Tuesday, November 03, 2009

F.Y.I. Where to be During an Earthquake

F.Y.I. Where to be During an Earthquake

Remember that stuff about hiding under a table or standing in a doorway?? Well, this guy has a completely reverse opinion. This is very interesting, different from what we were all taught.

Boy! Is this ever an eye opener. Directly opposite of what we've been taught over the years! I can remember in school being told to, 'duck and cover' or stand in a doorway during an earthquake. This guy's findings is absolutely amazing. I hope we all remember his survival method if we are ever in an earthquake!!!

Please read this and pass the info along to your family members; it could save their lives someday!


My name is Doug Copp. I am the Rescue Chief and Disaster Manager of the
American Rescue Team International (ARTI), the world's most experienced
rescue team. The information in this article will save lives in an earthquake.

I have crawled inside 875 collapsed buildings, worked with rescue teams
from 60 countries, founded rescue teams in several countries, and I am a
member of many rescue teams from many countries.

I was the United Nations expert in Disaster Mitigation for two years. I
have worked at every major disaster in the world since 1985, except for
simultaneous disasters.

The first building I ever crawled inside of was a school in Mexico City
during the 1985 earthquake. Every child was under its desk. Every child
was crushed to the thickness of their bones. They could have survived by
lying down next to their desks in the aisles. It was obscene, unnecessary and
I wondered why the children were not in the aisles. I didn't at the time
know that the children were told to hide under something.

Simply stated, when buildings collapse, the weight of the ceilings
falling upon the objects or furniture inside crushes these objects, leaving a
space or void next to them. This space is what I call the 'triangle of life'.
The larger the object, the stronger, the less it will compact. The less the
object compacts, the larger the void, the greater the probability that
the person who is using this void for safety will not be injured. The next
time you watch collapsed buildings, on television, count the 'triangles' you
see formed. They are everywhere. It is the most common shape, you will see,
in a collapsed building.


1) Most everyone who simply 'ducks and covers' WHEN BUILDINGS COLLAPSE are
crushed to death. People who get under objects, like desks or cars, are crushed.

2) Cats, dogs and babies often naturally curl up in the fetal position.
You should too in an earthquake. It is a natural safety/survival instinct. You can survive
in a smaller void. Get next to an object, next to a sofa, next to a large bulky object
that will compress slightly but leave a void next to it.

3) Wooden buildings are the safest type of construction to be in during
an earthquake. Wood is flexible and moves with the force of the earthquake.
If the wooden building does collapse, large survival voids are created.
Also, the wooden building has less concentrated, crushing weight. Brick
buildings will break into individual bricks. Bricks will cause many injuries but
less squashed bodies than concrete slabs.

4) If you are in bed during the night and an earthquake occurs, simply
roll off the bed. A safe void will exist around the bed. Hotels can achieve a
much greater survival rate in earthquakes, simply by posting a sign on The back
of the door of every room telling occupants to lie down on the floor, next to
the bottom of the bed during an earthquake.

5) If an earthquake happens and you cannot easily escape by getting out
the door or window, then lie down and curl up in the fetal position next to
a sofa, or large chair.

6) Most everyone who gets under a doorway when buildings collapse is
killed. How? If you stand under a doorway and the doorjamb falls forward or
backward you will be crushed by the ceiling above. If the door jam falls
sideways you will be cut in half by the doorway. In either case, you will be killed!

7) Never go to the stairs. The stairs have a different 'moment of
frequency' (they swing separately from the main part of the building).
The stairs and remainder of the building continuously bump into each
other until structural failure of the stairs takes place. The people who get
on stairs before they fail are chopped up by the stair treads - horribly
mutilated. Even if the building doesn't collapse, stay away from the
stairs. The stairs are a likely part of the building to be damaged. Even if the
stairs are not collapsed by the earthquake, they may collapse later when
overloaded by fleeing people. They should always be checked for safety,
even when the rest of the building is not damaged.

8) Get Near the Outer Walls Of Buildings Or Outside Of Them If Possible
- It is much better to be near the outside of the building rather than
the interior. The farther inside you are from the outside perimeter of the
building the greater the probability that your escape route will be

9) People inside of their vehicles are crushed when the road above falls
in an earthquake and crushes their vehicles; which is exactly what happened
with the slabs between the decks of the Nimitz Freeway. The victims of
the San Francisco earthquake all stayed inside of their vehicles. They were
all killed. They could have easily survived by getting out and sitting or
lying next to their vehicles. Everyone killed would have survived if they had
been able to get out of their cars and sit or lie next to them. All the
crushed cars had voids 3 feet high next to them, except for the cars that had
columns fall directly across them.

10) I discovered, while crawling inside of collapsed newspaper offices
and other offices with a lot of paper, that paper does not compact.
Large voids are found surrounding stacks of paper.

Spread the word and save someone's life... The Entire world is
experiencing natural calamities so be prepared!

'We are but angels with one wing, it takes two to fly'

In 1996 we made a film, which proved my survival methodology to be
correct. The Turkish Federal Government, City of Istanbul , University of
Istanbul Case Productions and ARTI cooperated to film this practical, scientific
test. We collapsed a school and a home with 20 mannequins inside. Ten
mannequins did 'duck and cover,' and ten mannequins I used in my
'triangle of life' survival method. After the simulated earthquake collapse we
crawled through the rubble and entered the building to film and document the
results. The film, in which I practiced my survival techniques under
directly observable, scientific conditions , relevant to building collapse, showed
there would have been zero percent survival for those doing duck and cover.

There would likely have been 100 percent survivability for people using
my method of the 'triangle of life.' This film has been seen by millions
of viewers on television in Turkey and the rest of Europe , and it was seen
in the USA , Canada and Latin America on the TV program Real TV

Monday, September 28, 2009


I downloaded Leap Frog movies to give to my student who needs help in reading. I also tutor him privately. Arolf wanted to watch them coz two of the movies were new and Papa has not given them those yet.

While he was watching it, Anton watched with him.

When they were done, Anton went down and said (pronouncing the letter sounds):

C - R - AP! (k - er - ap)
C - R- AP! (k - er - ap)

salbahe talaga. at mas salbahe ako kasi hindi ko magawang magalit. tawa ako ng tawa. bad!


Aileen was helping him with his project... eh they were going to construct a bridge... so Aileen wanted to buy popsicle sticks for it. I said tomorrow na lang.


