You'll never know happiness until you know sadness...
Most sad people torture themselves more by listening to the saddest songs there could ever be. And when we hear a song we can very much relate to, we listen to it over and over again. It's funny how we sing along the song, relish the lines, cry at times, endure the pain it causes, and still, play it repeatedly.
I am guilty of doing these things. I'm a hopeless romantic. I try to show toughness on the outside but I'm vulnerable inside. Whenever I'm down, broke up with someone, depressed and stressed out, I like reading sadder stories, listening to heartbreaking songs and watching tearjerkers. But most of the time, I relate my situation to songs.
Let me share with you the songs I usually listen to when I'm broken:
1. Somewhere down the road.
"Somewhere down the road,
our roads are gonna cross again,
it doesn't really matter when."
2. My immortal - Evanescence
"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"
and
"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along"
3. It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday - BoyzIIMen
"If we get to see tomorrow
I hope it's worth all the wait
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday"
4. I love you, Goodbye. - Celine Dion
"Leaving someone when you love someone
Is the hardest thing to do
When you love someone as much as I love you.."
5. I'll be Over You - Toto
"There were the nights holding you close..
Someday I'll try to forget them
Someday I'll be over you..."
6. Better in Time - Leona Lewis
Thought I couldn’t live without you
"It’s gonna hurt when it heals too, oh yeah
(It’ll all get better in time)
Even though I really loved you
I’m gonna smile ’cause I deserve to
(It’ll all get better in time)"
7. Only Reminds Me of You
"I tried to run from your side
But each place I hide
Only Reminds Me of you"
These are the songs I listen to all the time when I'm gloomy. I feel consoled whenever I hear these songs. Just like now...
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
A Proud Moment
Last Saturday was Bjorn's moving up day.
I was probably the most excited of all. Excited. Proudest. Bjorn's school classified the top students of each level in three categories -- WITH HONORS, WITH HIGH HONORS, and WITH HIGHEST HONORS.
Bjorn had been in WITH HONORS for three consecutive quarters. On his moving up day, he got a bronze medal for being one of the top students in nursery. He was also recognized for his VERBAL AND LINGUISTICS skills in which he got another award.
As working parents, we were so proud of what Bjorn had become. With my few hours in the mornings to teach him, and another few hours of my husband's time in the afternoon, Bjorn was able to pull through his first year of formal education.
When he was just barely 3 years old, I already introduced him to a classroom-style teaching. I bought him some flashcards, white board, educational charts, more books, pencils, crayons, eraser and some notebooks. I didn't know that he would be that interested in studying. There were even some days when he was the one reminding me to 'study'.
When he first stepped in his school, he was a bit hesitant. He didn't want to be left there. He would cry when he didn't see me. The first few weeks were difficult. After some months, whenever I saw him off to school, he would tell me to leave. At first I had a feeling of hurt. My son did not need me anymore. But I realized that he was already independent. He did not need mommy at those moments. He could survive at school. And then again, it made me proud of him.
Bjorn's as ordinary as other kids are. He loves playing, dancing, singing, running, watching cartoons, eating ice cream and pizza and having afternoon naps. What makes him special is that he always makes us proud. He always gives us something to smile about.
I would never forget how he walked on that platform -- with pride and elegance -- and how he showed his 'certificate' to all the people in that hall. I would never forget how I felt that time -- a feeling beyond happiness, indescribable -- that I nearly burst into tears.
I was probably the most excited of all. Excited. Proudest. Bjorn's school classified the top students of each level in three categories -- WITH HONORS, WITH HIGH HONORS, and WITH HIGHEST HONORS.
Bjorn had been in WITH HONORS for three consecutive quarters. On his moving up day, he got a bronze medal for being one of the top students in nursery. He was also recognized for his VERBAL AND LINGUISTICS skills in which he got another award.
As working parents, we were so proud of what Bjorn had become. With my few hours in the mornings to teach him, and another few hours of my husband's time in the afternoon, Bjorn was able to pull through his first year of formal education.
When he was just barely 3 years old, I already introduced him to a classroom-style teaching. I bought him some flashcards, white board, educational charts, more books, pencils, crayons, eraser and some notebooks. I didn't know that he would be that interested in studying. There were even some days when he was the one reminding me to 'study'.
When he first stepped in his school, he was a bit hesitant. He didn't want to be left there. He would cry when he didn't see me. The first few weeks were difficult. After some months, whenever I saw him off to school, he would tell me to leave. At first I had a feeling of hurt. My son did not need me anymore. But I realized that he was already independent. He did not need mommy at those moments. He could survive at school. And then again, it made me proud of him.
Bjorn's as ordinary as other kids are. He loves playing, dancing, singing, running, watching cartoons, eating ice cream and pizza and having afternoon naps. What makes him special is that he always makes us proud. He always gives us something to smile about.
I would never forget how he walked on that platform -- with pride and elegance -- and how he showed his 'certificate' to all the people in that hall. I would never forget how I felt that time -- a feeling beyond happiness, indescribable -- that I nearly burst into tears.
I love you son. Mom always will. :)
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