Usually Getting Late

I hate being late. Besides getting to miss lots stuffs, you waste a lot of time which is gold to much people who value time. Having a service is like having the time to go home early but when it gets to your service mates, that’s where the problem is. They aren’t that disciplined and do not know when to say whether where they’ll go or what their where a bouts are.

Wont you feel the same if they repeat this process everyday?? I mean five times a day! I can’t take it anymore but I have to deal with it. Anyways they make traveling in the morning fast but the problem is its too early. What I mean about early is, talk about the van leaving at 5:45 AM then returning at 6 AM! Humph and there is a certain someone who is too much in a rush and like being chased by a mad horse. Talk about early… How annoying on our part and they’ll say were very slow for were their relatives very biased on those who doesn’t have a relation in our part! I really hate for that! They never lend an ear for us unless they need us! What a leech…

I think I’m not going too far with my comment for them. Anyways, we hate late so we go early. Sometimes if were always early, we get tired of it and eventually we become late as well to make things even. Hahaha! That is life! We give, “change” and take.

The One I Look Up To : )

That person was my kindergarten teacher Ma’am Cielo Acosta. At first I couldn’t read so she didn’t accept me in her school. But, I knew she liked me to be there so she gave me some lessons in basic English reading. She influenced me to study harder, strive harder and think of education as a gift of God. With her warm smile, passionate dealing with me and her perseverance to help me succeed, she’s the person who kept on teaching me to the extent of what I can do. She taught me how to respect, to read, to write in English to be more open to others, to be friendly, to take studying seriously and to enjoy life as if it was gold buried in sand, easy to dig but hard to lift.

Though I was young and naïve back then, she treated me as if I was her own child. Because of her, I understood some things which were adult-like even though I’m still but a child. With her help, I learned to read between the lines and look at life in a better way. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t make it through my whole life of studying. For that, I thank her so much and admire her even though I knew she had some problems before, she smiled through every bit of it. She hid her tears though it hurts sometimes. That’s something hard to do, and I admire and look up to her like that, in a very great way.

... Means There's Nothing to Say

Hi, it's me Maikka, if you do know me anyway. I'm always there in one corner having nothing much to do, no one to talk to, no one who appreciates me and nothing to say at all. Yep, that's me, as usual in a confused state. I don't know why I'm posting this now. Anyways, heck nobody's going to listen to me at all. Who am I kidding I mean I'm being selfish just talking about myself and all but hey, this is Mai Blog, I can do what ever I want here. Hmmm, if I think about it, I'm just feeling sad most of the time. I wasn't like this but some things just keep on changing right, so people get sad and happy anytime they'd like.

. . . Why can't I say something . . . Hah, anyways, I'll start with my one week experience,

Day 1: An ordinary day the only problem is it's the day before the Periodic Tests Arrive.

Day 2: Ah, the faithful day had come, the first day for the P.T. XD Man! It's a little easy but hard on the other side. Well, normally, a half day...

Day 3: Woah! I didn't expect it to be this hard. Well, anyways, something remarkable happened, it's a half day again! Excellent what a free time : )

Day 4: Ah, yes Thursday, and it's checking time... Well who knows what we score we got.

Day 5: Dirty day for us for it's time to get muddy. Planting malunggay isn't that easy especially if you'd revert back to the time of prehistoric man. You know all those rock stuffs.

Ah, yes, nothing else to say and ... really means that I couldn't say anything much at all for now but wait till next time >: )

Fiddling Around with Languages

Just the other day I thought of learning different languages but, hey, I couldn't I don't have much time and dedication for they'll all mix in my head. Anyways, learning something foreign takes time for its new to all of us.

Learning a foreign language takes time and dedication. The reasons below may help to convince you to take the plunge, if such persuasion is needed. Some reasons are practical, some aspirational, some intellectual and others sentimental, but whatever your reasons, having a clear idea of why you're learning a language can help to motivate you in your studies.

When you move to a different country or region, learning the local language will help you to communicate and integrate with the local community. Even if many of the locals speak your language, for example if your L1 is English and you move to the Netherlands, it's still worth your while learning the local language. Doing so will demonstrate your interest in and commitment to the new country. Nifty huh?

Ever tried singing a song in a different language. Don't you want to learn all about that kind eh?
Perhaps you just like the sound of a particular language when it's spoken or sung. Or you find the written form of a language attractive. If you like singing, learning songs in other languages can be interesting, challenging and enjoyable. If you're a bit of a linguaholic or whatever you call someone who is fascinated by languages and enjoys learning them, then one language is never enough. 0_o