I'm nicer than nice and I'm nice to nice people.

Dear Diary,

Are you nice?

I am.

Whether you believe it or not, I am. N. I. C. E.

Yes!

Not the nicey-nosey-overly nice though because I still get some I-don't-like first impressions from people. (snob, rude, strict... please! Don't judge the book by its bookmark.)

But I'm the type who would be nice to you once you're nice to me. And once you realize that I'm not S-R-S and that I'm completely the other way around. 

If you would know me better, you'll know I'm nicer than "nice" and I'm nice to nice people.

And lastly,

Alright? So, be nice!

-The Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional" Blog-

Inhale. Exhale. So, help me God.

Dear Diary,

Have you ever encountered that feeling of not being able to breathe well?

That's what I'm feeling right now. It's hard to grasp air and when I do, my back screams in pain.

I'm so sick and tired of this. So sick and tired. Literally. Figuratively.

Inhale. Exhale. So, help me God.

-The Emotional Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional" Blog-

P.S. Ohh cough! Please go away!

Time to hit the sacks. Sucks.

Dear Diary,

It is so 'what-the-hell-has-happened-moment' to know that you have been "slashed off" from the original plan. Isn't it?

That moment when you already expected something because it has already been confirmed, then all of sudden, there's a change of plan... and you're no longer part of it.

Jawbreaking! (if there is such thing) Much more if you have prepared for it, right? It's like WHHHHAAATTT??!!! With matching cover-your-face award! Jeez.

And you simply don't have a choice but back-off, do something else, and pretend you're ok.

Well, I'm not.

Time to hit the sacks. Sucks.

-The Emotional Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional" Blog-

This is a curious case of a Nosy B*tch!

Dear Diary,

I just really don't get it when people meddle over a relationship they knew nothing about. It's a nuisance. Pathetic. Uncalled for.

Why can't they just stop giving unsolicited advise and hasty generalization? They don't even know the context of the situation! More so, they don't even know the person yet. Please. 

This is a curious case of a Nosy B*tch!

Maybe, they do that because:

1. They got nothing to do with their life but stick their noses to other people's issues.

2. They are born to be bitter. 

3. They are just jealous.

4. They are unhappy and they want others to be like that too. (Geez.)

5. They have issues with themselves and their relationships but they are just too preoccupied with ruining that of others. 

How I wish they could just back-off and try to make themselves happy. "Life is too precious to waste". And certainly, minding other people's business is a waste of time. It doesn't even help at all.

Well, if you're like that, I'm sorry men! Go get a life! 

Mwah.

-The Emotional Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional Blog-

I was excited to come home. I thought I would end this day with a smile. But...

Dear Diary,

I was excited to come home. I thought I would end this day with a smile.

I was tired but I wanted to be awake because I wanna make up for my absence.

But tears fell. And continue to fall.

Because I realized that at the end of the day, my decisions would always be wrong.

And I would never do things right. 

I just wish to be happy.

I want joy!

Stop killing me, please.

Sick and tired.

Dear Diary,

SICK and TIRED.

Sick. Got colds. Got cough. Got fever. How cool is that?

Tired. I don't wanna work. I wanna sleep. Can I have a long vacation?

Pleaassseee...

 -The Emotional Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional" Blog-

 

The boy who likes me. Kids these days

Dear Diary, 

Today, I saw a boy.

The boy who likes me.

And remember, he is my student. 

And I teach 2nd graders.

How did I know?

Last Friday during my class on their section, I noticed that there was a group of pupils who kept on looking at me while they were talking (Disclaimer: I allowed them to talk that time because I gave them a group activity.) and they have this "teasing" smiles.

One of the girls came to me and said that one boy in that group LIKES me. Not the "I like the teacher" type but the "crush"type.

And there the boy blushed. His face was so red. And the other students teased.They pushed him towards me but the boy resisted.

I was speechless for a little while. I did not know what to say. I tried to ignore by going to another group and check their work.

.......................................................

To make the story short, I ended up having a sermon talk on rules and regulations inside the classroom and teacher-student/ student-student relationship. Of course, my role is to be their second mother and them, my own kids. Emphasized that to them.

And whenever I see that boy again, I can't help but smile.

KIDS THESE DAYS. 

Wew!!!!

-The Emotional Blogger of "The Diary of an Emotional" blog-