Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
cholo
my kind of guy~ papa kwon sang woo
haven't really been interested in telenovelas
of GMA.. but when i've accidentally tuned in
to Stairway to Heaven, i've immediately
noticed his "macho" attitude~ something that
my friend, dhyames usually quote as "barubal."
(kkk, don't really know where he got the word,
but i think it suits well..^^)
haven't really been interested in telenovelas
of GMA.. but when i've accidentally tuned in
to Stairway to Heaven, i've immediately
noticed his "macho" attitude~ something that
my friend, dhyames usually quote as "barubal."
(kkk, don't really know where he got the word,
but i think it suits well..^^)
Saturday, February 26, 2005
teacher migz, ung utang ko pong article.. ^^
WHO AM I?
Every human has his/her own personality. He may be the silent-type, the grinning one, or the cruel witch. People may judge him by the way he looks, dresses, walks or talks. He may also be the cutest, greatest being for anyone. Like what the saying says, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder”. But in spite of anyone’s impression, the person himself could really define oneself.
A friend described to me someone - her best friend: chubby, of fair complexion, medium in height. She said the gal’s a friendly one, outgoing, a mall-lover and has so many friends. She added that she never had experienced sadness and gloomy hours with the girl. She said they were so close and were always together wherever they go especially when they were with their boyfriends. The girl was also the ‘girl scout’ type that she never forgot, even once, to bring her accessories for her daily rituals - powder, perfume, comb, and mirror. Name it - she has it. For my friend, she was the best person ever.
Who would guess that the subject was I?
My best friend describes me as the greatest. She believes in me. She thinks that I am an almost perfect individual… She knows almost everything about me - life experiences, hobbies, likes and dislikes. But she knows only my outer self. I have been planning to reveal the real me with her help - but I couldn’t - I just could not. I am afraid that she may not accept me anymore. I know that she is used to see me with no problems at all. She is used to know me as the adviser, that I know how to handle all kinds of problems, big and small. I don’t want to see her weaken when she sees me down for I know that I am her strength. She has her own family problems and I am the only one who could encourage her to pursue life. I love her that much that I don’t want to reveal the real me.
The truth is I am weak. I can’t handle things myself. I can give advises, but I cannot even apply them to my own problems. I am a loner. I hate to be with people - but what can I do? I hate being with them but I hate it more without friends. My being a loner leads me to become thirsty and hungry for friends. I have to impress everyone to gain more companions. I’m afraid to find myself, one day, with no one to turn to. I’m inferior. And my inferiority makes me feel that I do not belong to the crowd. I pity myself for it.
People know me the opposite as what I really am. And to know me, they have to explore my deepest feelings and little secrets. They have to let me out of my shell, where I am still a prisoner. And if there’s someone who would help me escape, he’ll surely know me very well.
Every human has his/her own personality. He may be the silent-type, the grinning one, or the cruel witch. People may judge him by the way he looks, dresses, walks or talks. He may also be the cutest, greatest being for anyone. Like what the saying says, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder”. But in spite of anyone’s impression, the person himself could really define oneself.
A friend described to me someone - her best friend: chubby, of fair complexion, medium in height. She said the gal’s a friendly one, outgoing, a mall-lover and has so many friends. She added that she never had experienced sadness and gloomy hours with the girl. She said they were so close and were always together wherever they go especially when they were with their boyfriends. The girl was also the ‘girl scout’ type that she never forgot, even once, to bring her accessories for her daily rituals - powder, perfume, comb, and mirror. Name it - she has it. For my friend, she was the best person ever.
Who would guess that the subject was I?
My best friend describes me as the greatest. She believes in me. She thinks that I am an almost perfect individual… She knows almost everything about me - life experiences, hobbies, likes and dislikes. But she knows only my outer self. I have been planning to reveal the real me with her help - but I couldn’t - I just could not. I am afraid that she may not accept me anymore. I know that she is used to see me with no problems at all. She is used to know me as the adviser, that I know how to handle all kinds of problems, big and small. I don’t want to see her weaken when she sees me down for I know that I am her strength. She has her own family problems and I am the only one who could encourage her to pursue life. I love her that much that I don’t want to reveal the real me.
The truth is I am weak. I can’t handle things myself. I can give advises, but I cannot even apply them to my own problems. I am a loner. I hate to be with people - but what can I do? I hate being with them but I hate it more without friends. My being a loner leads me to become thirsty and hungry for friends. I have to impress everyone to gain more companions. I’m afraid to find myself, one day, with no one to turn to. I’m inferior. And my inferiority makes me feel that I do not belong to the crowd. I pity myself for it.
People know me the opposite as what I really am. And to know me, they have to explore my deepest feelings and little secrets. They have to let me out of my shell, where I am still a prisoner. And if there’s someone who would help me escape, he’ll surely know me very well.
Friday, February 25, 2005
one helluva week!!!
whew!!!!
can't believe i've survived this whole week!
been much exhausted, helpless, annoyed, sad..
there was even a time that i didn't know what to do
and what to think.. but alas! the week's almost
finished..^^ i wonder what my day would be tomorrow..
can't believe i've survived this whole week!
been much exhausted, helpless, annoyed, sad..
there was even a time that i didn't know what to do
and what to think.. but alas! the week's almost
finished..^^ i wonder what my day would be tomorrow..
Thursday, February 24, 2005
life sucks!!! ...sometimes...
whew!!!
i juz had a counseling session with, in my own opinion, is one great teacher-counselor..
i was not supposed to open up.. juz like before, i wanted my "prob" to be a secret ~
kept to myself, drawn out when i'm ready.. i've always thought that deep emotions should
be kept alone... but then again, i think, all this time, i've been wrong.
i felt good after the session.. and i'm feeling good until now..
i couldn't even help myself from smiling.. kkk^^
and i've juz been from the church~ and i'm feeling better..
people really need somebody to listen to them~
somebody who doesn't need to react, doesn't need to say anything,
but juz there to listen..
whew!!!
i juz had a counseling session with, in my own opinion, is one great teacher-counselor..
i was not supposed to open up.. juz like before, i wanted my "prob" to be a secret ~
kept to myself, drawn out when i'm ready.. i've always thought that deep emotions should
be kept alone... but then again, i think, all this time, i've been wrong.
i felt good after the session.. and i'm feeling good until now..
i couldn't even help myself from smiling.. kkk^^
and i've juz been from the church~ and i'm feeling better..
people really need somebody to listen to them~
somebody who doesn't need to react, doesn't need to say anything,
but juz there to listen..
whew!!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
fwendz...
don't u juz luv staying with your friends... the ones u really call close fwendz, best buds.. whew!
i miss mine~ my peers, my group, the televhavhoyz.
we have our own lives now~ well not having our own families and stuff,
juz the ordinary lives of "working" people...
i really miss the times...
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
truth about women...
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are on top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples on top think something’s wrong with them, when in reality, they'r e amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree..