Birth date

This weekend, I celebrated my big 2-8th. While my date had made last minute changes to our agreement on how to spend the day, to my annoyance, the day went alright. Later on, I checked my social network account and was thrilled to see that there are many people who took the time to greet me on my birthday. As an adult and a parent, I don't have much expectations about celebrating occasions like this. I pretty much have settled on the compromises I need to make...being a busy parent and career woman and being everything that I am right now. I am practically catching my breath to keep up. Well, I think I need a break and a good break shall I have.Good night everyone!

One and Only

While I am out of words to write ... I just wanted to share this spot-on soulful song, which describes the very person who makes me smile everyday. salamat sa pagtatama ng lahat ng mga mali sa buhay ko... MAHAL... THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME THIS MUCH ...

I Miss Writing

Since I entered a new career, I never got the chance to write something other than plans, exams, grades and evaluation points. I never had the chance to post one decent blog entry. I never had the chance to feel, to whine or even to breathe and just think because all the time was spend running around for tasks that seem to never end - tasks that take away so much time, keeping me from doing all the things that I used to do. It's like having a new baby. My job tends to wrap me into a world where I can never do other things than the daunting tasks of keeping up. whew! sometimes it really tires me so much, I am pulling strings to keep my battery, wits and sanity up. But who said professional careers were easy to start anyway. so I need to stop whining and start delivering whatever is needed or rather demanded from me. so got to go away again guys. 'till my next "not-so-in-haste-made" blog entry.

YOU

Who honor those who we love for the very life that we live? Who sends monsters to kill us? And at the same time says that we will never die? Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who change us and who holds the key that can set us free? ...IT'S YOU. YOU HAVE ALL THE WEAPONS YOU NEED... NOW FIGHT!

arrogance

In my the past few weeks, I never expected to have met so many huge egos and arrogant people in my everyday life. I was pretty confident that everything will turn out fine. However, though one can do so much, it is what it is and that's what happened. At their very young age, I was surprised to be dealing with people who are not supposed to be as arrogant and disrespectful. Pity, I thought they were all good and every day they prove me wrong. They are young but they are what they are. All I can hope is that I won't cave in to the urge to give them the kind of treatment that their attitudes are asking for.

Education

In my current job as an educator, I had much expectations at how demanding it is in terms of time, effort and even patience. Sometimes, it makes me think and compare how easy my work was as a copywriter, having the time to just sit back and write as my thoughts soared, but then it also convinces me that this job allows me to share more and explore more to be part of the development of the students I care for. This way, the job also allows me to learn so much more and explore more of what I am capable of. Both jobs do not sit well on my body clock, both jobs drove me to wake up at 2 AM just to get everything settled and done when the actual work hours start. I have made my choice and I wouldn't want to have chosen otherwise.

Now that I am a teacher, I remembered how my aunts used to take painstaking hours doing their lesson plans, quizzes and exams and even their tedious methods of computing every student's grade/rating. Now that I am in the position of continuing this noble but unspoken and undeclared calling, which my family seem to be part of, I wanted to give more as I always did in every task I was given.

This may not mean anything to my young students, but I take this job very seriously. I just hope they listen more. It is somehow painful to see that all those efforts be put to waste because I may have overlooked the importance of catching their attention. It is often a source of frustration on my part that I find it a bit challenging to make students interested in my discussions, especially when the subject I teach is perhaps very far from their interests. They would rather love to study about science and math than study social issues, history and home economics. This is a challenge I am willing to rule out. I am laying out many ways on how to make the "uninteresting" somehow relatable and "interesting" to these young minds' taste. I have to. I need to. I shall will them to learn. That is a promise.

I have surpassed many challenges in my academic life, I know this is but another challenge that will mark my sleeve. The only difference is that if I pull it off, I served my purpose and that the young minds I nurture will gain much more.

Sensitive Much?

I admit that I am awfully sensitive whenever somebody comments on how I parent my child, especially if that somebody is my mother. Honestly, I don't look forward to being nagged at how to do things, I believe that my years on earth have given me enough know-how to work around things...or so I thought. Then, we talked about our issues and even my issues on how to do better in handling my child, and to my surprise, I saw her point clearly, which of course made me feel quite off. Bottomline is that I am lucky to have a mother, who immediately corrects me if I am about to do things the wrong way - well in her eyes at least. Experience may be what I am lacking, but my mother has lots of that. I have to give it to her, she talks of things that I really don't have any knowledge or insight of how things may turn out. Though I have faith in myself, sometimes, I needed to be cracked to take a better perspective at things I might be doing wrong, but not intentionally. I guess my mother is just doing her job, parenting me, raising me still even when I am already one... then I thought, parenting never stops and it crosses the boundaries of learning everything about family life.