,
Aking nakaraan, nawa'y 'yong mapawi.

Hikbi ng pag-asam,
sa tunay at walang wakas...
Pagluha'y walang hanggan,
Sa sandaling di pinahalaghan...

Kung manununumbalik ba...
Iyo pang mamahalin?
Pag-ibig saki'y tulad pa ba ng dati?
O pinawi na ng pagsuway..

Tulad ng maitim na ulap
di inakala ang ganito ni sa hinagap..
Nagdilim.. at unti-unting lumulubog
Hinahatak.. nilalamon ng kawalan...

At this distance,
Is warmth still conceivable?
Have u seen any live proof?
It isn't breathing..
It's just ur imagination...
She's not anymore existing...
Locked in a dungeon...
severely damaged...
thoroughly grinded..

don't knock ..
don't even bother to look...
Walk past her..
She's irreparable.

Sa Mga Nagtatanong

Kelan lang may nasalubong akong schoolmate, tanda ko ang hitsura pero hindi ang pangalan, sabi nya: "Si Miss Valedictorian pala 'to," sabay ngiti sakin. Nabigla man, nagawa ko pa ring ngumiti at sumagot: "hi.. sige, bye," tipid kong sabi.

Hindi na tipikal sakin na alalahanin ang nakaraan, lalo't mahirap nang hagilapin kung ganun pa rin ang kasalukuyan.

Sa totoo lang, napaisip ako. Paulit-ulit. Pabalik sa nakalipas.
Kumaripas nang takbo ang isip ko pabalik sa nakaraang malaon ko nang sinikap burahin at tabunan.

The glorious days of Issa... Car'e pa pala noon.

Yeah, it was. And it will remain that way.
A mark isn't something permanent that time couldn't make less visible.. worse yet, vanish.

Sa mga nagtatanong, kung sakaling nabasa nyo ung iniwan kong DREAM LIFE essay kay Ma'am Bernardino, magtataka siguro kayo kung bakit ibang landas ang napili ko. Malayo sa hinangad ko seven years ago.

Sa ngayon, bagamat frustrated sa maraming bagay, patuloy akong nabubuhay... sa gabi'y palaging hikbi: "wag mo na akong gisingin kung hindi rin makakabuti ang pananatili ko sa mundo."

Pagmulat sa umaga, masisinagan ng araw at mapapabulong: "buhay pa rin ako... salamat.. may silbi pa pala ako sa'yo.."

Di man kasing liwanag ng araw ang hinaharap, may mga pangako tayong patuloy na maasahan... may ibang hindi man, may natitira pa ring pwedeng sandigan.

Letting it out

I once received a very depressing comment from a reader telling me to just kill myself if I feel so miserable. It was really traumatic, so it took me quite a while to recover from it.

It's not my habit to make other people feel bad, really. It's just that I need some medium to express my pain... not to seek comfort nor approval, even sympathy...
It's the joy and freedom that writing gives - the only reason I keep posting.

If I did hurt your mind.. nor make you feel bad... and depressed.. stop passing by this area.

Hmmmm

 I hate the way you talk to me

 and the way you cut your hair.

 I hate the way you drive my car;       

 I hate it when you stare.

 I hate your big dumb combat boots       

 and the way you read my mind.

 I hate you so much it makes me sick.

 It even makes me rhyme.

 

 I hate it -- I hate the way you're       always right;

 I hate it when you lie.

 I hate it when you make me laugh;

 even worse when you make me cry.

 I hate it when you're not around

 and the fact that you didn't call.

        

 

 

 But mostly I hate the way I don't hate       you --




not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Just Being a Little Selfish

I can't stand being your life.
I can never be.
Seek for something else to do.
Look for someone else to fool consistently.
hehe... sounds harsh?

Contemplating death is my last recourse.
Not now.
There are a lot of them who need me.

So what's the plan?
Shun depression.
Invite positivism.
Exude excellence.

Don't tell me I didn't stand for you.
You should have done that years ago.

I keep pressing forward.
And you keep on holding me back...
I don't live in your world.
Neither you know mine.

hahaha.. ridiculous partnership
impossible how it breathed for so long..
hehe.. it's you whom I can't depend.
Your care I can never expect to suffice.

Blank.
Straight.
Press on.

Life is good, at least.
Better alive than dead.

See you soon..

Blog for Biz

During my down moments this morning,
I came up with this idea.
It's not something novel or amazing.. yet it's still my IDEA.
Check it out.

http://www.teacherissa.blogspot.com/

Another learning experience....wahaha...

Issa at your service...

hahaha.. This is what happens when you miss your class...
never learn to wake up early...
huhuhu..

should I regret anything???

No.
Everything is a learning experience.

So, stay happy!^^

System check

 

 

 

For a clearer version and for clarification regarding the operating system.

Ask me a copy.wahehe..

as if you have time.^^

NEW GENERATION TRIP

WELL.. who said only Hillsong can do it???

We have our very own great music from MUSIKATHA. I just found it.
Get a feel of their music... Sense the depth of their message.. and cherish the melody of their ever worshiping hearts..

