destination: anywhere our feet carries us

It was a long weekend and a break from work. It also meant a break for the students. So Kevinski and company planned to have another movie marathon at their place, as usual. But this time, it was planned and the other youths were also invited. More than 10 came and was a handful bunch. After 3 movies,1 horror, 1 suspense and 1 feel good movie. We were on our bed dreaming that the weekend won't end. Hehe..

Morning came, while we were preparing to leave the place and faces were obvious sad to end the activity. Out of the blue, I forgot who proposed it, was it me or Kevinski, that we'd go river trekking at the nearby river, which was actually CDO's central river. We prepared a bottle of water each, no wearing of shoes, no bags and other important things. Then off we go along the road to teh farther part of Balulang which I had been to only once, we trekked the rsame river about 10 years ago with Kevinski's dad and others as well. Okay... We were excited to cross the hanging bridge which was a bit challenging with Mari in front of me. After which, decided to go on with the trail which prodded us to go the other, little way when a man with a hunting gun came out. It was an adveture that led us to another street which connected to a low bridge that when its high tide, the water would flow above it. Followed the road up a hill when Kevinski and company decided to climd a small passageway up a steep slope where we could see a cream-painted house. We were literally climbing up a slope where we could see the mountain opposite Balulang (so green with trees), the city from afar, the glistening blue sea beyond teh buildings and where we had hiked earlier. Savoring the view in every stop. Not knowing, there's a much better view ahead, which in fact is a road in a village I had just known, Xavier Ville. Only 2 houses were inhabited, the rest were still on-going construction. It is in the upper-part of Balulang. A mother and a child passed us and asked where we were going. Actually, we were going nowhere, just for the sake of bonding, adventure, and where our feet could carry us under the scorching heat of the noon sun. She informed us that up ahead is the Taguanao bridge. As adventurers and wanderers, we were excited and made it our new destination, where it'll lead, whatever it takes. So off we go. Passing by the last place of Balulang, we asked residences which fork of teh road leads to Taguanao. They politely answered us with a warning that it's too far. Yet, as if nothing was heard or was it just being determined to reach our destination, we moved on even without further knowledge on what awaits us and how far our destination is. The sight of the bridge on our left was an encouragement. It was not long that we reached our destination. Now what? Should we go back on our tracks or go on and continue our hiking to Taguanao where we could get a ride to the city, then ride a multicab back to Balulang. not to mention, it was already past 1pm and we hadn't had lunch yet. I was glad no one complained and everyone we're energized and excited to finish our adventure. It was not my first time to hike from Balulang to Taguanao, yet the trail was different. There was yet no bridge at that time, we had to cross the big river by banka. It was their first time to pass those trails and step onto Taguanao. Some even suggested that we continue walking to the city from Taguanao. Knowing the place, as Taguanao became my swimming team's favorite destination before, I begged not to for the fact the we might arrive at the city late in the afternoon, with no food and unprepared energy. Glad they agreed to take the jeep to the city. And it was then that they realized it was really far.

It was by far a great adventure. Not to mention, it was not costly. It is one of those that I can wear on my sleeves. Though they were dead tired when they reached their homes, I'm glad they enjoyed it. Hoping that it would be etched in their memory and the enjoyment and bonding be etched in their hearts. For first-timers, it was by far unforgettable. For some, it was their longest walk. Yet, nothing beats the bonding, excitement and smiles we had even if the heat was pounding on us. Thank you guys. Let's do this again someday.

blog - my venue

My main blog got a malware and is not fixed yet. I''m looking over the possibility that it won't be fixed or it might be destroyed so I'll slowly be copying some of my important entry there to here. Yet I cannot save the entries comments but I'll try. Ill really try. I wish I had the time also. This will be temporary only, I hope. I miss blogging and I'll surely miss that blog. It had been my vent for everything.

vacation hangover

I didn’t realized I missed my preschoolers until I saw them running on our playground this morning when I arrived. My thoughts were so occupied with my week-long vacation that my work took a backseat for a while. I hadn’t even prepared much for today yet it went well. Thank you Lord. I still have to prepare for tomorrow but my body is still glued in front of this tube. Hahayz.. Life.. Must go on. Still got hangovers from my vacation though, can’t deny that. Still sings that song. Still longs to wake up with the foster family and convincing them to go take a bath so we won’t be late. Missed seeing their smiling faces with their eyes closed. Hehe.. Hangovers.

My preschoolers hadn’t kicked off my school week either. Maybe next week. I still want to savor our weekends and Friday night together.

' i'e got a feeling..

that tonight’s gonna be a good night.. that tonight’s gonna be a good good night..’