Anton: Ma! Yung popstickle sticks ah!


the flood

Woke up today at 4 AM coz I am having difficulty breathing... I've been sick since Friday. It became worse when I went to school (PNU) on Saturday. I was really going to attend my Philo class coz I have a report to submit and present.

When I got there, the rain wasn't really that hard, but 15 minutes into my report, all hell broke loose. PNU was submerged in an inch of water already. Our professor wasn't aware of the situation, and my classmates and I were chicken to tell him so.

When class was over, I decided to act fast and start to walk home so I won't get stranded. When I saw the scene outside, I was shocked. There was water everywhere. I didn't hesitate, I waded through the knee-deep murky waters. All the time I was thinking and praying that I don't get sicker and get diseases that are far worse than cough and colds. Being a transplant patient, I can't get sick, coz it might cause a rejection.

When big trucks drove by, waves just hit us and there was this one time that I hit the wall coz of the strong wave. I was worried about manholes, so I just follow the people before me.

I walked from PNU to SM Manila, I bought a muffin from French Baker, ate it while walking towards the exit, and then I saw that the water outside SM was deeper. People began riding pedicabs, so I took one. Bad move! It made no difference coz the water was so deep. I also got my clothes wet, unlike when I was walking with my umbrella, only my pants got wet. And I had to pay 40 bucks for the short ride.

Anyway, when I got to the LRT, I was relieved to see that it was not full. When I alighted and saw Libertad, I was dumbfounded. I have never seen our place like this. The water was not that deep like in Manila, but it was flowing! It was going to the Baclaran side. I walked home, and was sickened of the things I saw floating on the water. I hate to say this but PNU area flood water, I just saw bottles and leaves. Here in Libertad.... grabe! Major clean-up, Mayor Peewee!

Our street, which have never experienced flood, is ankle deep in water. As soon as I got inside the house, I took off my clothes and bathe. Of course, cough and colds got worse, but as of now, I don't feel anything that will indicate a far worse disease. Thank Heavens for that.

It's good that we don't have classes until tomorrow, coz I have a lot of things to do and I haven't had the energy to do it since the flood. I made an attempt to do it (computing grades) but cough and colds (and the lack of electricity) won, and I jumped back on my bed to rest.

Today, I will be cleaning the house of all the things that we don't need so we can donate them to the flood victims. I have finished with shoes and slippers, and I think I've gathered about 20 pairs in all. As soon as my Mom and the kids wake up, we will gather clothes and stuff.

I am also going to text my donations to the Red Cross today as soon as I get myself off this chair. Here are helpful information on how to help:

Things you may want to donate:

1) Bottled Water
2) Instant Noodles (preferably in bowl packaging like Nissin or Lucky Me)
3) Canned Goods w/ pull tab cover (no can opener available in relief centers)
4) Bread or Biscuits
5) Coffee or Juice
6) Multivitamins (preferably Vitamin C)
7) Medicines (Paracetamol, Ibuprofen, Loperamide, Betadine)
8) Blankets
9) Old but wearable clothes
10) Slippers/ Flip flops
11) Alcohol
12) Some organizations will accept cash donations.
13) Anti-mosquito Lotion

For babies/toddlers:
14) Diapers
15) Milk/ Infant Formula

For USA Residents:
1) Help in the typhoon relief effort by calling ABS-CBN Foundation USA toll-free 1-800-527-2820

2) American Red Cross call 1-800-435-7669

For those near ABS-CBN:
Help pack relief goods at Sagip Kapamilya at #13 Examiner St. They are also looking for people willing to go to provinces and distribute the goods.

For those near The Philippine Daily Inquirer Office or a McDonald’s Branch:
Go to: 1098 Chino Roces Ave. cor. Mascardo and Yague Streets, Makati City or to any of its classified ads branches and to any Mcdonald’s Branch within Metro Manila
Hotline: 8978808 loc.260 and look for Megi Garcia

For the Cebuanos who want to help:
Please click on the link>> Living For A Cause

For those near a La Salle School:
(OPLAN: Sagip Metro) DLSZ (Ayala Alabang, Muntinlupa) and LSGH (Greenhills) are now accepting relief goods and looking for volunteers from 8am to 6pm. DLSU- Manila (Taft Avenue) will accept relief goods as early as 8:00 A.M. at South Gate

For those near Ateneo De Manila:
Go To: Ateneo de Manila University, Loyola Heights , Quezon City
Manuel V. Pangilinan Building Center for Student Leadership Lobby
University Dorm Cervini Hall

Hotlines: 09089977166, 09178952792, 4266001 local 5050

Operations: 24-hours operations for the entire week.

For those near a Petron Station or 2Go Branches:
Visit any Petron or 2GO Branches to drop off your donations.

Other Ways You Can Help:
1) Visit a branch of the Philippine National Red Cross and volunteer. You can also send donations using your mobile phone: text RED <space> AMOUNT and send to 2899 (GLOBE/TM) and 4483 (SMART/ TNT). Globe is accepting P300 txt donation.

2) Visit Citizens Disaster Response Center (CDRC)
Go To:
72-A Times St., West Triangle Homes , QC
Hotlines: 9299820, 9299822
Operations: 8 a.m. onwards.

3)Radio Veritas
Go To: Veritas Tower , West Ave. cor EDSA
Look For: Karla Turingan
Hotlines: 9257931 to 39, 0918VERITAS
Operations: 24-hours, tentatively until Tuesday.

4) Victory Fellowship- Fort Bonifacio
Go to: Victory Fellowship, Every Nation Building , across from Market-Market, Fort Bonifacio
Look for: Pastor Bernard Marquez
Hotlines: 813-FORT, 8171212
Operations: Tentatively until 5pm may may extend hours. Entire week until Friday.
Website: www.twitter.com/VictoryFort

5) Tulong Bayan
Go to: Balay Expo Center, EDSA (northbound) cor. Gen McArthur, Araneta Center (right across Samson College) or visit WhiteSpace 2314 Pasong Tamo Ext. beside Faith Christian School
Hotline: 09175273906/ 09086579998/ 9137122/ 9136254/ 9133306
Operations: Come as early as 8:00 a.m.
Open to volunteers/ cash and goods donation

6) World Vision Philippines
Go to: Quezon Avenue (near Delta Theatre)
Open to volunteers/ cash and goods donation

7) Corporate Network for Disaster Response
How to: Donate cash through BPI Ayala-Paseo Branch with account number 0031 0654 02

8) Luzon Relief
Go to: Renaissance Fitness Center, 2F, Bramante Bldg., Renaissance Towers, Ortigas, Meralco Ave., Pasig City
Hotline: 0929-8713488
Operations: 9am to 7pm Daily
Open to volunteers/goods donation

9) Brainbeam Events
Go to: 2F MB Aguirre Cornerhouse Bldg 15, President Ave. cor Elizalde St. BF Pque. Across old Caltex
Goods donation

Let's hope and pray that this crisis will soon be over and that we Filipinos get over this. Let's not dwell on irrational and heartless people (posters and account hackers, alike) who can make a joke out of people's sufferings and instead, focus all our rage in helping our countrymen.

