Today, I made a tough decision for my future. I decided to accept a teaching position in a rural area far from my place. I have exchanged my comfy lifestyle to help in the development of young minds. (Naks! Parang politician).
The place is up in the mountains where the green meadows and trees are the common views for the eye. I still have my work under the Department of Education today but in a week's time I will be transferring to my High School Alma Mater. I have accepted the job since I want to experience and discover if I can be an effective teacher. As you had read my post on A View on Death, I was thinking of going into the academe but opportunities will not permit me. And now, it comes my way. But I still doubted about it when I heard the location in which I will be assigned because that means my internet usage will be shortened to weekends only (the time I have to go home), my access to the department stores and supermarkets will also be during the weekends only, I have to supply myself with bottled drinking water due to the scarcity of potable one in that campus, I will have to eat my meals in carenderia because no one will be cooking for me, I need to rent a house or live along with other boarders and of course I have to travel long hours every Friday just to be back in civilization.
I don't worry much of how I will handle a class. It's my first time and I feel that I should be thinking about the class once I get to see the students and the classroom facilities. I also have to study the lessons that I am going to teach. And of course, I need to get along with my colleagues.
During my interview, the very first question that was asked bout me is: Will you permit a teacher-student relationship or will you agree to your students if they are trying to court you? My answer is of course NO. I don't like the picture.
Save the Nation through the Oblation For the figure of a naked man, arms outstretched and face pointed upwards, symbolizing selfless dedication and for the service to the nation. The symbol that depicts the desire for knowledge ("clothe me with knowledge"). We'll make Mamang Oble proud!
Pray for my safety and guidance that I can surpass this challenge successful. And in the end, may I be able to decide if I will renew my contract for more teaching semesters.
1. Chef/Baker - I want to cook and be creative. 2. Drag Racer - for eye reflexes and speed. 3. Archeologist - to study remains and focus on details 4. Interpreter - I really wanted to learn different languages and cultures! 5. Advertiser - for graphics and marketing strategies 6. Computer Programmer/Engineer - for the love of codes and electronics 7. Car designer - to produce a good-looking car with fast speed and unique technology 8. Landscaper - I love to conceptualize designs and for the essence of beauty and surroundings 9. Event Manager - I really want to be on pressure and stress. Like to facilitate events and programs.
My last will be to be a politician. I want the idea of being a lawmaker and being with the masses.
Everytime I see the John Lloyd-Bea Greenwich Sobrang Cheezy commercial I always wonder how the writer was able to conceptualize the theme. We are aware that being corny is a negative quality. But the commercial relayed the corny character in a much funnier fashion, without us not liking John Lloyd but praising him for the role instead. I am really impressed in the river scene version.
Version1
Lloydy: Are you becoming deaf? Bea: Why? Lloydy: Because my heart is always shouting for you.
Version2
Llody: Do you know, we are not humans nor animals Bea: What are we? Llody: We are things, we suit each other so much. (Two meanings of bagay in Filipino: things and suited to each other)
Version3
Lloydy: I'm ending our friendship. Bea: Hmm? Lloydy: Because I wanna start loving you as my girl! (This is the version that I like, you rock Lloydy!)
Which version makes you so cheezy?!
Credits to labers11 and rycellefaith for the videos and youtube also.
Since I heard the word emo, I haven't looked up it's formal definition in the web. I had accepted as is the contextual definitions my social circle had imposed on me. Based on what I gather, the word 'emo' is characterized by the goth fashion (distinctive hairstyle, dark lipstick, nail polish even with the guys, eyeliners, striped shirts and long kinds of socks). Emos are the people who are more concentrated on their inner feelings, they are emotional, sensitive, and have in-depth understanding of loving and losing. These are the 'emos' in my perspective.
Then yesterday, I asked Mr. Google about it and he referred me to Ms Wikipedia. She educated me that emo is a style of music, punk rock. Even the disambiguations did not match with my pre-defined meaning. But it did not make me wrong nor my friends because the word evolves through time. People can baptize a completely new definition for it as it is affected by culture and everyday usage. Thus gradually losing it's intended definition.
As I was browsing, I came upon a lyrics which relayed a much wider characterization of the emos. The lyrics contain the picture of the typical emos, their behaviors, fashion and looks. It helped me to clarify things out from my own definition. I downloaded the song and goodness, the singers are really funny! I think we call these people in our country as the "jumping jologs" with the exception that they are always jumping at concerts.
The song is "I Must be EMO" by Hollywood Undead.
Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic My life is spiraling downward I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate me dry concert It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Somedays. I’m an emo kid, non-confroming as can be you’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs, cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes Cause emo is one step below tranvestite Stop my breathing and slit my throat I must be emo I don’t jump around when I go to shows I must be emo I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween I have no real problems but I like to make believe I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing Girls keep breaking up with me It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy They don’t need another one Stop my breathing and slit my throat I must be emo I don’t jump around when I go to shows I must be emo Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes I must be emo I play guitar and write suicide notes I must be emo My life is just a black abyss You know? It’s so dark And its suffocating me Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans. Which look great on me, by the way When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life If I said I like girls I’d only be half right I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo I must be emo Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo I must be emo I like to whine and hit my parentals I must be emo Me and my friends all look like clones I must be emo My parents don’t get me , you know? They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy ,well, a couple of guys But I mean, it's the 2000's, can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay? I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, You’re my best friend, I feel like tacos.