A good night indeed as I ended the week-long trip with 9 other friends who had become like a family. It all started with a plan to visit Davao City on their festival celebration. Shared it with some friends and waited for the date.

Our first stop was Quezon, Bukidnon. We were well-taken cared of, always invited for meals, given a warm welcome, greetings, etc. We were always full and we never missed any meal. All 10 of us slept in the living room of the house we stayed since not one of us wanted to get separated with the group. There were feet on someone else’s body, persons curled up in the sofa, feet banging on someone’s feet, etc. Yet no one ever complained. Talks that lasted till the wee hours of the night. When at that time, folks were already sound asleep. Walking from our place of stay to our destination instead of taking a ride. Taking a bath early in the morning so we won’t get caught up when the water shuts. Adopting ’sparky’ the dog. Seeing old friends, familiar faces, exchanging hellos. All of those made our 2 days stay enjoyable.

Then off to Davao City. On our first night, visited my favorite place in the city, Jack’s Ridge. It was a rejuvenating experience. Seeing the lights on the distance, enjoying the view with some of the friends I consider family, etc. The following days at Davao were spent at Mergrande Resort. Days of seeing glad faces because of our presence, short but meaningful talks, little bonding time with the group, practices that were full of laughter, being amused with each other, etc. There were also faces I long to see and talk and were happy because I had fulfilled my word, even to the point of surprising them because I hadn’t told them of my plan. Yet it was fun. Had meat and fish for meals almost everyday that my stomach craves for fruits and vegetables. As one friend said, ‘nangala sa prutas‘.. hehe.. Well, who wouldn’t crave for one anyway, for a fruit and vegetable eater like me. So on the last day, we had fruit fest. Manong Obet prepared it for us and we helped out. It was so yummy, the best indeed. Our last night was spent walking through the downtown area, from Boulevard to Bankerohan, and all other areas we had pass and circled through just to sit and enjoy eating a durian. It was yummy. That made my night. With that free dinner, free ride, mind boggling finger game for one person, talks of anything while walking, sitting on anyplace to have a talk, teasings, laughter, Baywalk, amusing smiles, priceless moments indeed. There was never a sad moment with them. Shrugging off any unwanted event.

Not to mention, my precious V3 cellphone with my old smart sim, Sony cybershot cam, money, ATM cards and an identification card were snatched from my wrist on our first night at Davao City. We were even bold enough to run after my robber only to be stopped by residents of the street the snatcher passed through. I was thankful we were safe, all 4 ladies. Worse could happen as our friends told me. I was thankful no one is hurt, no one was being stabbed, being dragged on the street, was abused, no one was bitten by a dog while running after the teenage robber or anything. We were all safe. It was not a traumatic experience for me, and I don’t know why. I even passed the same street on our last night at the city. I was even amazed because I wasn’t panicking. I was composed and had remembered everything, described the persons’ attire, height, my pouch’s contents, what happened, etc. The police officers had identified the kid because of it. I was even thinking what I should do next and what needs to be done immediately. I was very glad. All my friends who comforted me gave a thankful sigh we were safe with relieving words that they’ll help in any way. Expect for one, unexpectedly, which made me cry, among other things that happened that night and the next morning. It was an eye-opener experience. Not the snatching incident, but what happened after, the people’s reactions and support. Had guy friends whose eyes would say, if they’d want to say it words, ‘I could have prevented it but I wasn’t there because I chose not to come’. In a way, we were thankful they didn’t because for sure they’d run after the kid and what would happen to them if they had ran him over. One friend’s mother whose sibling was a high-ranking police officer said that the kid belonged to a sindicate group in that area. So imagine their force. Oh well.

Things do happen whether we want it or not. But the snatching incident didn’t hinder the fun and enjoyment I had with the people I’m with and the people I visited. I had a great time at Bukidnon, though the sun was scorching hot yet the wind was so humid. We were always full, courtesy of our friends, an old friend in college who also happen to be a church member. Had a wonderful time at Davao City with old and new friends. Long-missed talks with people I seldom talk to, I missed that, the topics, everything. The events we missed because not one of us wanted to be excluded and be left out from the group. Where one goes, the rest follows. The out-pouring support and care they gave made my experience a less traumatic one. The practices for our songs that though we were bored and tired yet the presence of each one of the group made it all festive. The special music we did at Bukidnon which we gave justice also when we gave it at Davao City, without much practice yet sounded nice they said.