Let's say a prayer for strength, unity, and blessings above.

Let's thank all Filipinos and Foreigners who helped us in this time of need. Kudos to Kris Aquino coz I really admired her yesterday because her being outspoken have gathered more than 20M in relief as I watched the marathon. To foreign artists on my Twitter account, I saw them making pledges and asking for more help for us.... Demi Moore and husband Ashton was among the first to do so.

To end this post, I would like to share what our Italian priest said during yesterday's Mass... when asked how to translate "Come to my house" in Filipino.... we Filipinos always say "Punta ka sa AMIN." showing our brotherhood and bayanihan spirit.

United we stand.

Monday, August 31, 2009

TTC Volume 2

Sibling Rivalry, according to the net, is some sort of a competition or animosity between brothers and/or sisters.

Having three children, I have witnessed different kinds of SR within my kids. With Tony, it always streams from jealousy, especially with Dale. My kids fight, they talk back, they say nasty things. Slight physical attacks are also involved.

Being a working mother, it's very difficult to handle SR. I have tried different kinds of discipline, and most of them only works for a short while.

One thing that I am sure of is, they only show their "true colors" at home and within familial presence. If you talk to their teachers, they say that my kids are very behaved in school. Anea and Tony both got Best in Conduct awards from their old school.

Even if they fight, I am sure that they love each other. It shows when one is down or have encountered difficulties especially in school. They try to encourage one another, especially when it involves Dale.

Tony is a menace to Dale, but if Dale is not at home, he misses him and asks for him. That goes the same for Dale.

Anyway, here is one example of how my children "hate" one another:

While we were going out of the house to go to Pasay Mall (to eat at Mang Inasal--a treat), we peeked in at Tito Erick's abode and saw Mika (Erika's dog) and she began barking at us.

I said "Bakit ganyan si Mika, nagbago na... dati naman hindi ganyan yan."

Tony: Oo nga. Sa kin din ganyan yan eh.

Anea: Sa kin hindi. Mabait yan sa kin.

Tony (matter-of-factly): Evil dog--Evil Sister.... makes perfect sense.

and the four of us laughed all the way to the mall.

Friday, August 28, 2009

I'm a Coward.

It has been known that Dale has been afraid of a handful of things. The rain was the first which surfaced. Until now, when it rains, I always think if Dale is doing okay in school. I have been worried for almost seven years now. I cannot help worrying over him, especially when I am not with him.

That is, until today.

When we were about to watch the Dolphin show at Ocean Adventure (Subic), one of the coordinators approached us and asked if we were willing to let Dale be a volunteer for the Dolphin Encounter portion. Of course, I have to ask Dale first. He thought for a moment and said yes. I told the coordinator that we'll give it a try.

I was worried about the ramp where he is going to walk on because it's just some sort of a float. But he walked slowly but bravely, and told us he can do it. I caught him on video practicing the moves he would have to make. Still, I cannot help worrying. You can hear me saying his name on video, worried that he might go over the fence, spinning like he was. I went back to my seat, because I'm not allowed to be with him, and then waited, wishing that everything will be fine.

Then, as if God was making fun of me.... it rained.

I ran back to the holding deck and told the coordinator that Dale was scared of the rain, so if she can please let me in, and that if she can find someone else.

And then I thought, maybe this is not God making fun of me, but God pushing Dale to go further showing him that there is nothing to be afraid of.

I then told her to talk to Dale first if he's willing to get wet in the rain.
She came back with a smile and said that Dale thought for a moment and said yes.

With more than a hundred people about to watch my son... they started watching me as I prayed. I said, please do not make it harder for him than it already is.... watching the other side of the sky... seeing the rain falling harder there... about to come to us still...

He came on the ramp without a care.

He went almost on the edge possibly without fear.

He touched the dolphin with careful hands.

He snapped his hand back when they said he could touch the dolphin's tongue.

He made them dance.
He made them dive.

All of these he did without me by his side.

At that moment, it felt like God was laughing in the heavens and telling me... "See? There really was nothing to be afraid of."

Because at that moment, I realized, I was the one who was scared.

Dale was there to make me brave, because he already is.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Turning Japanese

WARNING: Those with severe allergies sa "kabaduyan"... do not read!

I remember the time that Meteor Garden became very popular here. I remember my supervisor, Mel. She was so crazy about them F4. I didn't watch the series, didn't even care. I thought what's the fuss about? Sure, they may be cute. But I really couldn't picture myself watching it, waiting for each episode.

Kung meron man akong hilig about Korean, Chinese, Taiwanese, and Japanese.... eh yung pagkain! Hahahaha... Yung maki, sushi, kimchi, noodles, miso soup, kani, at kung ano-ano pa... kahit araw-araw mo kong pakainin niyan, solb!

and then came Lee Min Ho.

Deym! I felt like I was clutching a flagpole, and down came lightning from the sky, leaving me with a star-like scar. The first time I watched BOF, all I could of was how funny he was... yes, funny! Grabe, super babaw ko to the max. May poster pa nga ako ng lintek na yan sa kwarto ko eh. Pinagsasapantahan! *wahahahahahaha!*

So, I watched some more... and came to a point where I cannot wait for the next day... so I went out and got myself a DVD. I finished it in a day or two. It was very romantic.... *blush* and then, I couldn't just stop there, could I? Me... the human that will not rest until she gets answers. haha.

I wanted to compare BOF to Meteor Garden, so I went back, bought MG DVD, and found out, there was a Japanese version, Hana Yori Dango, so I bought that one, too.

That's when I started to realize.... I want to become a Japanese in my next life. *LOL* Gusto ko lang dun yung ka-kyut-an nung mga gamit... nung mga damit nila... at least kung nasa Japan ka, di ka papansinin kapag nag-boots ka... dito, stand-out! haha. tsaka basta ang cute ng mga things dun... so kawaii!!!