By the way, I like the title that I had come up with with this post.
After the lost-win scenarios, Kobe Bryant had learned that his team is bi-polar! Sometimes their cold, and I like it when they are on heat. Game 7 ended in 89-70 letting the Lakers have the last laugh. Yao Ming didn't play in the last 4 games due to foot injury but still the Lakers had struggled with the Rockets' defensive play.
Fisher was in the first five when I thought he got suspended as a result of the technicalities in Game 2. Bynum also contributed some field goals after being invisible in the last 6 games. I also don't let Bynum attempt field goals when I play NBA live because I know that he will miss the shot.
Gasol was also in the mood, making field goals and earning defensive points. Kobe is always reliable as he can shoot everywhere, even if Battier's hand smack on his face during release. Odom and Ariza were also in the first 5.
They now advance in the Western Finals against Denver Nuggets (they beat up the Mavericks).
Lakers will not be meeting the Celtics in the Finals, if they make it to the Semis. Orlando Magic was amazing when they kickout the regaining NBA champion in the Eastern Conference in Game 7.
Orlando and Lakers are my only teams in Dynasty mode! When I play the Lakers in PSP, Odom and Gasol are my inside men, scoring near the ring. Then Bryant, Fisher and Radmanovic (I don't know what happened to him) are my three-pointers, sometimes Walton also make it. Vujacic is my best stealer along with Bryant.
My Dad brought home this street food. He said it's the cow's lungs. It was sauted and not grilled, unlike common street food. Most of them are chewy and some are kind of hard. But overall, it tasted sweet when dipped in vinegar.
I eat many types of internal organs: chicken lungs/liver/heart/duodenum/intestine/gizzard, pig and cow's liver/intestine/lungs, and goat's lungs. I prefer them over the meat. There's also the famous balut (21 days duck eggs) which people take as yucky but for me, yummy.. hehe
My cravings for them started when I was just a kid. Whenever there's a drinking session in our place, these kinds of food are always served. So, I grew up having a share of their "session" dish (pulutan). I don't drink, I just enjoy the food.
The university where I graduated from, people intentionally go to our place just to buy isaw (chicken intestine), isaw baboy (pig's intestine), or gizzard. These street food are popular because they taste good, cheap (sulit) and most of all, they're clean. And the food stalls are near my dorm house so, much to my advantage!
Common grilled organs: Isaw baboy (pig's intestine)
Isaw (chicken intestine)
This how the grilled food are served in our school
Can you do me a little favor? Can you thank your mom for me?
For without her, I won't be able to have you as my reader today.
I hope I could also do that to my Mom every Mother's Day. For the last five years, I can only pray and bring flowers to a cemented platform.
Without my mother, I won't be able to achieve success, be independent and learn how to have a life. She was the one who laid down the path that I am going through right now. And for that, I am so thankful. From innnocence to maturity and growth, this is what you had made out of God's simple creation. I hope you are a One Proud Mama.
It's Sunday, give your Mom a break. And do treasure her always. Happy Mother's Day to the the Queens of our Homes!
For those who watch House, MD. This is one of his popular lines.
I want to make a statement shirt with this on it. I had looked on how to do screen printing and it looks easy for me. I can get it to some printing house, but I want to try the printing and doing the layout. I want it to be printed in red on white shirt. I want it just like in the picture but in red tone.
I agree with House that people cannot refrain themselves from telling lies, small or big lies, it's still not the truth.
I had a chest X-ray today and it showed that I have a levoscoliosis (convexing to the left, it's called dextroscoliosis if it's going to the right). My last chest X-ray was when I applied for an exchange student and the scoliosis wasn't there before.
I had researched on what caused this. I thought it was due to my heavy backpack during my school days, I used to carry my laptop everyday, or maybe I am always slouching. But based on what I read, there had been many cases on which the caused were unknown, it's called idiopathic. Lifestyle cannot account for it. The heavy backpacks and poor posture has nothing to do with it. The other type is the functional scoliosis which were caused by other issues like uneven length of legs. Experts said that in most cases the likely caused was hereditary (congenital). Maybe I will agree with that because my sister is also a slouch (she may also have scolio). But none of our parents has scoliosis.
As for the cure, there is no known medicine for it, no daily tablet maintenance, no therapy. Doctors will only observe if the degree of curve is increasing. If it's getting worse then, they would suggest wearing braces or operation. And the worse part is, the treatments will just stop its progress and not reverse the curve. But studies say that persons with this 'illness' still live a normal life, with or without braces. They can do any sports, perform heavy tasks as if there's nothing wrong with them.
I remember a dorm mate of mine who is always complaining of backaches due to her scoliosis. She always cry because of the pain. I thought she was just faking it because she doesn't want to attend her classes. I believed that scoliosis wouldn't produce such pain. But it proves me wrong. As for my case, it's affecting my breathing pattern. I always have to take a deep breaths to make myself comfortable but lucky for me, I am not experiencing the back pains (as for now). The progression of a curve is not predictable; it may stop sometime and continue to cover after years of dormancy. I just hope that my curve progression stops for good. There's nothing much left to do but wait and live life as usual.
Save the Nation through the Oblation
My Dad brought home this street food. He said it's the cow's lungs. It was sauted and not grilled, unlike common street food. Most of them are chewy and some are kind of hard. But overall, it tasted sweet when dipped in vinegar.
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