I am back safe and sound. I missed my tour family. Missed waking up Mari in a different way, which was effective by the way, even if she gave me a punch and an angry sigh after. Hehe.. Peace mar.. Manong Obet took care of us, standing up to his role as our kuya. Thank you Bet. The prodigal son who was once separated from us for a while yet came back because he misses us. The surprised Isai and the teasings. Hehe.. Missed the people. Yet, I was happy I spent my days with them. Thank you guys. Though my phone and cam was lost, the memories you left me with were priceless and could never be replaced.

relationship or goal?

Despite the busy schedule and less time to rest. I’m glad there are mountain-top experiences on some days.

On days that my weary body wants to hit the sack already but there’s still something lined-up for the day that needs my attention, time and energy, both physically and mentally. When my throat sores and hurts a little because I used it for 5 hours. When my eyes wants to give up on me on some nights yet is made alive by the smiles the people I work with give. When it is already late in the evening and work duties call me yet it is still relieving to talk to them about my day, my thoughts and anything in between while walking on the street for a ride home. When my brain is tired of thinking, aching and longing to rest. Like right now.

Should I count the number of times my weary body complains or the relationships I forged with the activities I do each day?

‘True wealth comes from the heart and is always only there.’ – facebook

Tonight was another mountain-top experience I had with some friends. Despite the 5 hours straight practise I had, the smiles, laughters and talks we shared over dinner relieved it. Each day comes with different experiences. Tonight was different. It may just be a simple night with just ordinary activities yet it was made different with the people I was with tonight and the amount of stress and pressure I am experiencing right now. Thank you, in a way, for relieving my stress.

I am not prepared for my work tomorrow. Hehe..

vertigo

My boss said I have experiences of vertigo lately. It may be a big word, but I’d like to say that I am just experiencing slight dizziness sometimes. It is a balance disorder, the sensation of spinning or swaying while the body is actually stationary with respect to the surroundings. You guessed it right, due to work-related stress, short sleeping hours, short rest time, not eating ice cream as often as I wanted to. Hehe.. Kidding.. Well.. The dizziness and late night sleep due to some work-related works that I have to made me use my glasses often, have some food eside me if I could buy one before I go home, frequent trips to the kitchen to drink water and earphones attached to my ears for company. This may be just this time and until the month is over. Next month is another adventure, another challenge with my students, both preschoolers and those that have special needs. Another learning experience, another opportunity to get to know them better, learn about their ways and on how to deal and address their needs while they are still under my tutelage. Teaching is fun and fulfilling.

I will survive. I will somehow survive.

in the jeepney

I am a commuter and therefore commutes wherever I go within and outside of the city.

This afternoon, on my way to my tutee’s residence, the jeepney I rode in was caught in rush hour traffic. Glancing around, I saw elementary kids with their big pink bags and trolleys lazily coying with their guardians, a vendor busily checking her products, a skilled-worker gazing at nothing, a student who slumped in his seat, the career woman beside me busy with her cellphone, the barker busily asking passengers where they’ll stop, and others patiently waiting for the jeepney to start rolling again.

Passengers of public utility jeepney sometimes fascinates me. They were just there for the ride, oblivious to their fellow passenger’s actions or anything that they do.

playful work

A site I once read had this advise, “turn your work into a game and you will find joy and satisfaction in it.” That was what I did with my preschool class yesterday. We had a short game of patterns and instead of supervising them from my usual place at the front, I joined their circle and played with them. Though they were quite uncontrollable yet they enjoyed it immensely, which prompted my teacher assistant to join us. After our snack, I had them identify the pictures of animals and match them with their young. I intentionally made extras just in case a kid picks his choice of animal. Fortunately, they didn’t mind what animal they were coloring so in effect I am left with 2 extra animal pictures. Seeing that they were busy with their works, I grabbed a crayon and started coloring on the extra sheet. My assistant joined in too. It felt good, was not stressful and I felt light afterward. Turning it into a play was good and definitely a learning experience as well.

Which also reminded me to take each day as it comes. I may have a lot to attend to these days yet it doesn’t mean that everything has to be done all at the same time. I may procrastinate at times. Loss sleep and suffer headaches afterward. Yet things had to be done and all at the appropriate time. Trust that it is still okay and that I can still breathe even if these tasks overwhelms me. Breathe.. Breathe.. Smile..

sleep, want more of it..

These past few days were a whirlwind of responsibilities from work, both the preschoolers, special kids and tutorial, band practices, etc. Overwhelming my schedule that I guess, for the first time since the school year began, I had my 9-hours sleep last Sunday. Weehoo.. For a busy person like me, it was a relief. I do wish to have more of those 8- or 9-hour sleep one of these days. With the 2nd quarter and report submission closing in, I wonder if my next relieving sleep would be on the last weeks of this month if we won’t push through with our training. Oh well.. Life..

my brain ceased to function for a while there..