I found Hana Yori Dango to be intense. MG to be too dragging (masyadong mahaba and maraming drama). BOF was light and funny and I guess, better.... coz they have better-looking guys.

From then on, I came back to the shop and bought some more DVDs. Taiwanese, Japanese, Korean... hay. I couldn't get enough of them series. And I don't like the Tagalized versions. I want the original ones, coz I found out that words and thoughts get lost in translation.

What I like about them? Of course, for starters, new faces to see... new places to wonder... and new stories! Before, I haven't thought about vacationing abroad, now I wish I could go to those Asian countries and see all the places I saw in those series... I also began thinking why we didn't stick with alibata... their alphabet and writings are beautiful!

Don't get me wrong, I do watch Filipino teleseryes when I have time... What I don't like is waiting day by day for it to finish. With DVDs, I can just finish it in a span of 1 week if I'm busy, and a day if I'm not... and that's 14, 16 hours straight. Grabe, noh?

I'm done with Ms. No Good which is currently being shown... and it was funny.

Anyway, I have at least learned how to be open to new things, new cultures, new people, new languages, and new feelings... kahit sa DVD man lang.

Eto yung mga napanood ko na:

Friday, August 14, 2009

i'm gonna rant for a bit, ok?

i have been working for just 4 mos and i am now dead tired. i cannot blame anyone but me.

a year after the transplant and here i am, trying to do too many things all at the same time. i teach 3 kindergarten classes in a traditional preschool, and of the 71 students i handle, only about a quarter of them i totally love.

people always think that all children, regardless of whatever, are lovable. i guess, in a way, that is true.... if you are only handling 1 or just 10 children at a time.

but try to be with 25 kids in a situation like mine (including the environment -- noisy and humid) and i am sure that you can "hate" every one of them when they begin to be these little devils in pig-tailed disguises. when the other children from the other classes go crazy, of course, my kids also go loco.

i am to blame, coz i was very eager to teach that i have taken any other issues for granted. the environment i'll be in... the work hours i have to render... the pay... the people i am to work with. not that i don't find them good to work with/for... but sometimes, you think of all the things that could have been better and would have made my (our) teaching lives easier.

don't get me wrong... i am grateful of the experience. i have learned a lot in 4 mos, but no one is perfect and i am entitled to feel this way. *laughs*

just today, she told me that i was teaching/going too fast... that i have covered a lot already. i didn't answer coz i was thinking, how could i know what to teach at what time if she didn't give us a copy of the curriculum, or just what to teach for the month or week?

what she did before was dictate to us the things we need to tackle, and what i did was to plot them on a calendar... and i don't think that (based on what she dictated) i was going too fast coz all the concepts are within the scheduled semester. i know that i am going a little fast coz we're now halfway through our books, but that's what she dictated, and i am an obedient big bitch so i followed. so now, i'm scratching my head thinking where i went wrong and what i could do about it. and i dare not ask her coz *pointing to self* "me=bitch" haha!

aside from the classroom humidity and noise issues, there is also the issue of materials and equipment. sure, there are toys, manila paper, and stuff. but all materials should be teacher-made. and i mean ALL of them... even the pocketcharts! i have to make them from scratch. in this day and age of Teacher's Pet materials (endorsement!), i mean, how much will it cost the church/school to make our lives a little bit easier, and make the children's learning more interesting? even my brand-new CD player is not working! how can i use music to enhance learning then? If I could play the guitar, then it would not be a problem, but i couldn't. i told her about it and she told me that it's not her problem. what the??! so now i go acapella. seesh....

i don't know, i just couldn't get it. when i was doing my practicum, i thought that this is the profession i am suited for, but now, i am beginning to doubt myself.

aside from teaching, of course, my MA classes are also taking a toll on me. i now am thinking of just taking 2 subjects next semester. being in school the whole day and having to prepare for reports are tiring as well. when i am teaching, i am also thinking of my unfinished reports.

and then there are the kids. MY kids, of course. They go home everyday, shoving pieces of paper in my face. "(Tony) Buy a big soap for Makabayan!.... I just got 17/20!!! argh!!!..... I have this freakin' research to pass tomorrow, Ma, so I have to use the PC (Anea, of course).... Mum, I need a Filipiniana costume....(Dale)"

and then all I ask in return is always this: "Kelan kailangan to?/When do you need it?"

And the worst answer a busy mother could hope to hear--"bukas na./Tomorrow!"

Them kids... they think that I am a miracle worker! After waking up at 5am... being at work around 6:30am and leaving at 4pm.... they think that i have a magic wand somewhere to conjure a Filipiniana costume in a jiffy that they can wear tomorrow.

And what's with the soap for Makabayan? They have to carve it with a design. The teacher said, it is one of the "pantahanan" businesses you can do. Huh? And of course, Tony cannot possible handle that one coz he's allergic to ordinary soap (he can only use extra sensitive Dove that my Dad sends from the US and I won't have him use our stash for a project) so I have to do it myself. Thank God, Tony is all about simplicity. "Just carve my name there...." *sneezes*

Not to mention, Dale and Tony getting sick. After Dale's partial seizure last Friday, I had to bring him to the doctor for an EEG (which turned out normal) and I couldn't take my midterm exam in ECE 502. If my prof is to give me a special tomorrow, I am sure to flunk it coz i haven't had the time to check my notes. I haven't even finalized my report for ECE 501 yet.


So now, I am online and not doing anything worthwhile but this, and listening to people chant their gay contender's name outside our house since it's the Feast day of our Patron Saint on Sunday, so fiesta dito and a gay pageant is being held. In front of our house, no less. And with contestants that have bigger boobs than mine.

God. Help me.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Tony Chronicles part.... who cares?

with the ingenius participation of Kuya Dale, of course.

Tony: Ma, which is more important--the heart or the brain?

Me: both.

Tony: isa lang.

Me: both nga.

Arolf sumabat: Anton! Mommy's right. They're both important. Look, it's like the heart is the wife and the brain is the husband... the heart keeps the person alive by pumping blood into the body and the brain. The brain makes all the vital organs work.....

Tony sumabat: and who is their baby? The spleen?????

Anea and Me: *guffaw*


Me (calm): But Kuya, what if the husband and wife split up?

Arolf: Aw, Mommy! You make things complicated!

Tama, anak. LOL.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

happy wednesday

I didn't go to work Monday coz I went to the doctor. Results were okay, but I was sooo tired afterwards. I didn't go to work the next day coz of that. Hehe.

