The best thing in life... Everlasting friendships! :)

Forever Young, that's what I want to be ;)

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

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just one of those days...

Is there something like an anti-depressant pill that whenever one feels like downright depressed-to–the-bone , one can just take it and all the blues will just simply go away?

Where are all my lifelines gone? Like when I am upset or feeling melancholic, I can just crash in their place and hang out and talk about the days of our lives? Oh well, apparently they are all busy threading and catching their dreams so that leaves me pretty much all by myself. Wow! I love my “meeeee” moments…Oh I never thought I could be this boring!

I think I miss working. But well, I suppose I am super well-rested now for something big might happen in my life as the months will unfold right before my very eyes. Whatever!

My brother is the most boring person right now. We were chatting(ym-ing) moments ago and all his answers were brief and boring like—ok, yes, am good, u?,- yes, no, its near etc… It’s like giving him a yes or no survey sheet or something of that kind. I should be leading and probing to extract the salient points I want to uncover before my chatting sessions with my beloved brother ends. I am proud of him though for getting an A+ in his Can. Law class. Mazel Tov, hijo!

For the record, I am starting to believe now that we sprout from a kind of old school, jurassickening (just my own term from my own dictionary Jurassic=old + sickening) family line.

Last night, I ended up watching The O.C all over again (TV series w/c episodes are “jam-packed” in 1 dvd) so that I can just sit back and relax. Haha! I slept roughly close to 4-ish so I woke up real late with puffy eyes and all that.

What a bummer way to start my day but tomorrow I am really going to think real hard about my thesis title. Arghhhh!! I am thinking about male species (haha!) teaching in early childhood/pre-school and how parents, female teachers, administrators perceive it. Is it a question of gender roles or are parents not so keen about “male beings” be the teacher for their young kids? (T. Justin, I need your footnotes for this! hehe ) I don’t know I guess I still have to shake the cobwebs out of my mind to come up with a purfeccttt title for my thesis proposal.

Got to go!

P-W :)

Yehey! I woke up really early today to attend mass with my brother. He woke me up when I was still in dreamyland. After the homily, the priest gave out red slings or I think I heard him said something like a Sacred Heart of Jesus sculptural or spatular?hehe (not sure what’s the exact word) I insisted my brother that we should go in front to get that red sling but he won’t let me. After the mass, he told me that the red slings were only given to those people who underwent a seminar or something like that. Oookaayyy! Then he asked me what the homily was and for a second, I asked myself “hey you Miss, WHAT WAS THE PRIEST’S HOMILY ALL ABOUT?? I cannot remember a thing. Am I having memory gap? Or is my memory as short as a goldfish…which is 5 seconds!?!

My brother told me I must have fallen asleep because he observed my unsteadiness while inside the church. Oh noes! Next time, I will really try to stay focus. Mass is the highest form of prayer, therefore, I should be ready when talking and worshiping my God.

I remembered that a Muslim speaker in my Peace Education class said that the early morning sounds (chants) we hear at the mosque means… GOD IS GOOD, GOD IS GREAT, COME TO PRAYER, COME TO PRAYER! IT IS BETTER TO PRAY THAN TO SLEEP.

So, whenever I hear their chants I really am not bothered anymore because deep down in my heart, I am also calling and worshiping my God at the same time.

Assalam Mulaikum—Mulaikum Salaam!

Peace be with you – And also with you!

...a-must-feel-good-book!

I had a hard time putting myself to sleep the other night. I was wide awake thinking trifling and finer points in life. Supposedly, I should have been at NBS yesterday to purchase some stuff I need for school and also to buy a-must-feel-good book for myself but I was lazy to go out due to the sweltering heat of the sun. And besides, I want to be very early when I purchase some stuff in the mall and I want to make it very quick. And yeah, I don’t like it crowded especially when I am contemplating which book to buy. Haha!

This morning, I woke up early so that I can move my butt out of my bed and go to the mall and be there the moment it opens. But the chit-chatting session I had with Kuya and Mai (the g.f) was the reason why I arrived almost lunch at NBS. I was a bit disappointed because there were already a lot of people in the book stall/section and most of them were college nursing students noisily chatting with their friends about which book to purchase and the blah blah.

You see, my goal is to buy a-must-feel-good book for myself but since I was kind of distracted I ended up buying a book about thesis writing. Here goes: METHODS OF RESEARCH and THESIS WRITING also known as B-O-R-I-N-G! I scanned through the pages and oh boy, it really reminded me so much of my thesis days way back in college -- sleepless nights, weekends spent in Bugo for in-depth interviews of househusbands, transcribing, editing, revising and petty arguments with my thesis mate. My thesis mate happens to be my best friend (Janess) so I guess, in a way our thesis writing days also tested our friendship. But for the record, we’re quite a good team, Janess and I! :)

But this time, it’s in Grad School so I have to do it alone without Janess to crack up a joke when I am tired and sleepy. Hahay!

And for the “a-must-feel-good-book”, I reckon I have to purchase you next time. Haha!