Ramblings & Musings
How can thee sayeth yond thee loveth me in the m'rning and bef're i catch but a wink at night yet whenev'r i am taken ov'r by mine own jealousy and possesiveness, thee can casually sayeth yond thee shall leaveth me, yond we shouldst endeth this, yond thou art bett'r off high-lone. wherefore, at which hour i confronteth thee with some things yond greatly both'rs me; wheth'r i am in the wrong 'r right, thee belittle me and useth w'rds. w'rds enow to cutteth me? how can i assureth mine own heart and feeleth secureth at which hour ev'ry timeth thee sayeth 'r doth these things t maketh me doubteth about the authenticity of thy loveth, our future?
...and sometimes it's a bliss to be ignorant for the more you know about something, the more you worry about it. I've been reading a lot of articles lately whether in social medias like Fb & Quora or other blogs to learn about a particular subject. Yes, I am the type that spends the majority of their time to search online until I got the information that satisfies me. For some reasons, it's hard to satisfy my inquiries. When a case is solved, another one pops up like a ripple effect. Being a person hungry for knowledge, I've got to pursue this neverending cycle until I'm content. Now, I know what you're thinking. I'm such a worry wart; and yes, I am. ...
It's too early to deem this as an unfortunate day. Everything went smoothly as I arrived at the vicinity a tad too early. I was definitely expecting to conduct a class and start with the new lesson on Price Elasticity of Demand. After 3 hours, the wait was finally over. I was walking along the corridors of the 3rd floor along with some of my students who came for me (Isn't it sweet that some of my students would go out of their way to walk me to our class everyday?). All of a sudden, we heard a tumult emanating from every classroom. All of us were pretty confused but then we just went on our way towards the stairs. Little did ...
"...and maybe I should use abstraction more often..." As I'm penning these lines, I'm contemplating on the numerous ways I can fall asleep. When I am exhausted, normally I easily fall asleep. But when I feel that way and I'm still awake around 11 pm onward; Sleep seems to be remnant of the past. Albeit a tiresome day, I'm glad that it was a productive one. At least all my efforts paid off. I really like it when my work is appreciated, especially if my plans were followed down to every detail. Who doesn't, right? Now going back to the topic, why dabble on abstraction? What merit can I derive from it? Isn't it a far cry from my spontaneous combustion of ...
A few weeks ago, when I sauntered into the room I found out that among my peers, I was the only plus size lady around. At 5'3", I weigh a whopping amount of 60 kg which is still within the normal range according to the BMI (Body Mass Index). I'm apparently surrounded by slim beauties that were shorter than I. Now this automatically sends red alert signals in my brain. You could imagine the startling differences in our body types (I have the apple shape, by the way). Normally, I wore slacks and jeans instead of skirts and dresses when going to work. What I noticed is that it made me look like a box car. It gave me a drab ...
I wasn't always this strong person. There was a time in my life that I've been a pathetic loser who thought that ending my life was the solution. Note that at such a young age, I was a perfectionist and I lived in my own rules. I follow it diligently so as not to end up miserable like the mobs. In a way, it isolated me from the crowd but at the same time propelled me to live a safe and successful life. I was pretty wise for my age, not that I'm bragging, but I do. I have an old soul after all. I'm very proud of my achievements. Especially on how I can get things done when I put my mind ...