GREAT MUSIC should be SOLELY dedicated to its WONDERFUL MAKER.

makapag-express lang..

umuwi na ngang walang resulta...
nakatulog pa sa oras ng trabaho.

at ngayon,sa oras na tapos na dapat ang work, gising pa.
lamay na naman sa walang katapusang requirements.

hehe.. is this the life I want for myself?

parang dapat ulit akong mag-isip..

ikaw na nagbabasa,
hehe...
mahirap ba buhay??? hehe..

sige, yun lang.

pasensya na kung hindi 'to English, nakakapagod eh...
tuyot ang utak..
butas ang bulsa..
may sabik pang makasama...
naku naman... si Issa.

Morning Thoughts

Got a few minutes before the morning shower. Let me take you to a short look on what's on my head since four o'clock.

FOOD? err..hehe..sort of. MORE SLEEP? err.. Well, I had just signed all my personal data sheets to ready for my application. A public school invasion? Yup.

An abrupt yet not an impulsive decision.
I'm going to teach.

Last year's road to this profession has been the rockiest one can ever imagine.
Hopefully this year will be the right and perfect timing.

I've got to go.. My granny's done using the bathroom..

Shower your day with smiles. First give that to yourself through the mirror.
Love your life.^^

DATI

Ikaw ba 'yong tipo ng tao na mahilig sa DATI? Kumakain kayo sa resto ng bf mo tapos kinukwento mo yong EX mo..hehe..

That's extreme case.

Ako, I love dwelling in some part of my past. Masaya kasi noon.
May time kasi ako dati. May hitsura pa ako nun???hahaha.. Binata pa lahat ng friends kong male.. Cute pa nun ang chubby.. Sikat ang magaling kumanta... Binibigyan noon ng cards pag birthday... Laging may notes sa classmates... Laging may baon friend ko for me.. Naglalaro pa ako ng chess.. Madalas akong nasa labas... hehe...gala. Close pa "kami". Wala pa "kaming" saltik sa utak. Pare-pareho pa kami ng trip. Di sala-salabat ang wavelengths ng utak namin...

What I really missed the most about DATi?

Simple lang ang kaligayahan namin.
HIndi kami mahirap i-please.
Tindahan lang pwede ng tambayan.
Konting tinapay at juice sakto ng pagsaluhan.
At higit sa lahat... kwentuhan lang ang ultimate naming kasiyahan.

Ngayon kasi..

We're building our worlds around people who themselves aren't strong.
We depend our happiness on single beings who are far from god.
We die of their hurts and pains.. and we suffer from their twist of moods.

We're manipulated.
We're under spell.
Put simply,we're "Bewitched".

Well, I thought It was CUTE...^&^

Along my surfing minutes.. I found this, and thought of it as a bit cute.. :

You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 96% of girls dont realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.
From a guys point of view:
We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.

When you ask us if you're fat or chubby, don't get mad mad if we say no even before looking at you. We just want to make you happy and will love you no matter what.

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you.

One of the sexiest things about a girl is confidence.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. Let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" about it. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. We love you, we want to take care of you. And spoil you. Smile and say "thank you."

We love having you in our arms, never hesitate to get in there. Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are.
Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful and sexy when she's just in her pj's. or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.

Don't take everything we say too seriously. Don't get angry easily. We don't.

Don't talk about how hott McSteamy, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. Ditch his sorry ass and find someone who will treat you with respect

Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do. Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "I love you" ..and actually mean it.

Give the nice guys a chance. (Guys, repost this if you agree. Girls repost this if you think it's cute. )

*Holdin' Hands
Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.
Guys: Grab it if it happens more than once.

*Cuddling
Girls: When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys: Automatically move closer to her.

*Movies

Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.

*Loving each other
Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.

Didn't you sing this with me??? FEEDBACKs are welcome...

So Ma'am will be late? Got a few minutes to play with this song..

"Never Ever"

A few questions that I need to know
how you could ever hurt me so
I need to know what I've done wrong
and how long it's been going on
Was it that I never paid enough attention?
Or did I not give enough affection?
Not only will your answers keep me sane
but I'll know never to make the same mistake again
You can tell me to my face or even on the phone
You can write it in a letter, either way, I have to know
Did I never treat you right?
Did I always start the fight?
Either way, I'm going out of my mind
all the answers to my questions
I have to find

My head's spinning
Boy, I'm in a daze
I feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate

I'll take a shower, I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah

Flexing vocabulary runs right through me
The alphabet runs right from A to Zed
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find

I'm not crazy
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong, no
I'm just waiting
'Cause I heard that this feeling
won't last that long

Never ever have I ever felt so low
When you gonna take me out of this black hole?
Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad

Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah, I just don't feel right

I'll keep searching
Deep within my soul
For all the answers
Don't wanna hurt no more

I need peace, got to feel at ease
Need to be.
Free from pain - going insane
My heart aches, yeah

Sometimes vocabulary runs through my head
The alphabet runs right from A to Zed
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find

I'm not crazy,
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just waiting
'Cause I heard that this feeling won't last that long

Never ever have I ever felt so low
When ya gonna take me out of this black hole?
Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad

Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah, I just don't feel right x4

You can tell me to my face,
You can tell me on the phone,
Uh, You can write it in a letter, babe
'Cause I really need to know

You can write it in a letter, babe
You can write it in a letter, babe

hehe...just.