a resolute life

"Everything has its own purpose under heaven."

I am gathering my thoughts again after few months or say "years" of hiatus from blogosphere. There'd been countless of stories in life that even when you don't have to write them literally, they show us everywhere around us; circumstances that are happy, happier, happiest; sad, sadder, saddest..we all go through the superlatives. But after all these, we are honed.

While I was recuperating from having miscarriage, I saw how the atmosphere in the house would likely swallow me whole. The house was messy, my husband ate instant meals because I had yet enough energy to attend the kitchen and worst.. left alone in the silence corner of our room, dealt with the excruciating pain both physically and emotionally because my husband had to go back to work. 

Now that I feel better, thanks be to God that my husband and I are strong enough to have moved on. Faith, hope, and love are the essentials of these all. 

We keep going. To God be the glory!
Life is beautiful.

Ciao..ci vediamo!


Back for good..

"Do not think of life as a competition because you will never find real peace. Think instead always that you are a gift, meant to be shared so that your life will have grand meaning. Only in an open mind can one find true happiness and contentment in his heart."

This is what I learn from Mitch Albom's "Tuesdays with Morrie." And that you just have to enjoy each birthday and each season of your life because each has great contribution to what you will become when old age comes.
You will no longer worry about having wrinkles because they prove how you surpass life both in odd and even situations.
Trying the blogosphere again. I hope this works. It's been a while.

Where was I? I was so in hurry to make my life always on-the-go with work and personal life. And I wonder if I did not miss a moment and people. Whatever way God courses my life now, only He can tell and direct. I just feel now that I just want to serve my God all my life... through the ordinary days to extraordinary ones where the orbit now points to a foreign land. To God be the glory!


my prayer for today's generation

Our almighty and everliving God, we thank you for this another year, 2014.. for giving us everyday the opporunity to enjoy the gift of life. 

Lord, there are times when we put you aside out of our busy days. These days when we are too overwhelmed over material wealth and earthly desires. Even all these acts result to our abuse to our environment and disregard to human dignity. 

We firmly ask Lord that despite our human frailties, you will not give up on us. And that your love and mercy will overshadow us always in this life that You so richly provide.

We lift to you all our fears, anxieties, and our weaknesses. Guide us always with your wisdom so that our actions will lead to knowing and doing what is just and right. 

Unite all your people Lord, that we may be in one in making this world a better place for us today and the next generations. Change our values, our attitudes towards our family, our workplace, our society into what is pleasing to  you, where everything is motivated with humility and love.

This we pray with our Mother Mary and your son, our saviour, Jesus Christ. AMEN.


unanticipated ( the job_part2)

A month after, I slowly learned to find my lot, slowly building friendship with co-workers, but not with our principal. He was being feared by everybody for his strict implementation of the school policies and most of all, his fearless discipline towards his teachers. He wouldn't care to have you embarrassed during a meeting if you couldn't meet his expectation. On one occasion, my male co-teacher and I were in his office, one morning, for a confrontation. My co-teacher cried in front of him but I... never. I managed to keep my composure though deep inside I was hurting. Sometimes, his character was unbelievable. He would refuse to listen to your reason and believe only on his own.

But when I got home, I cried buckets in silence. I thought of giving up but my will to stay prevailed. I told  myself, he's just a challenge. I must not let him simply win. I have to keep going.

I wouldn't mind finding him almost always outside my classroom, observing how I managed my class and gave lecture. I wouldn't mind him, getting inside in one of my classes, doing unannounced observation. His stare could kill if you would not stick your courage to a sticking place.

Those were moments, I had very little anticipation with on being in the teaching profession. Those times when I must simply be the confident master of my own work inside the classroom but there are people around haunting your concentration as if ready to devour you at any moment because you couldn't perfect your job.

If this is the kind of environment I would be dealing with everyday of my life, I must find ways. I want to be happy with my job. I want to be happy while with my pupils, as we learn together, each day.

Just when I thought already of leaving my post as the school year ended, it was the circumstance already that found way for me to stay. Our dear principal left his job to finally retire as he too was in conflict with his superiors.

It was a relief. God always finds a way.


the job

(A recap..)

Welcome to my first day in the teaching profession.

There were thirty 5th graders under my advisory. Noise was airing from two other classrooms next to where I was heading. I was still on the hallway halfway off to my advisory class. As I stepped on the doorway, all eyes were on me. And the silence was deafening for awhile. I did greet casually putting my voice in a not much high tone in order to be heard until the last person seated at the back. They responded in a much higher tone. "Ok, please take your seat." They sat while eyes still on me.

