As someone who spends most of the day in front of a PC, it is very frustrating when you’ve got poor internet connection. Even worse if you’ve got NO connection at all.

Well there are some things you could actually do even when you’re not connected to the world.. err.. internet.

Here are some tips – the AYA way.

Rant.

Don’t let your frustrations bottle up inside you. Let it out. Speak. Write. Sing. As long as you’re able to express yourself. Just know your limitations. You’ll feel a little lighter afterwards. But you won’t still get your internet connection. :p

Plug and unplug.

Try to get that connection back.
Unplug the wire for the router. Wait for 10 seconds. Plug it again. Wish it worked.
Open the Network Connection dialog box. Go to the Support tab. Click on Repair. 
Open the Command Prompt. Ping.
Open browser. Refresh.
You’re actually doing something even without internet connection.

Be productive.

Clean your room. Create desktop applications. Doodle. Make homework. Do exercise. Blog.
Well, right at this very moment, I’m writing this one and I’ll be publishing this once I have my connection back. Even without being online, I was able to add a new post for my blog. Wasn’t that productive? Yay!

Have fun!

Play offline games. Here are some suggested games: Plants vs Zombies, Monopoly, Temple Run, Fantasy X Runner and of course, Minesweeper.
Watch TV. Listen to music. Go out. Eat. Board games. Watch a movie – so it’s best if you have a collection of DVD’s there or you have a bunch of downloaded movies. Share jokes. Laugh.
When you’re busy having fun, you would even forget you didn’t have internet connection.

Talk to someone.

Call someone. Send your friends an SMS. Go out of your room and meet your folks. Maybe you’re spending too much time on the internet that they might actually forgot you exist. XD
Spend time with your family and friends. Have a nice chit-chat.
And if you’re unsure to whom you should talk to, talk to Him. (:
He’s the best listener you could ever have.

Sleep.

When you’re too tired to fight against boredom and you’re too lazy to do anything, take a nap. Rest. Sleep. Go to your dreams where not even the internet can bring you.

Daydream.

Want to do nothing but don’t want to sleep?
Well, let your mind wander. You’re not doing anything – well, at least, physically – but you’re also literally not sleeping. Let your imagination bring you to places and events you can never see even with the internet.

Well, this basically sums up what I – AYA – would do if there’s no internet connection. I understand how frustrating it is but maybe this serves as a blessing in disguise. We spend most of our time in the internet that we actually didn’t notice the things around us. Maybe this is the chance we could appreciate what’s really dear to us.

But even so…

It’s still good to have that connection back. XD

** images are taken from the internet.

Here we are again. This is where we part ways. I kept my mouth shut up until the moment we let go of each other’s hand.
He waved me goodbye as he said “Let’s do this again next time.” 
Deep inside I was hoping that “next time” would come very soon.

A lot of things then come running inside my mind – things I want him to know.
I wasn’t able to tell him. Maybe today isn’t the day for that.

I prepared the perfect speech to tell him how I really feel.
I know this would be awkward but I just have to let him know. I just can’t hide these feelings anymore, I just have to tell him.

I made sure every word I will use is correct – that it would never create any misunderstanding. I prepared myself for possible questions to be raised later on.
It’s as if I am preparing myself for a thesis defense.

I then decided that the next time we would meet, I would definitely tell him.
This may be the last time we could be together because of what I have to say.
But that doesn’t matter, he just has to know.

Days passed and the urge to confess to him grew stronger.

My phone beeped. I’ve got a new message from him saying he wants us to meet tomorrow. This is it. This is my chance to finally tell him how I really feel.

I reviewed everything as if I am going to take some major exam.
I got all the words organized and the way of saying them perfected.
With all these preparations, I feel that I could finally tell him without fail.

The next day, I waited for him at the usual meeting place.
My head was full of things I would tell him.
Just then, someone poked me from behind.
As I turned to face who it was, it was him.
He smiled and said “Hi! Did you wait long?”

All those thoughts inside my head vanished.
The only thing inside my mind that time was “I’m glad I get to be together with him now.”

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Here we are again – about to part ways. I decided to keep my mouth shut up until the moment we let go of each other’s hand. I feared that this would be the last time we could be like this if I would tell him.
He waved me goodbye as he said “See you next time.” 

A lot of things then come running inside my mind – things I failed to say to him.
I sighed and thought, “Maybe today isn’t the day for that. I’ll just tell him next time.”

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I’ve been opening this blog page – yeah, this one (ayisharu.blogspot.com) – in the office, hoping to see new posts on the blog list that would entertain me. So I was quite shocked when I opened this at home and found this message.

My instant reaction was “WHAT THE AMF!? I haven’t done anything!!”

But when I continued reading, I realized that I don’t need to go “ga-ga”.

To solve this, I had no choice but to remove the site – yeah, the one mentioned there (www[dot]mcbilly[dot]com) – from my blog list. Sorry. And no link as well. 

Anyways, I’m not writing this one to blame anyone or whatsoever.
I’m posting this to tell everyone that time waits for no one.. is now UNBLOCKED.
Yeah. The site is safe. No need to worry. (:

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I’ve been living my entire life the way others want it.
“It’s for the best”, they say.
“This is what’s good for you”, they say.
But they have never asked me, “What do you really want?”