When I did go today, I saw that there was a sign for a Caritas sort of garage sale. My co-teacher and I browsed through it during our lunch break. Of course, nothing else caught my attention except for the books there.

First one I saw was Roald Dahl's Henry Sugar... mahaba yung title kaya yan na lang. I grabbed that one without asking how much it was (30 bucks pala).

And then, underneath that, was..... Stephenie Meyer's The Host. Yes, it wasn't an illusion. And it was in great condition. Though they said it's no Twilight, still, it's Meyer. Grabbed that one as well, and asked how much that was. I almost shed tears of joy when she said it's for a hundred bucks only. Nakita niya naman yung price sa likod... 599 at Powerbooks. Weh.... The nice lady obviously didn't know that the author is still popular today. Thank heavens, for that.

The next one I saw is The Sorcerer's Companion (Harry Potter)... which was not written by JK Rowling, but still costs around $15 at Barnes&Noble and goes for 250 bucks second-hand at ebay.ph. Bought it because it has nice illustrations, and it also costs 100.

And then I dug behind the stacks, and found these letters: P.S.

I grabbed that without looking fully at it and asked how much it was agad. The lady said it was for only 30 bucks. Can you just believe my luck? I wanted to buy P.S. I Love You by Ahern before pa kasi love ko yung movie, kaso lang nanghihinayang ako sa 359. Haha. Now I have it for 30 bucks. Grabe.

My co-teacher laughed at my bewilderment and happiness. Ang babaw ko daw pala.

After a very tiring Monday and a very rotten Tuesday, I got a happy Wednesday. yey!

Saturday, May 09, 2009

the ring

yung mga studyante ko, tinanong ako tungkol sa suot kong kwintas, kaya napagkatuwaan kong kunan ng litrato. dami ng palawit. kailangan kong sabihin sa kanila ang ibig sabihin ng lahat ng ito.

REICH -- pangalan ko yan. may ibig sabihin yan sa German. Pang-mayabang na pangalan kung seseryosohin mo. Sa kin, gusto ko lang ng spelling. haha.

Pagong -- kasi cute ang mga pagong. madami na ko niyan sa bahay. kaso sabi ng nanay ko, malas daw. so, si Chokie, ang buhay kong alaga.... ay ipamimigay na sa ibang tao, para sila naman ang malasin. joke! di ako naniniwala sa malas. pag naniwala ka dun, mamalasin ka talaga. wala sa Catholic dictionary ang term na malas. "magagalit si Jesus, cge ka!" <--yan ang madalas na sinasabi ng mga teacher sa students. Blasphemy!!!

St. Peregrine -- bigay sa kin to ni Tita Terry, nakalagay sa parang card, ginupit ko yan at ginawang palawit. May significance na rin yan sa kin, kasi St. Peregrine ang section ng advisory class ko nung nag-practicum ako. Tapos, nalaman ko na si St. Peregrine pala ang patron saint ng mga life-threatening diseases, gaya ng cancer at AIDS.

Singsing -- bagong dagdag. bigay sa kin yan ng panganay kong anak. Umuwi ako at nakita ko ang isang lobo sa kwarto ko. sa dulo nito, nakatali ang singsing na yan. May nakaukit sa loob. Sweet noh? Dinaig pa ang tatay niya. Hahahaha. Regalo niya yan sa kin ngayong mother's day. Ang dalawa ko pang anak, binigyan naman ako ng card. Di ko pa nakukunan ng pityur.

ah, oo nga pala... kaya naging pendant ang singsing... sa sobrang laki niya, pwede ko syang ilagay sa big toe ko. overboard ang pagiisip ng anak ko na kasi tumaba daw ako kaya ganun kalaki ang binili niya. kasabay nun, sinabi na niya na mahal daw bili nya dyan at wag na ko magreklamo. yun ang minana niya sa tatay niya. hahahaha.

Yun lang naman.

Happy Mother's Day sa lahat ng mga nanay!

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Bukas (isang dramang hindi kasali si Hayden Kho)

Bukas, isang taon na akong hindi nada-dialysis. Bukas, birthday ko. Para akong isang sanggol na kailangan pa rin ng tamang alaga at bitamina. Kailangang matuto uling gumapang, tumayo, at maglakad. Kailangang maranasang madapa, bago bumangon.

Bukas, aalalahanin ko ang lahat ng hirap... hindi lang hirap na dinanas ko, kundi ng buong pamilya kong nagmamahal sa akin. Alam kong sa mga darating na araw, meron pa ring ibibigay ang Panginoon na hirap. Pero alam ko rin na gaya ng dati, kakayanin ko. Sa tulong ng panalangin. Sa tulong ng tibay ng dibdib. Sa tulong ng pagmamahal.

Bukas, may misa ng pasasalamat sa Sta. Clara de Montefalco sa ganap na ala-seis ng gabi. Sana ay sabayan niyo kami sa pagpuri namin sa Panginoon saan man kayo naroroon.

Bukas nga pala ay Mayo a vente siete. Hehe.

Pahabol-Sulat tayms tu:
Salamat ng maraming-marami sa lahat ng nagdasal at nagbigay ng tulong.
**kiss kiss hug hug**

Friday, March 20, 2009

Letting go of friendships...

I sometimes think that I have this terrible disease. I gain friends, but not all of them became close to me, of course. People have this automatic on/off switch. If you don't get interested, then you turn yourself off.

She was someone I instantly didn't like coz she was pretty. Yes, I was THAT kind of person. Maybe because I'm not. And maybe because I have this low self-esteem thanks to my philandering husband.

That time, I was with an all-male crowd... and they had their eyes on her. They asked me to befriend her. I almost choked on blood and bile. But circumstances beyond our control made us friends, then, really good friends that it could pass as being almost the best I could have thought of.

In all the years that followed, we changed. Who doesn't?

And the changes that followed her, I didn't like. Just this month, the changes, I couldn't stomach. Abandoning her kids to be with her new friends for five days in God knows where (coz she didn't tell anyone, made her family worry and tell the police about it)... is way above my list of unforgivable acts of selfishness.

I think I ended the friendship by sending her a harsh text message. I don't feel good about it, but I also do not feel all that bad. She should know that she was really what I texted her. She didn't text back. I changed my number and didn't bother to inform her about it.

I know I am not a perfect person. I have my share of selfishness and all that... but, I believe that in order for one person to know the importance of someone or something, she should first lose it. Maybe by losing me and her family's respect and trust, will make her realize everything.

For her own good, I wish she will. I still love her, but I don't think I can go back to how we were before.