Was lining up at the counter earlier to pay for the special paper I bought for our class activity tomorrow. In my hand was my portfolio with its zipper open. I forgot that I opened it so when I flipped my portfolio, all my colored pens were on the floor. And I just stared at it, asking myself, where did that come from and who’s the owner. Gush.. It took me a while to realize that it was mine not until the person in front of me picked it up and handed back my pens. Wheew.. This is not good. I have these episode sometimes. Like my brain cease to function, stopped to think and just rest blankly. Hahayz.. The long weekend I had was I guess not effective as rest days since I had to wake up early those days while vacationing at my mother’s hometown. Well at least, I spent it with my cousin and away from work (eventhough I brought some work with me but failed to continue working on them). Oh well.. More to come of these brain freeze episodes. Hehe..

why were they afraid?

I never thought there would still be someone I know who is afraid to cross the Carmen bridge after I led one of the youths in crossing it. Last week, after one of our practices, we would go to DiviSoria where majority of us could get a ride home. As always, we would cross the bridge. Unknowingly, one of our companions was afraid of crossing long bridges. Made me wonder why they were afraid? Because the bridge kind of vibrate whenever a vehicle passes through? Or they were not used to passing one of those long bridges we have? Oh well.. Maybe because its a new experience for them. Some paths have to be taken with risk and courage. While some, well, can be ignored. Yet opportunities knock on our doors once. We have the freedom of choice ot grab it or let it pass us by, without knowing the possible outcome or consequences of our actions.

end of the day relaxation

I may not be at home for 14 hours or so on weekdays. And go for other obligation on weekends. Literally, not always at home. On weekdays, from work, I go to my tutorial then for music practices and dinner. After which, we’d head to DiviSoria with the youths then home. Such busy days for me, specially because I’m still adjusting to my new work schedule of 8am to 5pm. Nonetheless, the end of the day activity were always a mountain top experience. Being with the youths, talking about anything, sharing views and insights though they may be confuse at times and don’t want to bring them to my level of thinking. But I’m glad they are very open as well. Those were moments that even though my body yearns for rest yet it could be relieved by this people, this youths I spend my time with. Priceless, irreplaceable, cherish moments.

longing for home

Work has changed this past 2 weeks. I’m asked to replace our senior teacher who is resigning due to family health reasons. So I had to do an 8AM – 5PM job handling the pre-school children and continuing on with my students with special needs plus the tutorial I have after work, which usually gets me home at 9PM. That’s 11 hours away from home. Darn.. Imagine, I’ll only get home for net, sleep, morning preparation for the work day, breakfast and mess with the things here. Hahayz.. Longing for a respite. Wanted to go for a swim but when it comes to the day and time I had planned to take a dip, laziness overpowers my will. What else do I want to do to relax? Soundtrip with the youths again? Strolling with them? I want to stay at our house the whole day, for once. Wake up late, slump in front of this computer browsing on anything, continue my dvd marathon on 24 the tv series, take a swim, go somewhere, etc.

work break agenda

We got 5 days off from work starting tomorrow, counting in the weekends. Tomorrow is the city fiesta, a non-working special holiday for our city. Then on Monday, National Heroes Day which is a official declared holiday. Yehhey!! Long break..

And long workday break for me means NO CLASS, more time with friends and dvd marathons. Hehe.. As always.. I have to finish watching the last 4 episodes of NUMB3RS season 3. Other title on my list to watch is the season 7 of 24. Hopefully I could have time for it on Saturday. Tomorrow morning though, be meeting up with some friends of my friend having problems with their thesis paper. Meeting up also with a co-worker who wants to borrow my NUMB3RS dvd. Monday morning, meeting with the boss at school. In the afternoon, be with the youths to plan out our activity for the October festival.

Notice that when I don’t have class or even when there’s extra time for relaxation, its either I’m with the youths or having a marathon run of shows I’m interested in or music tripping? It seemed as though I don’t have any other choices. Are my options limited? Hhmmm.. Or, am I limiting myself?

time out

I do not consider it wasting time when I am with the young people or even just 2 of them.

After buying a refreshing cold drink at DiviSoria, we decided to sit at the park while consuming our Orbitz. We didn’t plan to stay much longer as it is Sunday night and tomorrow is a school and workday. Yet we did. Just talking about anything, teasing Mari and sharing and exchanging views with Kevin. Small talks yet memorable and helps me know them more.

Last Friday night, at 10:30PM, 7 of us went to a city carnival to ride the roller coaster courtesy of Makoy. It was fun, the ride was thrilling and we got hilarious reactions. We just rode the roller coaster then went home at minutes past 12 midnight. Quite late for young people like them to be on the street and we had to walk from the carnival place to the highway were Makoy could ride a jeepney to his home.

