Mind Over Emotions

George H. W. Bush: We cannot hope only to leave our children a bigger car, a bigger bank account. We must hope to give them a sense of what it means to be a loyal friend, a loving parent, a citizen who leaves his home, his neighborhood, and town better than he found it.

Bill Colby: You know the only people who are always sure about the proper way to raise children? Those who’ve never had any.

Robert Fulghum: Don’t worry that the children never listen to you, worry that they are always watching you.

Thomas Bray:  Never fear spoiling children by making them too happy. Happiness is the atmosphere in which all good affections grow.

Malcolm Stevenson Forbes: Let your children go if you want to keep them.

Carl Gustav Jung: Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.

Tom Cruise:  I’m a father, you know. I always wanted to be a father. Remember when you first held your child? It’s like wow, tremendous sense of responsibility.

Eminem: I’m busy, and I stay busy, but I want to remain in control of things where I can stay in the city and go home at night to my kids. I’m a father before anything else, and anybody who knows me knows that that’s the most important thing to me, that I can be close to my kids and be there.

Nat King Cole: I felt something impossible for me to explain in words. Then when they took her away, it hit me. I got scared all over again and begin to feel giddy. Then it came to me – I was a father.

Author Unknown: A father is someone who carries pictures where his money used to be.

We both decided to break up;

I endure the pain and try to stop my tears to drop.

It hurts even more looking at your pouting lips;

For the last time you wrap me

With your sweet embrace.

 

The feelilng of sadness,

The sense of loneliness,

Reminiscing your sweet kisses,

Broke my heart into pieces.

 

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

All the things around, just remind me of you;

My tears constantly fall,

And I can’t help it, for now I care for nothing at all.

 

I think of you every single minute,

Hoping that you still love me, even just a bit;

Here, I am now missing you,

Wondering if I can open your heart,

And still find my slot.

 

I wish I had never let you go,

I find it hard to let this feeling flow;

Now, I don’t know where to go,

Without you, this world spins so slow.

These are some of those messages we might have read through text. Often times, we ignore these messages thinking they don’t make any sense. Just a forwarded text. but if you get to analyze it, you’ll see that it’s not just a crappy text message. It’s more than that. Even a "joke" could mean something. It reflects ourselves. It get in touch with our inner feelings. It may just be a short message but it may inspire those who are lucky in love to love more; spans emotions from hate and despair to acceptance and admiration; soothes a troubled mind; may strengthen our faith in God and can make us realize that there are reasons for everything. i am not saying that we rely on quotes but might, in some way, make us think….realize.

 

- Repeated experiences have one aim: to teach us the lesson we refuse to learn.

- People change for two reasons… either they learn enough that they want to…or they’ve been hurt enough that they have to.

- Understand h6w beautifully God has added one more day in your life. Not because you need it, but because someone else needs you.

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 to be cont…

I had wrote many things in my two previous posts (the Grudge and The Grudge 2), probably because I can still feel those familiar emotions which I have been keeping to myself for so long. But that was not enough. I wasn’t done yet. Supposedly, there’s still a lot more to say about him…us…his unfaithfulness…my stupidity.

 

For how many weeks, I was having a hard time writing a little, at least, as continuation to those posts, but I really could not think of any. No! I can think of many things but for some reasons, I could not write it. At first I thought I was just distracted with Tristan or maybe I was just tired and so I presumed the best time to write is at night…the only time when I could not hear the irritating voice of my father and I wouldn’t be disturb by Tristan. But it wasn’t a good idea actually. Still I wasn’t able to write anything. Weird. The pain, heartache, anger … they’re all in my head but I can not feel them. Not anymore.

 

As time flies, I figured out the reason why I had difficulty in writing about his shortcomings, why I don’t feel bitter when his name is being mentioned, and why I don’t have to fake a smile anymore. One thing is for sure. I’m over him. I already forgave him. I don’t know how and when exactly. I can’t even believe this would happen. I thought it would be very impossible and that I should see him suffer first before I can forgive him but I just did!

 

Ironic. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I had too much and that I should really forget him. God knows how much I tried, but I always end up longing for him. And just when I started not to care at all and let things as it is, I also started to let go of those things… unconsciously!