It is sad to lose a friend, but better to lose a friend than to lose your sense of what's right and wrong. =(

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Pirmado na!

Tanggap na ako bilang isang guro sa preschool. Ngar. Keri ko kaya to?

Start ako ng April 13 (buti na lang lunes yun) bilang Reading teacher para sa mga bata edad 4-5. Summer class to, isang buwan ang duration. Ang opening ng regular classes ay sa June 8, pero direcho na ang pasok namin.

Ang halos isang buwan na pumapasok kami pero wala kaming tinuturuan ay gagamitin daw sa paghahanda ng classroom at mga lessons.

Ang sweldo... pwedeng pambili ng mani at hopia, pamasahe... and nothing else. Pero it's the experience that counts. Basta lipat na lang ako sa mas mataas na sahod sa susunod.

Nakilala ko na din ang Pari/Principal na siyang magiging boss ko. Mabait naman. Pero sabi niya nga sa kin... "You have a lot of experiences, except teaching."

Ouch. Sakit nun Father ah. Pagdadasal kita. (joke. LOL)

eniwei wanwei, sana makayanan ko ang pagtuturo. Ayon nga sa isang sikat na Persian proverb-->"Gud lak!"


pirmado na!

Tanggap na ako bilang isang guro sa preschool. Ngar. Keri ko kaya to?

Start ako ng April 13 (buti na lang lunes yun) bilang Reading teacher para sa mga bata edad 4-5. Summer class to, isang buwan ang duration. Ang opening ng regular classes ay sa June 8, pero direcho na ang pasok namin.

Ang halos isang buwan na pumapasok kami pero wala kaming tinuturuan ay gagamitin daw sa paghahanda ng classroom at mga lessons.

Ang sweldo... pwedeng pambili ng mani at hopia, pamasahe... and nothing else. Pero it's the experience that counts. Basta lipat na lang ako sa mas mataas na sahod sa susunod.

Nakilala ko na din ang Pari/Principal na siyang magiging boss ko. Mabait naman. Pero sabi niya nga sa kin... "You have a lot of experiences, except teaching."

Ouch. Sakit nun Father ah. Pagdadasal kita. (joke. LOL)

eniwei wanwei, sana makayanan ko ang pagtuturo. Ayon nga sa isang sikat na Persian proverb-->"Gud lak!"


Friday, February 27, 2009

Wrong choice of friends can destroy your reputation....

My daughter found that out the hard way.

It is very sad that when last year, I've decided to transfer my children to another school this coming school year, it never crossed my mind that my daughter will leave the school with a stained reputation. And it irritates me to hell that somehow, it was my fault.

Just because this loser of a so-called friend of hers kept texting everyone and made her look like she was the one at fault, and I, texted her to stop it already, and her mother read it. The mother--the bitch where the so-called friend probably got her evil genes from--began talking to other mothers and teachers inside the school. As to what, I seriously do not know, but from the looks that those parents were giving my daughter (her friends told me), it wasn't good.

The mother and I had an agreement that I will talk to my daughter's friends, and she will talk to her daughter's friends to make both groups to stop fighting, and making bad remarks about each other. I did my part. I talked to the students. I went to the guidance office to officially tell the counsellor about the situation and asked him if he could talk to my daughter's group and guide them and make them stop making comments about the other group. My daughter's group stopped.

Obviously, she did not do hers coz my daughter's friends told me that today, they still made remarks while some of them passed.

I very much wanted to go there and rip them to shreds. But I do not want to add to my daughter's anxiety and stress. I hope I am doing the right thing. I know that there are times that diplomacy is the way to go. But I also believe that there are situations that cannot be solved by being quiet. So, if the situation worsens, I am going there to ask them what their problem was.

I cannot fathom why this mother is doing her best to spread the bad news around. I cannot imagine why this mother would want other people to know that her daughter already has a boyfriend at age 13. Pagkalat daw ba! Is that something to be proud of? Duh.

I am now thinking, if i do transfer her to another school, they will say that my daughter is a loser who cannot handle it. If I don't, they'll say maybe we couldn't afford the tuition where I am supposedly transferring my daughter to.

My daughter doesn't want to transfer then. Now, she's for it. I asked her, "Bakit? Don't tell me naduduwag ka?" To which she answered, "Hindi noh. Ayoko na dun. Nasira na reputation ko. Madami ng masamang nangyari dun."

She built her name in that school since Prep. She was on the honor roll, she's always merited for being good and kind. She was the favorite of most of the teachers. It's a shame that who we thought were our bestfriends (and mothers who do not have anything better to do) can ruin it.

I am teaching her now to learn from that experience and be very careful as to who she should trust next time. I am also making sure she studies hard for her written excellence exams this Monday. Her friends and I told her to beat the ex-bff through that instead. =)

Monday, February 16, 2009

And Ala Made Her Mark...

Luma na to. Pero ngayon ko lang nabasa. This post was taken from Ala-ism, Ala Paredes' blog:

guilty rich

In Manila, the divide between the rich and poor is an ever-lingering presence. It permeates our daily lives, like the brown blanket of smog that hovers over Metro Manila. And like smog, it is an ugly reality which we don't like but don't know what to do about. Some choose to do nothing. And who can blame them? It was the previous generations who stuffed up this planet and handed it over to us to fix when we born.

Now, now, that was an apathetic thing to say. Such a far cry from the bright-eyed compassionate idealist I used to be in my younger years. I donated to charities, participated in immersion and outreach of my own free will, and always gave to beggars on the street. Amazing what guilt can make you do. I was guilty because I was supposedly born into a comfortable amount of wealth and status owing to my famous father. I was guilty because I was chauffered to school every morning while the poor kids played on the street without shoes because duh, they didn't go to school!

And because I was so privileged, people around me made sure to pound in a social conscience in me so that I wouldn't grow up to be a bad rich person, you know, those spoiled brats who grew up with their yayas, and went to Ateneo, and are like so conyo.

I don't know if I was spoiled, but I had lots of stuff (which doesn't necessarily turn you into a brat, because I shared all my stuff), I had a yaya growing up, and went to Ateneo, and tried as hard as i could not to be conyo because I've learned that Philippine society considers that the biggest sin for a girl who was born privileged. If you don't want people to hate you and write nasty comments about you on forums, you have to pretend you don't like being rich.