I knew that day would be one of the toughest circumstances I would have in a classroom setting. Had the previous teacher did not get married and went abroad to be with her husband, she would have been their adviser still. And I wouldn't find myself in a situation where I would be coping with their anxieties about who and how this new teacher in front of them would appear to be in the middle of school year. I knew then, it was an adjustment on the pupils part as much as in mine. But I felt a no way out. I needed the job.

I introduced myself on a lighter mode and more bubbly gesture to at least make them feel at ease. I could not read their mind as of the moment. I plainly saw normal reactions in their countenance. I asked each to introduce themselves shortly to me too. Some stood shy while others went confident and funny. I ended the session with only trying to get acquainted with them at least in a way. And as I went out of the classroom, I felt a big deep breath like a stone just falling into my diaphragm. I was thinking already what impression the pupils might have on me. I couldn't help from feeling there would probably be a big comparison about who's better between me and the teacher who left.

Just when I thought that my adjustment will just be inside my new advisory class, I was a big wrong. There was a bigger challenge at hand inside the faculty room. Being new, I was quiet, a bit shy, and could only manage a friendly smile. They were nice and friendly for sure. However, one of them being the head teacher, was a bit strict that I must earn her trust.


a child..

This song reminds me of my rowdy student each time his father would come to me to get his report card. I could see my student's scared countenance and the eyes of his father seemingly in rage. I've always wanted the father to know how his son behaves in my class at times..like the couple of troubles he makes, but there's something within me that's pulling me not to. At times, only my sharp look and silence make him stop and behave in one corner. The last time we're together, he came to me showing his sweet gesture.

No matter what..and in how much manner a child has grown to be, I've always believed that every child is special.


thought that all commonly used is correct

Learning foreign language is a lot fun. But sometimes or even often, it can be nerve-wracking. Here goes..

When we are not conscious with what we say, we naturally go with the flow..with what is commonly used, regardless of its dictionary meaning. For non-linguist individuals, we are not aware with what is grammatically correct for as long as we end up being understood by the ones we are conversing with. But sometimes as non-native speakers of English, we have to put consciousness to our thoughts in the context of speaking to somehow avoid language barrier between two opposing point of views.

Now take a look of this sentence structure: "I eat my breakfast today." --the sentence is syntactically(deals with the rules or patterned relation that govern the way words combine to form a phrase) correct because the pronoun "I" is always followed by the base form of the verb in present tense. HOWEVER the sentence is semantically ( is devoted to the study of meaning) wrong.

To simply put it literally--"How can one eat the breakfast?". And so to make it clearly understood, it is much proper to say " take my breakfast today". In other words, it is only a matter of choosing the right word to mean a thing correctly by replacing the word "eat" with the word "take".

Whew!kakaloka talaga ang English grammar ano?hehe!

But I hope this short lesson helps.;0)


Being a true blooded Filipino, I admit that sometimes it makes me feel guilty not to recognize the "Tagalog" term of a certain thing.

The invasion of Americans and Spaniards brought too much influence to the evolution of language in the Philippines. And because of this, Filipinos seem to be the most easy to get adapted with their languages. Even reaching to a point of forgetting to speak our own language in straight manner. We unconsciously get to speak "taglish" if not appearing to be "konyo" individuals.

In my roaming around the blogosphere, I noticed that out of 100% Filipino bloggers, about 80% uses foreign language. While the remaining percentage are those who still advocate the use of Tagalog which is more conventional of course. Because of this fact, it simply shows that we, Filipinos, are the ones easy to learn foreign language esp. the English language. The only sad thing out of it perhaps is that, going beyond that wit, we even forget the tagalog term of a certain thing.

But of course, you don't go to the store to say, "Pabili nga ng kwaderno." But will say, "Pabili nga ng notebook." Otherwise you will appear "makata" for your straight tagalog or the one you're talking to doesn't exactly understand the term "kwaderno"...owing the fact that you are both Filipinos. We have become used to our taglish way of speaking such as "Natapos mo na ba ang homework mo?" or "Magda-drive ako mamaya."

The term "konyo", however, is a neologism that refers to the people often considered to be the children of affluent families. They are often tagged to be "sossy" in a way. Example of this is, "Let's make tusok ng fishballs". Konyo is a phrase combining the English verb "make" with the base form of the tagalog verb.

The term "cake" for example is still "keyk" in sound but only differs in spelling. This is what we call "borrowed term." The terms "mama o papa" are also what we got from the Spaniards as we address our parents. These great influences only prove that even language evolves and changes from time to time. But in spite of this, may we not forget too our national language even we have already gone far and have traveled around the globe.