I’ve been living my life as if it wasn’t really mine.
I have to do things so that others would be happy.
I have to NOT do things so that they won’t get angry.
But have they ever wondered what I really want to do?

I want to get out of here – live that life outside of these chains that bind me.
I want to escape, I want to flee..
I just want to live.

Just when I thought I felt a little happiness, everyone just put me in chains again.
This time, even tighter.
I never thought that deciding on what I really want would anger them so much.
They claim they’re disappointed .. They’re hurt.
But I wonder if it hurts more than the pain of not being able to live the life the way you wanted it to be.

Trying to reason out is futile.
They’re always right.
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Always.

And right straight to my face, accuse me:

“YOU ARE WRONG.”

Why?

Is it really?

Is it really wrong to want a little freedom?

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Is it really wrong to live?

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** What’s expressed here is not of the author’s. I just got a little inspiration from someone with somehow-but-not-entirely the same situation.

Hey there. So I said that I won’t be entertaining declamation piece requests. But then I was moved by some of the comments of my dear readers and blog visitors that I can’t help but grant them. I feel happy knowing that I was able to be of help.

So today, I would be posting some but I would have to redirect you to the source. I don’t want to get all the credit so I have to route you to where I really got the pieces.

This post is for you, guys. (:

** Disclaimer: Again, I want to remind everyone that I am not the author of any of the declamation pieces that will be posted here.

The Lost Girl

I am a girl, young in heart and in mind…
I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing
but play,play and play…

I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares!
Instead,you will see me roaming around
standing at the nearby canto,
or hanging around at the sari-sari store
standing beside the jukebox stand…

One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me
how to behave, to live, and appreciate all the
beautiful things in life.
Would you like to know what she told me?
She said… " Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my
majong session! " So I turned to my father to console me.
But what a wonderful word he did tell me…
" Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos,
go and ask your teacher about that question…

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I Killed Him Because I Love Him

Honourable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines judge me, am I guilty or not guilt?

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.
There was a young girl seventeen years of age with a curvaceous body 36, 24, 26, a long hair and sizzling eyes.
Being rich as she was she studied at an exclusive school.

Oh my gosh! I met this guy. He's the best player in our basketball team, and he's the heartthrob of our school.

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Am I to be Blamed?

They’re chasing me, they’re chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now, yes enough for my starving mother and brothers.

Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me. Very well, officers? take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters. But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed medicine.

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Tonight’s sky is very clear.
There are a lot of stars.
But I still feel like something’s missing.
And then I realized, I was looking for the moon.

Maybe this is also the exact same reason I am finding it hard to let go.

I may be in a happy crowd or in a joyous get-together, but I am yearning for something that is not there.
Something that I’ve been planning to let go yet I never really wanted to.

What is it I really wanted?

Let’s have a break from all my “this-post-does-not-necessarily-have-any-deeper-meaning-but-I-just-want-to-make-you-curious” posts.

Today, I am just going to share what I dreamt last night. [:
And I’ll try to make this post short, as well.
Here it goes.

I’m already married.
Well, that’s what and how I felt in my dream.
I’m already living with my husband… and with his mom.
In real life, I would not like that to happen.
Well, I really had nothing against it in my dream, though. I and his mother got along just fine.
Other than being married and living under the same roof with his mother, I am a housewife… yeah. Just a housewife – which is something I never really wanted to become in real life.

Anyways, every time my husband comes home from work, he would give me a small pack of Ovalteenies. (You can search it up on Google if you are not familiar with this) Just one pack. Nothing more.

This just became our everyday routine.
He goes to work.
I’m left on the house.
He comes back from work.
He gives me a pack of Ovalteenies.
And the day is over.

There’s not even time for a “couple chit-chat”.

One day, he got home and gave me the pack of Ovalteenies.
He then went straight to the kitchen.
I got something out from my room. It was the Ovalteenies from the other day which I haven’t eaten yet. And then I thought that eventually, pack of Ovalteenies will just then pile up.
That’s when I realized I got sick of how monotonous our life has become.

I got the chance to talk to him in private.
I went straight to the point and told him that I am no longer happy with the way we are. And what’s with the Ovalteenies every day? He could’ve given me something else for a change.
He was also kind of upset and he said something back. I just forgot what it was.
The next thing I remembered was that I really felt sorry for what I said.

The next day when he returned from work, I apologized to him.
He then got something out from his pocket.
It was another pack of Ovalteenies.
He handed it to me and said:
“I am also sorry. I just thought that you’d love the Ovalteenies since this is your favorite. I’ll try to understand you better from now on.”

I was moved. I hugged him saying that I am the one who’s sorry and that I am the one who needs to understand him more.

And that’s the end of my short dream.

In life, we don’t usually notice the small things. What we don’t know is that the simplest actions are actually the ones that mean something more.

Take a look around you.
There may be a lot of Ovalteenies life has to offer that you failed to appreciate. [: