It's almost Valentine's Day. Chocolates, roses, teddy bears, and cards are already saleable.
I have no idea on what to say next but for sure many are going to sprout on that day. Although there are lots of lovers and intimately-connected people who are going out on this special day, there are still many who are expectant on receiving romantic gifts on this day. (walei..)
*I'm sorry it's not that good. It's only for the sake of posting.* :)
--This is how old times spend their Valentine's Day...well perhaps, almost...
At least as early as now, I have experienced the pressures of being a real Education student. The activities are not as easy as you think. At first, when you are still at the stage of planning and simulating homeworks and other unimportant things, everything seems to be as easy as 1-2-3 but later on, you will realize that the excitement that you have felt before will be replaced by a shocking display of cramming and creativity shortage.
The moment I realized that the report for our major is only a few hours away, I cannot imagine myself standing in a crowd of curious and cunning faces without a single word coming from my mouth. How can I be then an effective teacher later on if the only thing I can do in front of my classmates during my reportorial is just comb my hair with sweaty fingers and do an ogling motion? Before the big, stressing night, I have soaked myself in the internet cafe, making this post and craning at other people's businesses.
I was planning to log out a few minutes ago but I cannot afford to leave this site with a draft on my post list. I still have to finish my research regarding our topic for tomorrow in the same subject.
Nothing more can compare to the confusion that I am having now. I don't know what to read and study since I have not found references. I don't have any idea on where to start reading because we weren't given any medium to study. For short, we will be having a pre-test tomorrow and our smart teacher in Ed just happens to be so secretive about her topics for the next coverage of our lessons. What a hard situation! Not knowing, even for one percent, on what might come out on the quiz (kawawang mga nilalang...since we're many).
Hahai..Life must go on and tomorrow would definitely end like how this day would end. I have the responsibility now to finish this task and no matter what the outcome is, the Lord must be glorified.
You cannot please everyone...including those whom you think have been appreciating you all the time. Spending too much attention to a specific person would make you cynical and would make you forget the rest of the people who are sincerely appreciating you. That hurts very badly.
This issue still underlies in the category of EXPECTATION. This word must be boldly written so that every one would realize that too much expectation for something or someone would just lead you to brokenness and frustration. No body ever told me before that such kind of mentality would lead to such pain. My mother did not warn me when I was a kid about this. My father did not give me an advise on how to overcome such.
Well, maybe I have to do this on my own. I am a grown-up now, and I have to practice independence, in almost all aspects, I suppose. I believe it's not only me who suffers from this wrong impression of expecting. But when it comes to pain and grief, I always alone. And I have to suffer the consequences solely.
This does not mean that the whole EXPECTATION thing is bad. I am not telling you to stop expecting. It's just that you also have to reserve something for yourself. You must not give your whole intellect on such mentality. Expecting for something adds to your excitement but if ever such thrill won't be realized, be sure you have fixed yourself to the "It's okay" mode and not on the "Emote agad" button after the damage has been done. That way, you will not be wasting your insipid tears.
Nobody knows the real me except me, myself, I and God so please bare with my emoticons...
A famous book author, a world traveler, a renowned TV host, a chess wizard, a chef, an athlete. That's all of me before I woke up to reality. Then I realized I was actually a public school teacher, a self-confessed blogger and a pure Filipina with simple Bisaya and Ilongga in-between craziness. You are now reading the personal blog of an ORANGE lover, a child of no other than the King on High!