"if you truly want to be happy, you'd better go out and look for someone who isn't at all like you."
That' s according to Dr. Leman in his book "The Perfect Match." And I've found myself having an affirmative response to his' every word. I've learned how to be wise and practical when it comes to love.
It says there that one should find someone who inspires you, who is strong where you are weak and who will balance your vices rather than multiply them. I also would like to share the knowledge that he taught me through his' book but it seemed long. However, if you want to find and keep the love of your life, you'd better read his book entitled...
"THE PERFECT MATCH."
its really worth reading for.

!!!!!

i hate selfish individuals....


i really do.just like the person whom i knEw.he used to be my friend.well, i consider him as one of my friends. now i realized that not all people I'm with always are all my friends. acquaintance is different from friendship. hes just one of the crowd. he seemed to be a parasite. using someone just to benefit a lot. what a nice one.haha.i should have known that earlier. in that way, he will really fail in using me.

now isnt too late.ive decided not to be fooled anymore. a sheep's clothing wont work to me anymore.since he took all my sweetness away, its now his time to taste the bitter side of me.


good luck to him.

i LOve summer!!!...

winter, spring, summer and fall...

hmm...what a nice feeling to experience all of those...
well, its not actually that bad to experience a few.hmmm.all you've got to do is appreciate it.

Memories kept in me

Immersion―a word I have heard again and again when I became part of the DEVCOM (proud and strong) society. The higher years told us lots of stories about it and have described and defined it in many different ways. Immersion means excitement and/or challenge. A challenge for students born rich. Well, because of the fact that I am not born to be that lucky, maybe the first definition would be more appropriate for me to use.
I haven’t expected to experience this activity as early as first year. I was in total shock just like the others. The night before the activity, I have packed my clothes and started thinking about the major possibilities. Maybe it would be great. Maybe I would really suffer as what the higher years said. Maybe I would miss water and even foods from the city and other delicacies. Maybe, just maybe.
When it was already an hour before our big trip, we were on a rush. Rushing to the grocery to get some items and rushing to the big restaurant to taste foods which are mouth-watering. I don’t want to miss everything here in the city so I get bits of everything till the last minute. We got on the jeepney and we were all feeling the same. We all are excited to meet our new family. To see our new home and to get to the place where we will soon belong.
The place was great. It was somewhat peaceful maybe because it’s raining. But I knew that its really very different compared to our place. We are distributed to our so called home. It was our turn and I was tensed. Maybe it would be difficult for me to adjust and the worst thing is―maybe they wont like us.
My first stay was for knowing them. Familiarizing their names, their faces, and also their attitudes and roles in the family. It was actually nice observing them. They have helped me adjust ourselves in their environment. But the most unforgettable thing is…naglakad kami ng nakayapak.haha.NAKATUNOB KO SA PAGATPAT!!! I was wrong about the adjustment thing. It wasn’t difficult at all. It was great. Dealing with them seems normal. Dealing with them is just like dealing with my real family. It was home. A real home actually. Want to know my family? Then im so willing to present them to you:
-EBANISTO-our tata,a farmer, CVO pud siya
-EDNA-the perfect nana
-DINYA-our lola1, bungol2x si lola pero gwapa
-ANGGA-our lola2,bungol2x pero tabian japon
-HANY-our manghod1, high school student
-DODO-our manghod2, crush ng partner ko,pangag!haha.
-LOLONG-our manghod3, a tour guide, grabe ka caring and pasikat
-4 CATS-puro samokan ug sabaan
They are my family. Back to the topic, the day and night had been long. We talk most of the time though lola had a difficulty in understanding us. The most exciting part is when we were introduced to our room. It was nice. An underground room. I was scared for they have told us about scary happenings in the place. the funniest thing which happened this night happened to my partner. What about it?hmm.secret. haha. She just dropped her used underwear in front of our family. Haha. At natapakan ko pa. grRrRr. WORSE.haha.

The second day was a bit adventurous. We are being toured around the zone. We went to the mountains and also to the cemetery. We stayed their long. We talked about lots of stories and different matters. Our stomach had also been full because of the variety of fruits―sambag,bayabas,balimbing and butong. The fruits were all delicious but has turned our stomachs up and down. We went to our individual comfort rooms since there are two houses. They laughed at us and it was a bit embarrassing. I have felt our nana’s concern when she gave me DIATABS. I took it and swallowed it. It was no effect. Gush! After that, we rode on a bicycle. We haven’t gone through the boundaries. It made us realized that its really difficult to ride it in a grassy area. Our two siblings accompanied us and it was fun. I don’t want to end this day. It seems awkward to say goodbye. I also have felt the sadness that is playing inside the hearts of our younger brothers and it was relieving. Because our home is just meters away from the hall, they have walked with us. They were nice and I can feel their compassion. Thanks to them.
Goodbyes are not forever. That’s what we thought. So, we haven’t felt the necessity of crying. We didn’t cry though we will truly miss them. We will truly miss the place. Our home. The 2 days and 2 nights stay seemed to short for a family bonding. and we still want to stay. We want to know them deeper. We want to experience the normal things and situations they have experienced. Because of expecting that we are going to come back and visit the place, there was satisfaction after the goodbyes. The bad thing is… I wasn’t able to come back. I wasn’t that lucky. Hmm. PAKI REGARDS NA LANG KO SA ILA. I regret it. I wished I didn’t slept. I wished I have spent all the 2 days and nights talking and bonding with them. how I wish. To generalize, this IMMERSION was indeed a great experience.

our journey towards the community

it was actually a nice activity...
i love being with many people and i love exploring a community...
a map would be of great help in locating places you have longed to visit but i haven't thought of being one of the persons to make a map....
it was so amazing how things work out that way...
it was not that easy at all..but its the best...


its best because it made me build friendship with my colleagues
................................it made me realize the importance of patience
................................made me realize that i can also walk a mile
................................it also have taught me how to view a place in a way that people usually don't view it.....its actually a perfect thing to be taught to everybody...