I could have stayed at home that night. I was still exhausted from our river trekking. I could have rested since I could only have 2 nights in a week to rest my mind from work. I could have went home immediately early tonight. But I didn’t. And I chose to spend it with them.

Indeed, the best and the most beautiful things in this world, cannot be seen or even touched. They are felt with the heart. It doesn’t make me rich in wealth. It did made me rich in relationship and contentment.

sunburned in August

Friday was a non-working holiday, no class, no work. So my brother and I decided to go to an adventure. We went river trekking and an out-of-the-plan water tubing. The trek was not so challenging and tedious, as it has become a popular destination for people who wants to light candles on wooden crosses along the way. Yet the time spent with my younger brother was worth it. We hadn’t been in activities we both enjoy lately. Its either me going with the young people if I’m not at work and him in his computer programs and whatsoever if he’s not at school. So as expected, when we go for an adventure, its either we’ll make up our own route or go beyond the usual route. But this time, we followed the trail and went tubing instead, it was not part of the plan. The heat was scorching at minutes before noon. Enjoying the waters and trying hard not to get wet but to no avail, and it was what made tubing fun. It was a nice break from work for me and school after midterms for him as well. Because our pants and shirt were wet, we decided to walk to a friend’s house which was located on the way, not very far from the starting point of the trekking site. Not part of the plan also. I also find it amazing that we only had a bottle of Gatorade and a pack of biscuit each yet we still had energy left after that trek. Others who went had packed food and big bottles of water. Does that mean we’re still very much capable for an adventure? Hehe.. I sure do hope there’ll still be more adventures to come.

for lack of anything to post

Read this line somewhere, “When your student hurt you, do not hurt him back. Hurt the other student instead”. Haha.. Unreasonable.. Okay okay.. I’m just tired right now. Thinking up of reasons why I don’t want to go to work today or handle my MR student. For one, she would be hyperactive again this time. Yesterday, I had to restrain her feet so she won’t kick me or lie on the floor. I must say, she made me weary after almost an hour of doing that. I felt like I had a workout in the gym, except that my dumbells were her feet and strength. Hahayz.. Sometimes, I just want to sit with her in our room and not say anything, not try to teach her anything and just stare blankly at her, see her smile for no reason at all. Glad my other 2 students weren’t as tough as her yesterday.

kagay-an festival

It is the city fiesta once again. I wish to see most of the planned events, like the cultural parade, civic military parade and other events in the DVSoria. Unfortunately, I had work on those days and would prefer to get some rest. An opportunity to take a break from my hyperactive student I say. I wish to snap pictures as well. Oh well.. We’ll just see.Since Friday is an official holiday, had a plan with my younger bro to go for a river trekking adventure at Tablon, just for the thrill of it though and the kicks for my muscles. Hehe.. Hoping it’ll not rain on Thursday afternoon till Friday morning. We’ll see..

dvd marathon for turtle speed net

For the sake of this person who wants update on me and my activities (hehe.. peace..).

Well, there’s nothing much this past few days. Work, leisure, food, etc. The internet was slow due to a network breakage in the Southeast Asia area as I’ve read on another blog. So I resorted to dvd marathon instead of waiting and wasting time on the turtle speed net. And much reading on a book about Dyslexia. No wonder I had a slight headache and my eyes hurt nowadays. Ignoring to wear the glasses and continuing on reading and watching much. That’s what I got. Glad I got a restful sleep last night than opting to continue on the dvd marathon of the tv series NUMB3RS, which my younger brother is still watching as of this post, to catch up with me. I’ve talked to one of my friends about this tv series and exclaimed that he cannot relate and is uninterested. Huh.. He made me think I’m kind of weird to like numbers so much and how the characters and producers played it in this tv series. Oh well.. At least my younger bro also liked it. Haha.. Still waiting on my younger bro though to call me so we can watch it together. We almost had the same interest though, when it comes to these tv series. Haha.. Credits to that.

one person at a time

Sean Porter: Everybody listen up. The Gridiron is a football field. On the Gridiron, we do it my way, not your way. Your way got you here. Whatever gang you claim, whatever hood you’re from, this is your hood now.

Sean Porter: Most sixteen/seventeen year old kids, they make a bad choice. Something gets broken, they screw up in class, hurt somebody’s feelings, show up at the prom drunk. They get sent to the Principal’s office, have their car keys taken away or get grounded. Then there’s kids that make a bad choice, somebody ends up shot dead in the parking lot. Those kids get sent here.

