There is a wonderful principle that helps us create what we want in our lives.
Imagine that the world is a mirror, and whatever you put out into it will come back to you if you want to be loved, then be loving. If you want to be respected, the be respectful to others. If you want to be forgiven then be forgiving.
Ironically, we sometimes have a tendency to go about this backwards. We get angry and critical towards someone because we want more attention. No wonder we get frustrated when we are not getting what we want, and using the"backwards" approach only brings more of what we do not want. We set up negative downward spirals, and blame others in our lives for what has been created. That is like blaming the mirror for what it reflects bact to us.
We will never get something positive by taking a negative approach. You might get cooperation in the moment, but at the cost of under lying resentment.
Conversely, when when you begin a new approach of only putting positive energy out into the world, you may not immediately get positive responses in return. However, if you continue to model the behavior and attributes you would like to see in others, gradually you will notice the shift.
The only catch is that you must be sincere. If you faking being nice, co- operative, reasonable and soft-spoken, while your underlying feelings still hold remnants of criticism and judgment, it will not work.....
So before we blame someone try to analyzed may nagawa ba ako.... It just simple when you have submitted a group project and you and your group-mates got the lowest grade on that certain project try not to blame others.,,, kasi malay natin mas madami silang naitulong kaysa sa iyo. Appreciate na lang kung ano ung nakayanan niyong gawin ang be thankful na hindi kayo na zero dahil lang sa wala kayong nagawa....
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Lucky!!!!
I'm lucky enough to have a brother..Siya ang kakampi ko in times of trouble.. We always help each other... I remember when we are in high school we have lots of fighting then... we always hurt each other suntok dito sigawan doon..but we surpass that challenge.. I considered as a challenge kasi sinusubok ang aming samahan and were lucky enough kasi napagdaanan namin ng mas maaga....
And reality check, now that were both in college our bond became stronger and I learn to be able to attained that bond you must passed the test..
He is my best friend and my brother.... LUCKY indeed
Sunday, July 18, 2010
HOW TO DEAL WITH BACKSTABBERS
They might say they are your best friends but the moment your back is turned, they lie about you to others. No one wants to hurt in this way,,, but the question is how we able to deal with them..
All backstabbers share a common denominator: they all want something from you and it varies from person to person.. pay attention to red flags.. if something is mean to you one minute and nice to you the next there is definitely something wrong.. trust your real friends they are here to help you.. try to detect from an early stage what the backstabbers is interested in sucking from you.
Get away from this people as soon as possible and convince others not to associate with them. Also do not tell any secret that you want to kept hidden, as they will tell it to another one of their "FRIENDS" the moment they will gain them something...Treat him/her like you would any other snake. Be polite when his/ her area but keep to the path and maintain your distance.
Do not get angry when he backstabs you. Realize from the start it will happen eventually. Do not form any deep relationship with them. Be careful when you talk to backstabbers, they might recording you
Why i am telling of those things,, it is because I already experienced to be one who is being back-stab...hindi natin masasabi kung sino ang tunay na kaibigan at kung sino ang hindi.. dahil madaming tao na gusto sila lang iyong magaling...That's life...may backstabbers at may mega backstabbers.. ahaha...
Siguro hindi sila makakasurvive kung hindi sila magbabackstab,,, ahaha
till next time.. beware
All backstabbers share a common denominator: they all want something from you and it varies from person to person.. pay attention to red flags.. if something is mean to you one minute and nice to you the next there is definitely something wrong.. trust your real friends they are here to help you.. try to detect from an early stage what the backstabbers is interested in sucking from you.
Get away from this people as soon as possible and convince others not to associate with them. Also do not tell any secret that you want to kept hidden, as they will tell it to another one of their "FRIENDS" the moment they will gain them something...Treat him/her like you would any other snake. Be polite when his/ her area but keep to the path and maintain your distance.
Do not get angry when he backstabs you. Realize from the start it will happen eventually. Do not form any deep relationship with them. Be careful when you talk to backstabbers, they might recording you
Why i am telling of those things,, it is because I already experienced to be one who is being back-stab...hindi natin masasabi kung sino ang tunay na kaibigan at kung sino ang hindi.. dahil madaming tao na gusto sila lang iyong magaling...That's life...may backstabbers at may mega backstabbers.. ahaha...
Siguro hindi sila makakasurvive kung hindi sila magbabackstab,,, ahaha
till next time.. beware
FIGHTING WITH PARENTS?
The clothes we wear. The food we eat. Where we go and how we get there. Who the people we hang with.What do these thing in common, you are asking? They are just few examples of many hundreds of things that our parents controlled for us when we were a child. As a kid you did not have to say in very much that went on; our parents made decisions about everything from the thing we should eat to the pajamas we wore at night. And it is a good thing, us kids need this kind of protection and assistance, because we aren't mature enough to take care of ourselves and make careful decisions on our own. But eventually kids can grow up and become teens. And part of being teen is developing our own identity,one that is separate from the identities of our parents. It is totally normal us teens to create our own opinions, thoughts and values about life, it is what prepares us for adulthood.