COMMUNITY MAPPING-a friendly acTivity. you benefit from it while others also benefit from your project.an activity that is best done by a group of individuals. it is useless once the journey was not enjoyed.


------AND ID RATHER MAKE A MAP THAN BEING A TOURIST....


^.thats HOW i define COMMUNITY MAPPING...

I WANT TO SLEEP NO MORE

It was still sunny. Lights turned on. All people were busy. And I, very tired and exhausted, lay on bed to catch 40 winks. I haven’t thought of anything. I was to weak to think. Then, without even noticing, my senses turned off and I suddenly fall asleep.

I felt something weird at those moments. It felt wrong. Something was happening. Then, in my mind, strange events appeared. A story which I won’t even desire to be real. I know it’s a dream, not a dream maybe but a nightmare. Its not suppose to be called a nightmare cause It happened at daytime. But who would prefer to call it daymare? Definitely no one!

Ill now start the story…
I was in a place so familiar. The pace I call home. I was packing my things up. I don’t know whats the reason but it maybe just a form of rebellious acts. My sister was crying. Trying o stop me from leaving. There was something in her eyes ―fear, sorrow, anger. I don’t know. I really don’t know how to read it. There’s just one thing I’m sure of― I want to take her with me. I hate leaving souls. I hate it very much. Then, in an instance, I found myself at my cousin’s house. Not really far away from home. Just a kilometer. Back in our place where my sister was left behind, she was still shedding tears. It was so painful for me to see her that way. It seems like my heart is breaking. The father arrived with a very unusual face. The face I don’t know. Maybe his just wearing a mask. He seemed to be evil. My sister was shaking upon seeing his face. I now know the reason for everything. My father that I have known for years was replaced by a stranger. A stranger so capable of hurting us. He was a demon indeed. He tried to hurt my loving sister. She tried to escape. Tried to be free but she is not capable. I, being the hero at that time suddenly appeared. i know I was strong in real life but I wonder how my character had remain unchanged in my imagination. I tried to kill my no-longer-father at that time. I was already holding a knife in my right hand and pointing it against him. I shouted and shouted and expressed my burdens and feelings. He remain silent. Not even a word came out of his mouth. i was so desperate and capable of committing a crime. I don’t want to get hurt again and I don’t want my sister to suffer. I would rather be in prison than do nothing at all. I was than taking a step forward and gaining strength for me to stub him to death. I got so wild and I cant control myself and then…

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…thank god I’m awake. It was horrible. I don’t want to sleep again. No more. This nightmare had made me feel the pain in reality. It was too much. I cant imagine my father hurting us. He loved as so, and we loved him too. It was just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about. It won’t happen. Maybe in my mind, but not in my sisters’. No! I wont allow that to happen. Tears were in my eyes. I cant bear the feeling. The mixed emotions. I was so terrified and it felt like the end of the world. I wont let my life to end in misery. I want a prosperous and happy ending story just like in fairy tales. And I know that…

“ it’s just the beginning and not the end.”

the man of my dreams...

I am actually a person fund of dreaming. i am fund of wishing something best for me. Things That will really satisfy me. I wanted to feel satisfaction within me for I haven’t felt it yet. I get to hold of things that I have wanted yesterday but found myself just ignoring it today. I don’t get contented of being who I am and what I have. I tend to explore and think that there is more for me than this. It was the reality that I cannot control. Maybe, just maybe, I would stop this longing once I meet the one. The one who will strong every day. The person who will let me feel that I am being loved and cared. The one who will make me feel complete and the one whom I can complete.
I did not dream for the perfect man. I dream for the best. Hmmmm. Not the best of all humanity, but the best one for me. He must be gentle, kind, intelligent, caring, generous, and he must also be rich. BUT IF GOD WON’T GIVE HIM TO ME, THEN I WILL ACCEPT MY DESTINY. I would accept the man who’s not in my dreams but he one who will soon be in my dreams.

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i wanna write about something but i cant think of any....
i cant think of a topic that will really catch everybody's interest....


do i need to write about love?...
about disasters...
about being emotions...
about sorroundings...
about myself...
or about god?...


i want to write about everything in just one composition...
but how?
i dont really know where to start and how....
i want to command my hands but it seems like my hands are also fighting for its rights...(she dont want to write, she said to me)
it sounds crazy but i can hear her....
maybe in silence...
haha....

a poem of reflection

I'm not sure if i know you, but i have loved you so, more than people knew, more than my actions can show. in words i cant define you, in appearance i cant describe you, in my heart i cant rate you, but within me, i can feel you. you have been everything to me, no more words i can say, oh god, you're such so powerful, i bow and salute you above all.

i sooo love 2nd hand serenade...

i love them and also there songs....they make me feel crazy,,....waaah....its just because of my friend....ug sa dihang nikanta siya...hahaha,....makain love....awhhhh..haha....i love it...

------------------Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
when you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your, what's your...)

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

x4
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)

_your call.....