Lines from the movie “Gridiron Gang”.

The “Gridiron Gang” is about making a difference, one person at a time, in small but significant ways, in the lives of troubled youths that societies the world over would just as soon ignore. Much like the situations we have in our communities nowadays. Whenever there’s violence, the youth gets blamed for it. Whenever there’s resistance, the youths gets tagged into it. What are we doing about it?

Had a talk with a fellow youth worker and an apprentice last night. He was asking how they’re doing, their activities until our talk touched to our effectiveness as youth workers. When people look at them, specifically the boys or rather guys, they’ll conclude that nothing really has changed. They get frustrated and was on the verge of giving up because their desired results were not met. It isn’t like that as we all know. Life can’t be changed instantly like snapping a finger. It is not done overnight. It is a process. I had been closely with them for over 2 year now and I could say that they’ve really changed. Not with every member of the group though. For some, the changes were obvious to us. At times, their parents, brothers and sisters were the once telling me about it. While there were instances also that I hear complains about them from their parents. Some changes were in their choice of company, in their decision-making, in perseverance to continue on with their studies and in their choice of activities. I wonder what their lives were when they weren’t together, when they’re at school, when they’re with friends other than the group we have. We’re they good examples and influence to them? I certainly hope so. They live in a society were drinking, smoking, youth and adult violence, teen pregnancy and youth drop-outs were rampant. Older brothers who hadn’t finished college because they see school as a waste of their time and laziness with studies. These are what they usually see in their society. Deviating from their society’s norm could gather up praise and ridicule at the same time. Yet they still persevered and strive to do good and make a better future.

Two years, the changes may not be that big but at least we had planted a seed and continue to nurture it until maybe it is ready to be left alone. It is still worth it. Our effort is not in vain. The journey is not over yet.

new series marathon

Haven’t been on the net lately. I’ve been gone for 3 days I think. So what updates have I missed? Hmm.. I hope not much. Wonder what I had been up to when I’m at home and not doing work-related activities or not yet in my bed? Been glued to NUMB3RS the television series and would watch a marathon run of it without getting bored. In fact, it got me interested that I’ve planned to buy the other 2 series soon. Calculations, math, numbers, hypothesis and proving it through numbers, family relationships, etc., count to that randomness. Would do a marathon run on it again even if I still have classes to attend to the following day. Haha..

He balances it

With the entries I posted, I’m sure you’ve come to know the nature of my income generating job. You’ve known of the struggles I endured to defend myself though there were times that I wasn’t successful. I get to receive punches, kicks, spits, slaps, shoes thrown, etc. every now and then and I just address it as part of the job. Why? Because even if I wanted so much to restrain, scold or punish her, she wouldn’t even understand why I had to do it nor would she understand that it hurts. Unless maybe if I do to her what she does to me, revenge. NO, can’t. With the case of the ADHD kid, it was his impulses that made him do it. And that’s what he is trying to control. That’s why he is my student. Patience is an essential virtue in my line of work, much patience that is. Even if my student had punched me on the head 5 times, 2 on my back, 1 on my right temple, 1 on my right jaw and 1 on my face, I could only cry from the pain. I could not hit her back or restrain her with my anger, I might hurt her and I don’t want to do that. My license will also be at stake. I just don’t want to mind it and concentrate more on how I can help my students. Even if sometimes, waking up to another teaching day is hard, much more when upon entering the gate, my students would then show hyperactive gestures. Expect that I’d be stern with my ADHD kid and merciful with my MR student. My Bipolar student was also different, I still had to get to know her more. As well as my other 2 students who were not so difficult to deal with anyway.

I am very glad we have Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. I sometimes wish that there won’t be Tuesdays and Thursdays to deal with. Hehe.. I’m glad there’s Fridays to end the workweek. Saturdays and Sundays to wake up late, have some alone, quiet time without my students, leisure, meet up with the youths, jam with them and be recharged.

Thankful also to the food that relieves my stress, even if it makes me fat.

a unique mountaintop experience

What an experience it was.

The Sunday afternoon was quiet as the youths were treated for a birthday lunch at KFC, Limketkai Mall. After which, to make their time useful and not just wander around the mall in pairs or groups without unified direction, we revised a game with the objective of surprising the birthday celebrant. It was very spontaneous, was only planned and organized then and there but was fun nonetheless. We made the youths race around the mall to find key persons to accomplish the tasks. This was not the highlight of my Sunday though. It was after the youths went home at around 5:30PM.