 

I realized Gods made it easy for me. We can really count on him in times like this. We should not lose faith because he reserves something wonderful for us. There is more to life than we ever thought. We cannot expect the world to be good to us all the time but as long as we have Him, we sure can make it. He even puts us in a test. Sometimes he lets us experience so much pain for us to become tough, wise and be able to handle things the next time.

 

Now, life goes on for me. His (Renz) absence does not mean it’s the end of the world but rather a new beginning and a chance for me to explore what has really been in store for me. I learned to look at the bright side of things. There’s really no sense in keeping grudges. It would only stop me to enjoy other things. Besides, there’s one important thing I have to thank him for. Because of him, I have Tristan, whose smile and skills never failed to surprise and pull out my burden. And that covers his father’s shortcomings.

And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we’d regret
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath
Forget the things we swore we meant

I’ll write you just to let you know that I’m alright
Can’t say I’m sad to see you go
Cause I’m not. (No, I’m not)
Well, I’m not.

And here we go again
With all the things we did
And now I’m wondering
Just who would I have been
To be the one attached
At all times to your hip?
Forget the things we swore we meant.

I’ll write you just to let you know that I’m alright
Can’t say I’m sad to see you go
Cause I’m not. (No, I’m not)
Well, I’m not. (No, I’m not)
Oh (No, I’m not)

I’ll write you to, to let you know that I’m alright
Can’t say I’m sad to see you go
Cause I’m not. (No, I’m not)
Well, I’m not. (No, I’m not)
I’m not, I’m not.

And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we’d regret
So we just take it back…
(No, I’m not)
So we just take it back…
(I’m not)
So we just take it back…

You should not swallow a gum. It’s indigestible. It will stay long in your stomach.

Everyone had surely heard about this fair-seeming claim about chewing gum. That’s exactly what my parents told me when I was a kid. Since then, I kept that fallacy in mind. Every time, I chew a gum, I am very careful not to swallow it though I was not so sure what would really happen to me if I did.

Now, that “swallowed gum” thingy seems to be just like an old wives’ tale to me.

There’s nothing to support that rumor. No matter how sticky chewing gum might appear, once it’s sent down the digestive system, it would surely be eliminated as human waste in the same way as other swallowed matter. Although gum resists the body’s efforts to break it down, it does not linger in the stomach. Chewing gum is quickly worked into an unchanging mass in the mouth that, unlike other food stuffs, barely gets smaller no matter how hard or how long we chew it. Its resistance to being broken down by the teeth works to support the ideal notion that it has special properties which allows it to lurk in the digestive system.

And it’s not food. About 15% to 30% of it is gum base, a natural or synthetic indigestible rubbery substance that makes the treat resilient to hours of jawing. Vegetable-oil derivatives can be added to keep gum soft. Glycerin maintains moistness. Sorbitol and mannitol add sweetness to sugarless gums and mannitol is often used to dust the gum, along with starch. Artificial and natural flavorings, colorings, preservatives, sugar, saccharin or corn syrup can also be added.

 

Decode - Paramore Music Code

 

How can I decide what’s right
When you’re clouding up my mind?
I can’t win your losing fight
All the time.

Not gonna ever own what’s mine
When you’re always taking sides?
But you won’t take away my pride.
No, not this time.
Not this time.

How did we get here?
.When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it’s hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can’t see
What kind of man that you are,
If you’re a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I’m screaming, “I love you so.”)
On my own.
(My thoughts you can’t decode)

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

Do you see what we’ve done?
We’ve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we’ve done?
We’ve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.

Yeah.Yeah.

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
I think I know.
I think I know.

There is something I see in you.
It might kill me.
I want it to be true.

J: Naa gud ko’y load! Ngano gi-loadan ko nmo?

R: Aw. Abi nako wala. Di man gud ka nagareply.

J: imong uyab diay imo i-text

R: Nge! Naunsa napud ka?

R: Tukar napud ning bayhana ni ay.

J: Sus! Yaw na! Gi-text-an na nako ang babae oi. Niamin na siya na uyab mo.

(that was the trick! Of course, I did not text her)

R: Ows?

R: Kung tinuod naa ko’y uyab, unsa man daw pangalan be?

J: Sus! Xyllene Kaye. Xyka.

R: Aws.