But as we change and grow into this new person who makes his own decisions, our parents may have difficult time adjusting. They are nt used to the new you yet- they only know us as a kid who had everything decided for him and did not mind.
It is adjustment that can cause a lot of fighing bet. parents and teens. We teens get angry because we feel our parents dont respect us and arent giving us space to do what we like, and parents get angry because they arent used to not in being control.
It is easy for feelings to get hurt when there are conflicts like these. And more complicated issues can cause even bigger arguments, because ou parents will always be intent in protecting us and keeping us safe, no matter how old we are.
The good news about fighting with our parents is that the arguing will lessen as our parents get more comfortable with the idea that us teen has the right to certain opinions and an identity that may diff. from theirs. It can take several years for our parents and us teens to adjust our new roles, in the meantime, concentrate in communicating with our parents as best as we can.
Sometimes this can feel impossible , like they just do not see our point of view and never will. But talking and expressing our opinions can help us gain more respect from our parents and we may able to reach compromises that make everyone happy.
Keep in mind , too, that our parents were teens once and that in most cases, they can relate to what were going through.
I love my parents even though there are fig-things bet us...
I love you mom
But as we change and grow into this new person who makes his own decisions, our parents may have difficult time adjusting. They are nt used to the new you yet- they only know us as a kid who had everything decided for him and did not mind.
It is adjustment that can cause a lot of fighing bet. parents and teens. We teens get angry because we feel our parents dont respect us and arent giving us space to do what we like, and parents get angry because they arent used to not in being control.
It is easy for feelings to get hurt when there are conflicts like these. And more complicated issues can cause even bigger arguments, because ou parents will always be intent in protecting us and keeping us safe, no matter how old we are.
The good news about fighting with our parents is that the arguing will lessen as our parents get more comfortable with the idea that us teen has the right to certain opinions and an identity that may diff. from theirs. It can take several years for our parents and us teens to adjust our new roles, in the meantime, concentrate in communicating with our parents as best as we can.
Sometimes this can feel impossible , like they just do not see our point of view and never will. But talking and expressing our opinions can help us gain more respect from our parents and we may able to reach compromises that make everyone happy.
Keep in mind , too, that our parents were teens once and that in most cases, they can relate to what were going through.
I love my parents even though there are fig-things bet us...
I love you mom
Sunday, July 4, 2010
IN THE EXAMINATION ROOM
The examination room-a room like no other.
The place where the students meet the sky and some of them meet "DEATH".
Even the thought of passing it raises the heart speed to 110 bpm. It also very unhealthy for the mind. It brings the mind back to unpleasant times and makes one feel uncertain about the future.
That day was unique; if you think about it without emotion. Yes unique but cold, so cold. Me and my fellow algebra sufferers were doing some rapid revision. Waiting in the room for the exam to start, my feelings were quite different from one what should feel. I don't know what I am doing instead of revising my course. My feelings now may help researchers to study on how one sentence too death feel.
I am wondering who cooked up this whole examination thing in the first place. My usually calm face is sweating uncontrollably my brain is so saturated with worry. I wonder if my brain got the place to store the notes.
My hands were sweaty and i knew it would spoil my already hopeless handwriting. My fellow classmate were busy preparing chits and the like. I wondered how they managed to live with themselves. I had a rather queer headache at the back of my head instead of the front. I was vibrating and shaking uncontrollably.
Time is ticking fast. 30 seconds my hands go numb;25 seconds I remembered the worst I could do was fail,after all, fear of the known is less than the unknown;20 seconds I mentally review how much I know;15 seconds what do I know? Nothing. It just hit me nothing;10 seconds I think I'm going to be hurt. 5 seconds The bell hasn't rung yet. I cant' take anymore:4 seconds....3...2...1 I'm dead.
It's time; the time to end all time. The torture begins.
The place where the students meet the sky and some of them meet "DEATH".
Even the thought of passing it raises the heart speed to 110 bpm. It also very unhealthy for the mind. It brings the mind back to unpleasant times and makes one feel uncertain about the future.
That day was unique; if you think about it without emotion. Yes unique but cold, so cold. Me and my fellow algebra sufferers were doing some rapid revision. Waiting in the room for the exam to start, my feelings were quite different from one what should feel. I don't know what I am doing instead of revising my course. My feelings now may help researchers to study on how one sentence too death feel.
I am wondering who cooked up this whole examination thing in the first place. My usually calm face is sweating uncontrollably my brain is so saturated with worry. I wonder if my brain got the place to store the notes.
My hands were sweaty and i knew it would spoil my already hopeless handwriting. My fellow classmate were busy preparing chits and the like. I wondered how they managed to live with themselves. I had a rather queer headache at the back of my head instead of the front. I was vibrating and shaking uncontrollably.
Time is ticking fast. 30 seconds my hands go numb;25 seconds I remembered the worst I could do was fail,after all, fear of the known is less than the unknown;20 seconds I mentally review how much I know;15 seconds what do I know? Nothing. It just hit me nothing;10 seconds I think I'm going to be hurt. 5 seconds The bell hasn't rung yet. I cant' take anymore:4 seconds....3...2...1 I'm dead.
It's time; the time to end all time. The torture begins.
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