Since Kevin had to finish some drawings with the help of Patrick, I decided to join them and Mari since we also go to the same direction going home. I didn’t know when they’ll finish the drawing assignments of Kevin for his Architecture course. To while away time, Mari and I talked and wrote just about anything while Kevin and Patrick were busy sketching and talking at the same time once in a while we didn’t notice that it was time for Limketkai Mall to close. It was already 8PM. So we decided to transfer to McDonald’s outside the mall. Had dinner and finished their drawings. By that time, Kevin was already shading while Patrick was figuring out the designs, structures and details of an old church. After dinner and some talk, the guys proceeded back to their work while Mari and I got bored and talked about anything, again. Until Mari got sleepy and I helped out at shading Patrick’s work while he continued to worked on his detailing. It was the only help I could give since I am not talented with arts. It was already past 10PM and we still had a long way to go but enjoyed our company as well. Talking just about anything, life, the designs, a little orientation about Architectural designs, terms, and techniques from Kevinski and singing as that’s what we commonly do. Unknowingly, McDonald’s Limketkai closes at 10PM on Sundays so we overstayed. We didn’t even bother to look at the time I guess. We were aware that we were the only customers left, but we weren’t aware that they closed early. The staff didn’t even bother to approach us and advised us that they were already closed, until we went to the counter to buy snacks which was hidden from our view where we sat. Bad. By 12AM, we left the store since the crew has already finished cleaning up the place and was about to turn off the lights.

What an experience that was. Two stores closed on us on a Sunday night as we were enjoying each other’s company. Though bothered a bit with the fact that Monday is a school and work day but we all had a common goal, to finish the drawing before we leave, that overpowered our reasons why we should have been home by that time.

Upon leaving McDonald’s, the crew jokingly stated that we had spent 2 days at their store, since it was minutes past 12AM that we had gotten out of their premise. It was the first time for us. They were friendly and nice people too. We were indeed grateful.

What did we learn from our experience? When someone has projects, call a friend. Hehe.. Seriously now. Kevinski shared that he could have worked on his projects at home and avoid the reprimands of thier parents for coming home late, vey late in tonight’s case, and spending for dinner, he had no regrets about spending time with us while doing the work. Though he could have finished his work sooner if he stayed at home, it would have felt that the load was heavy carrying it alone. I totally agree. I’m glad he came along and shared his assignment with us.

mountaintop experience

Do you know what mountaintop experiences are? These are the moments when you experience a breather after a very stressing day or event or a relax from the pressures of daily life. I’m not sure if I did justice to Kevinski’s word about mountaintop experiences, but its more quiet like it.

Like last Saturday night, I know it was supposedly a rest day or night and a respite from all the hustle and bustle of workdays. And to think that it was already late in the evening so basically for workers like me who have a regular day job. Saturday night is suppose to be a rest night. But not tonight. After our practise and jamming at Cugman, we visited a friend at their residence for a little talk. He was on his guitar that time with his cousin on the beatbox. Without wasting much time, I and a fellow youth joined in on the soundtrip while his cousin asked permission to go on his way as he was only passing by as well. And so that started our 2-hours soundtrip and short talks in between. It was truly spontaneous. It just happened that we 3 wanted to have a respite and craves for the sound of our own music rather than getting it from a radio or from our music players. We had fun laughing at our own made lyrics, actions, the way we cut a song and instantly changed into another, changed its pitch, etc. All for 2-straight hours and none of us wanted to end it. Sad to say, it was truly late, t’was almost 11PM and to think that I still had to take 2 rides going home. It was a fun night though, no regrets.

Truly a mountaintop experience for me. Event though my body is craving for rest already and I so wanted to go home for some tasks to be done, yet I chose to stay with them and make music. My way of relaxation. Music. And their company most of all. It has become my life. It was also the first time that we 3 had jammed and bonded. Truly great. Hope it’ll happen again.

i cheated with my reward.. ssshhhh..

Finally, I’m done with my reports, but not after watching Star Trek 6 : Undiscovered Country. Hehe.. To say, I rewarded myself in advance with this one.

Back to my topic, made 3-pages and 4-pages report per child and another 2-pages for a new one. Much browsing, scanning and reading through preferences like books, notes, articles on the net, even previous reports I made for my old student and reports from other professionals forwarded to me. Tedious job we say but necessary for the child’s progress, where the child is right now, his needs and capabilities. More so, getting to know the child more and knowing where best to develop and address his skills or learning.