R: Di man to serious oy

R: Bulagan naman gain nako to kay nagtell man ko niya na naa ko uyab. Di man siya     mosugot.

R: Woi

R: Sorry na buh

R: Please

R: Sorry na. Bulag naman mi

Blah blah blah. More text from him. More “sorry”. For a while I forgot how pissed I was. I was laughing. Naisahan pa diay. Really. I did not expect he’d bite that simple trick.

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Oops! Oh oh! I forgot what happened after that.

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My first thought when I wake up the next morning was about him… or should I say…them. Then realization had struck me… tsk! Good feelings’ gone. Him with another girl… Him with another girl… Him with another girl. It felt like my heart was going to swell up and burst through my chest.

That was the time I started hating him.

I wanted to get even but I didn’t know how… or maybe I just knew that seeking revenge will not do any good after all.

I just… I just want him out of my life but I was thinking of the baby which I have to bear sooner. Should I deprive him the right of having father?

I told my mom about it, hoping she had a better idea but to my dismay, she said, “Sagdii lang na siya. Importante nay mailhan papa ang bata. Di man pwede dli nmo siya paadtuon diri kay naa man siya’y katungod og responsibilidad sa bata. Ayaw na hunahunaa na kamo pa gihapon. Isipa nalang na naga istoryahanay mo tungod lang sa bata”.

Waa. If I was given the chance to decide, I will not let him see the baby. He doesn’t deserve to become the father of my child. He is immature, selfish, insensitive, mababaw.

Mura siya’g dili lalaki, as described by Angelo.

Hopeless.Helpless. I felt betrayed. I want to cry but too proud to do it. I kept on pretending that I was fine in front of my friends. I don’t want them to think that I was such a loser but truly I was. I got pregnant. I had to stop my studies for one year. Many do’s and don’ts to follow. I was not anymore allowed to go on “gimiks” and stuffs like that. My teenage life had ended too soon.

While him? Nah!

He kept on visiting me. I can’t believe he still had the nerve to show his face to me. Unsay drama? (I think I forgot to mention that I broke up with him). He even told my friend Jane that I was ignoring him when he’s around. He does the talking. Always! Starts the conversation but gets no any answer or reaction from me. And every now and then I kept on asking him, “di paka mouli?! Katulugon nagud ko!”  I think my friend find me rude for that. It was true, though. But how did he expect me to react? Welcome him with a big smile, open arms, and warm embrace? Lols.

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I remember there was a time I was alone in the house. I was bored to death and I suddenly thought that maybe that time, he was having a good time with that girl. Stroll the mall, eat lunch together, watch movie … err! Stuffs we used to do before. The thought of it made me jealous, angry. I felt like crying again. I don’t want to think about it but stupid as I was, I kept thinking bout it. I was not so myself when I decided to go to my room. I slammed the door and —- BLAG!

I don’t know how it happened. All I knew is that I fell on the stairs down to my room! I studied myself. Checking if there was a part of me that was aching.  I checked my legs. Trying to see if there was blood running down on it (as what we always see in movies). Thank God there wasn’t any blood. The baby’s safe. But I could hear my heart beats so loud. I felt I was going to pass out. But then I realized there was no one in the house. Who would rescue me? So I tried to relax. Finally I felt my heart beat back to normal.

I blamed him for that incident.  I almost lost Tristan.

 

 

 

to be cont…

If sincerity is about trust, then why do others cheat?

If loyalty is product of honesty, then why do others lie?
If sacrifice leads to suffering, then why others still choose to do it?

If saying “I love you” is romantic, then why do others silently cry?

If kisses can ease the pain, then why do others commit suicide?

If smiles are so sweet, then why are bitter tears falling?
If true love can build up a relationship, then why can’t it answer all “Whys”?

 

Pity are those who can’t express their love to someone

Pity are those who are trying to avoid loneliness but instead getting into a worst end

Pity are those faces that are true only when you are facing them

Pity are those who are riding their fame, but beneath them are people hurting

Pity on people using others to move on

Pity that person being used for he does not know

Pity those hearts full of hatred and frustrations

Pity those mouths full of gossips, creating misunderstandings and uncertainties

Pity those minds thinking it knew all things, when in fact it knows nothing

Pity on them where all of these reflects

 

-Jaytee Dhey