At this point, I hope you've been following my sarcasm. I find it funny how people love to hate the rich. The ones who shod their heels in designer labels while the poor can't even afford shoes. The ones who were born with silver spoons in their mouths and whose only duty in life is to marry rich so that they won't ever have to work a day in their lives. When I read about people attacking them on blogs and internet forums, the collective chant seems to be, "Let's hate them. It's their fault the country is f*cked up. They don't know what real life is."

B*llshit, is what I say to that. Just because someone is rich, doesn't mean they're evil, and just because someone is poor, it doesn't mean they're nice. I've met some pretty abusive poor people, who prey on precisely the sort of guilty person I was. I don't even know what I was guilty about. Because I had shoes?

I mean sure, it is messed up that some people have shoes, and some people can't afford to have them. I am not minimizing the problem. But what I didn't understand then was that it wasn't my fault. I thought it was my job to save the world, and that I could be a catalyst for change by being a compassionate and selfless person. After all, it was my responsibility to be this way, to pay for the sin of being able to afford good things in life. I had to have a social conscience.

So I gave indiscriminately to street kids and beggars on the street. I always made sure I had change in my pocket to give, and occasionally I would even give a 50 to whoever lucky kid happened to cross my path. I sometimes carried food in my bag for them. I would even buy banana-Q from this one kid just to help him out, even though I'd never eat it. What happened then was that I became like a piece of hard, crusty bread discarded in the center of a public park for the pigeons to feast on. And these poor, suffering street waifs, well, they got mean and rude. I was nice to them, and they thought "hell yeah, you better be nice to me because I'm poor. Where's my money?!"

It got to the point where they would wait for me. They waited for me in packs on street corners in Katipunan. They waited outside restaurants and cafes like predators, waiting for me to finish my lunch and walk outside where they would ambush me. They would follow me down for blocks holding out their palms, and saying "Teh, sige naaaaa...". Of course, they had the the "kawawa expression" on their faces, but through time the kawawa expression became a threatening, bullying expression.

I don't blame them for being angry kids. They probably hate how they have to beg, and don't understand why people with shoes shouldn't have to give them money. And I understand that if manipulating other people is what they need to do to survive, then so be it.

But I grew terrified of these kids. They seemed to be getting meaner by the day, more and more they felt entitled. It got to the point where I was afraid of walking down the street alone for fear of being harrassed by them. During this time, I arrived home on my doostep sobbing more than once, crying because I was afraid of them, and hated, hated, hated them! Hated them for their accusing stares that said "it's your fault I'm poor, your fault, your fault, your fault!". And that made me feel like a mean, old rich person who didn't want to help the poor. Boo hoo hoo.

What I hated most was that I knew they weren't all as miserable as they made themselves out to be. I'd see them laughing and playing joyfully on the sidewalks like any normal kid, and would only put on the kawawa expression as soon as they caught sight me.

And all the time I kept thinking why me, why me, why have these kids singled me out? And now I know why, because I'm an idiot. Because I'm a push-over. Because I had a guilty conscience. I was a piece of bread in a park of hungry pigeons and they knew it. Of course they singled me out. I realized only years later that the reason why I hated them was because I felt manipulated.

This realization dawned one me last weekend when I went to Malate for the first time as a balikbayan. It had been years since I last went there, and I found myself seeing the place with fresh eyes. With all the chaos and madness there, so completely opposite from everything Sydney is, I surprised myself by getting culture shocked. It sounded ridiculous even to myself, I had been to Malate numerous times. And yet, I felt like I was in a completely foreign country and began to feel that mild sense of danger I feel when I'm in a new place. I felt dazed, overwhelmed.

We waited in line outside a club, and there was a scrawny little girl, stringy hair, no shoes, heckling the people in line, getting a bit invasive yet getting away with it because she was supposedly a "harmless" little girl. And she was a poor kid and you know how it is, we must be kind to poor kids because they haven't got much in life. I suspect this kid got her way alot, and probably earned some change each night from club goers standing in line. Everyone was nice to her, and let her get away with things that were a bit over the top, but I didn't buy into it. She seemed to be coming on a little too strong and kept getting inappropriately close to people.

Finally she came to me. She pointed to the sparkly, sequined eye-mask I was wearing (I wore a mask to go with the "Moulin Rouge" theme for night), and shouted, "Teh, akin nalang yan!"

I looked down at her and said, "huh?"

"Teh, akin nalang yang maskara mo!"

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration. And before I had even answered the little girl was already jumping up and down against me snatching at my face trying to tear the mask off. That was the last straw. I have a four-year old niece who gets bratty in the same way sometimes, and I don't give in because I don't want to nurture a bad attitude. Why should I tolerate a bratty kid, just because the bratty kid happens to be poor?! Furthermore, she's not even asking for money or food, she's asking for a sparkly, sequined eye mask for heaven's sake. She's certainly not the walking wounded.

I look her square in the eye and with my expression unchanging, I say, "Ba't ko toh ibibigay sa iyo?"

She seems at a loss for words for a few seconds. I don't think anyone has ever asked her that. Then she starts jumping trying to snatch the mask off my face again. "Akin na yung maskara mo!!!"

I lean back. I stay calm.

"Ayoko. Maskara ko toh. Bakit ko ibibigay sa iyo?"

The kid's eyes widened and she ran off. I don't know where she disappeared to, but I didn't see her again the rest of the night.

And oh, how I smiled to myself. Because that was the moment that I knew that it was not my fault. And if I'm going to give to the poor it's going to be because I want to and not because some little brat is trying to guilt me out of my money, and not because I feel I have to apologize to society for being born into status. Guilt is not the way to go. You'll be bled dry.

Maybe in the eyes of others I was a mean, old, (ritch) bitch who scared off a poor, little street kid. It would have cost me nothing to give it away. You can get those things at two-dollar stores on Sydney. The mask really meant nothing to me. I probably would've given it to her if she didn't feel so entitled to have it. Shame on me for waging wars on 4 -year olds.

But maybe what I was really waging war against was the idiotically, ridiculously guilty person I used to be. Just because you don't have money that doesn't give you license to be a bully. And just because you have lots of money it doesn't mean you have to be the sacrificial lamb (or sacrificial bread).

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La lang. Nakakatawa lang.

Lumaki ako sa isang Katolikong tahanan... nag-aral sa Catholic schools. Nagdadasal naman ako. Tinuruan ako simula bata pa na maging mapag-bigay. Ginagawa ko naman yun. Lalo na pag nakikita kong deserving yung bibigyan. Siguro, medyo biased at hindi maganda yung sistema ko ng pag-identify ng deserving at hindi. Pero, wth.

