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There is probably no other way to express what one feels after bad decisions. That feeling of regret after having said something that one did not intend to say, that heart-wrenching feeling of seeing that special someone get hurt right before your very eyes for something that you thought "needs" to be said because it is (what I thought) what makes the relationship deeper (or get lost).
I recently did a serious mistake. I hurt someone so badly. I don't think I'll ever have
As if summoned by an alien force of unknown magnitude, I woke up today to familiar tunes my brother played over his small speaker at the living room where my two nephews lay fast asleep. I wondered just how they are able to slumber with such tunes as "Hi Ho, Hi Ho!" and "Under the Sea". What an irony for somebody who had known the tunes so much, with them having been a great part of her childhood while the rest of the young ones lay oblivious to them. Just to whet my curiosity
Updated 04-26-2013 at 12:52 PM by shey0811
Who would ever forget mom's all-time remedy for coughs? Whether hard or soft cough, stubborn cough that comes with a Shrek-induced crescendo voice wafting through a closed room on an examination day, with the teacher staring angrily at you ready to devour you anytime for causing such uncalled-for sound, the kalamansi (local term for Calamondin, with the scientific name,citrus microcarpa or its common name, Chinese orange) has always been relied on. One could either slice about four to five pieces
Updated 04-26-2013 at 12:58 AM by shey0811
Who says it's expensive to hit the beach this summer? I'm talking about crossing islands, not considered to be premiere tourist destinations though but giving you much the same level of exhilaration (minus the public as if owning the resort all to yourselves) as you would hit Boracay or Dakak. I had my friend to thank for for her uncanny inclination for the beach and the summer sun as when the four of us, more like vagabonds than local tourists, headed for Camotes last week. It was what I call a
Updated 04-22-2013 at 06:18 PM by shey0811
It's a typical school day and the teacher isn't in the mood for discussing. What usually happens? She/he takes out her trusty chart and lets the student copy every word in the chart. "Ok, class, copy everything. We will have a test on this tomorrow. So pagtuon mo ha!" would be her well-meaning line. What with too many students to look after and those pressing forms that need to be submitted because of deadlines that should be meet like a marathon finish line, where is room for teaching?
Updated 01-31-2013 at 07:04 PM by shey0811
In the spirit of Valentine's Day (that for so long I haven't celebrated), I will let you in on a set of guidelines that I have compiled based on experiences I gathered from friends, from people I look up to and my very own experiences. Now, these experiences are self-adhesive that they would seem to glide on their own that you would find it difficult to distinguish mine from the others. I don't think it would matter to you, anyway.
So here goes my top ten list.
Updated 01-30-2013 at 11:31 PM by shey0811
I don't know what it is with music that I oftentimes crave for it in moments when I have nothing to do, but mostly when I have something to do. When I'm working on my laptop, my mother always knows that I'm in the house and working because with it is Tchaikovsky playing in the airwaves. Sundays are never complete when the house is not wafting with the oldies but goodies hits of Frank Sinatra, Elton John, Matt Monroe, and Barry Manilow while I am busily doing the week's piled up laundry (feeling
Updated 01-30-2013 at 11:48 PM by shey0811