Katulad na lang nung isang beses na imbes na punasan nung bata yung paa ko ng maduming basahan, ginawa niya, umupo siya sa gitna ng jeep at nangaroling... at hindi lang basta karoling... covers version ito... meaning, sarili niyang style. Iba-iba man ang lyrics at super nakakatawa, I felt great that day. Gave the kid 20 bucks for it. Yung iba, ganun din... meron pang isa, binigyan siya ng Goldilocks na Marble cake.

Yun ang maabilidad. At hindi niya nakalimutan syempre ang famous "thank you.. thank you.. ang babait ninyo..."

May punto naman si Ala. Ako mismo, may experience akong di magaganda sa mga namamalimos. Andun yung nasa van kami at bigla na lang binuksan nung lalake yung window sa tabi ko. Syempre pa, mamatay-matay ako sa takot. Galit na galit ang utol ko.

Malamang naexperience niyo na din ang mapunasan sa paa ng mga bata sa jeep. Di naman sa maarte ako, pero yun nga... maarte nga ako. hehe. Kasi madumi yung basahan. Eh lagi akong naka-tsinelas... ang siste, nadudumihan yung paa ko, imbes na nalilinisan. Kapag ganun eh, naiinis ako. Pag nainis ako, di ko na papansinin. Bad ko, di ba?

Marami na ring beses na yung mga batang namamalimos, pag hindi mo binigyan, duduraan yung window, aakmang babatuhin ka ng bato (and you thank your lucky stars that the light goes green), at meron pang instance na ginuhitan talaga yung kotse.

At least, si Ala, honest. Tsaka taga-dito naman siya at naexperience niya ito first-hand.

Eh yung isang nag-blog... teka lang, isang tanong lang ha... taga-san ka ba? Pinoy ka ba? Naexperience mo na bang maganun ng mga batang pulubi sa Maynila? At yang mga litratong pinost mo sa blog mo, san mo kinuha yan? Ikaw ba mismo kumodak niyan, ha? Ninakaw mo lang yan sa internet noh! Duh. Di lahat ng pulubi at mahirap, ganyan hitsura, eng-eng!
(teka lang, andami na palang tanong nun!)

Ay sus. Kapel.

Dati nung nag-immersion kami with the poor, ano'ng nakita ko sa mga bahay nila? Kumpleto sa gamit noh! Dinaig pa kami. May portable dibidi players pa ang mga etoh! Asteeeg... Meron pa nga silang mga parang gameboy eh...

Maraming mga "pulubi" ang paawa effect sa Pinas. Pero marami rin na talaga namang kailangan ng tulong... Ang problema talaga, how do you sort them out? Do you even have to?

Hindi lahat ng problema kaya natin. Do what you can, when you can. No one is forcing you to do things out of your own free will. Kasi ano na lang ang feeling nun? Parang balewala din. Pilit, ika nga.

Madaming instances na I feel really bad about not giving... I feel guilty... katulad ni Ala. Eh, unlike Ala, hindi naman ako RK (rich kid). Kung tutuusin, kung wala akong mga magulang na masipag, baka isa na ko sa mga nangangaroling sa jeep.

Yung mga nagcomment ng negative sa blog ni Ala, may point din naman sila. Kasi nga sa kultura natin bilang Katoliko, parang pinalaki tayong "mabait" na kung ano'ng meron, ibigay. Ganun lang. No questions asked. Hindi na magd-dig deeper into their subconscious to ask thy inner self:

And all the time I kept thinking why me, why me, why have these kids singled me out? And now I know why, because I'm an idiot. Because I'm a push-over. Because I had a guilty conscience. I was a piece of bread in a park of hungry pigeons and they knew it. Of course they singled me out. I realized only years later that the reason why I hated them was because I felt manipulated.

Kasi sa tin, parang naging second nature na ang maging gullible. Give-give-give! Tingnan mo nga daming nadedenggoy ng mga asawa, kumpanya (pre-need companies, agencies, etc.), false texts, gangs, five-six, etc. Kasi nga, may pag-ka-engot. Hehehe.

Pag fiesta, pag Pasko, pag Balentayms.... lahat give! Kapag hindi nakapag-bigay, guilty na yung feeling.

Syempre, kasama na din dun yung pag di naka-receive! Kasi nga nasanay eh.

Sino ba naman kasing nagpa-uso niyan?!

If I were Ala, and thank God I wasn't coz magiging controversial ako (di bagay sa kin), I would have told the little girl to wait for me after the party (kasi gagamitin ko pa yung mask ko), and if she's still there, she can have my sparkly mask (and my friends' as well), and whatever food I can "steal" from the entre tray... pero dapat, she asks nicely.

The little girl might spit at my face, or slap me senseless, but hey.. at least I tried to educate the poor little annoying brat. Who knows? Maybe with that simple act, I would have changed her life forever.

But then again, she might just slap me senseless.

Thursday, January 15, 2009


I am now on my final days of practicum, and I actually finished my final demonstration yesterday. Nakahinga na ako ng maluwag... lalo na after the deliberation, when all I received were positive comments from my fellow practicumers and my prof. She even said that she'd gladly recommend me to San Isidro para maging teacher na dun, but I said no, coz I really want to try out the public school setting first. My materials were borrowed by my Co-Teacher coz she will use them first daw. Even a couple of the other teachers will borrow it daw. But I already told them na kukunin ko yun ulit coz I will use them in the future.

I was very lucky to have a very supportive Co-Teacher, who taught me what she knew... I learned a lot from her, especially yesterday. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to pull it together.

She was also very understanding, lalo na nung pagbalik namin after the holidays, when I told her what happened to Chad. She even let me rest for 2 days, and siya yung nagturo for me. Those were difficult days for me. I found myself staring at nothing and suddenly crying when I thought of what happened to Chad. Wala akong nagawa that week and the next. Nag-cram lang talaga ako 2 days before my demo. Buti na lang she understood and let me just help her out with the management of the classroom.

Tomorrow will be our evaluation with the whole batch of practicumers from PNU (around 200 for this quarter). Monday is our last day with San Isidro, to complete our requirements and say our proper goodbyes to our kids there.

I will miss some of them... lalo na yung makukulit na sweet. Mami-miss ko yung food! Haha... My kids there give me food everyday. Nung Christmas, I got gifts din... and during my stay, I also received various drawings and notes, that I am keeping as a remembrance of my stay there.

Graduation namin sa Marso! I will start applying come February para maka-start na ako ng pagtuturo sa June. *fingers crossed*