Finished my report at 4AM with some background music from my stored files. In the morning however, continued my reward of finishing the Star Trek movies my brother had in his computer. Watched Star Trek 8 : First Contact and Star Trek 9 : Insurrection. Great movies to watch on a break though.

tears of sadness

When we started our class, my student was talkative and was her usual self. 1o minutes into our time, she wouldn’t do the task I asked her to do. She was blabbering about the chalk, about standing up, kicked her shoes, slapped me with the book and threw the manipulative tool. Suddenly she sobbed and said something about spanking. It was about halfway on our class. I didn’t get her so I tried to appease by comforting her. She stopped for a while. Slumped on her chair, looked at me and said something inaudible again. Sobbed some more. This time she was really in tears and her eyes were red and wouldn’t stop crying. She just hugged me all those times while saying something.

I told her Nanang about it and found out that she was spanked by her older brother last night. Pitiful girl. She felt the rejection but couldn’t understand why she was beaten. She has feelings, genuine feelings. Children with mental retardation does. They just don’t know how to understand and express it appropriately.

new tambayan

I just discovered this afternoon the Boiz's new hang out place. They invited me over at their tambayan a couple of times for some soundtrip and jamming with acoustic guitars and beat box. Sad to say I hadn’t been with them for those purposes since they held it usually at night, under the stars when it is not raining or in weekdays wherein I’m not able to visit them. But this afternoon, I had finally gone with them since I still had a task to be done before I leave their place.

Guess what. Their new tambayan is in an unusual place yet nice. It was in a small parcel of land, rather a platform in the middle of the river when the water is low, enough for them to gather in a circle. Sweet. The sound of the shallow, rushing river in itself is soothing. Not to mention the music that they make. Really a nice place to relax. I wasn’t able to be with them in the river though because I was wearing a skirt and it would be impossible to scale the dike with a skirt on, even if I do it in barefoot. Maybe next time. (pardon the picture, it was taken through my camera phone)

spontaineity

I led one of the youths in crossing the Carmen bridge tonight with her eyes closed. This girl was afraid of hiking through that bridge. It is already old, around 40 or 50 years old yet still strong. We often pass there from Carmen to DiviSoria every Friday night. Tonight was an exemption since we came from our meeting. Whenever she walks through that bridge, she would always hold the railing and would walk slowly. And in a way, slowing us as well.

However, tonight, I grabbed her hands and held her close to me. Asked her to close her eyes and slowly walked straight through the bridge’s sidewalk. She did that all the way and I’m proud of her. Though there were humps along the way, she would slump a little to the side, she could feel the bridge more under her feet whenever a vehicle passes, we would stop on our track when a person passed us from the opposite direction and gave us curious looks, etc. Yet it was fulfilling. Knowing that I had led her from one end of the bridge to the other. It was quiet a long bridge by the way, estimating 80 meters.

Why did I bothered do it in the first place? I don’t know. It just came into my mind. I was suppose to scare her by teasing her and pushing her a little to the side but it was meant to be put in good use.

on its 2nd week and counting

It’s already Saturday night and I’m still sick, 2nd week now. Still got cough, colds and sore throat. My fever hadn’t surfaced back. My body still aches. Do I need to be alarmed? There are confirmed cases of swine flu victims in our city. Don’t get me wrong, I am not paranoid. I am just concerned since I’ll be facing and handling preschoolers and children with special needs and might have weak immune system. One of my new student even got fever last week and I hope she didn’t get it from me (her sister also got the fever before her). Little things that if left untreated could become alarming. Somehow, for precautionary measures, I’m taking Vitamin C medicines. Hope this’ll be enough.

mute for a day

I’m suffering from a severe sore throat today. This morning, no voice would come out of my voice box, I could only do whispers. I texted my boss early this morning that I could not attend to my classes because of this dry cough, colds and sore throat. Unknowingly, we don’t have a class because of the transport strike. Good thing. But my mother was worried this might be a case of streptococcus and she wants me to have it checked by a specialist. Bad. I haven’t had my throat checked lately. Tired of going back to my doctor who’ll only let me open my mouth, insert something then prescribe a med or answers my inquiries if I had one or two.

Yesterday morning though, it was only a mild sore throat due to my cough and cold. Because the youths were there and the band was complete. I couldn’t resist and grabbed the bass guitar while doing some vocals with the coarse voice I had.

No one else to blame but me. Not the wheather, not my job, and certainly not the boys. Hehe..

Good thing there is text messaging nowadays or else I had to call my school and force my voice to come out so the other end would hear me. Didn’t even consider going out of the house. How would I tell the public utility vehicle driver where I’d be going, where I wanted to be stopped, etc. I had considered writing my destination and having the driver read it. But why bother. I wonder also if they know how to read sign language, they’ll probably laugh at me and fellow commuters eyeing on me. Oh well. This area would probably be a challenge for the deaf and the mute as well.

am I in or out?

Heard one of the preschoolers sung this song yesterday. Upon prodding her who sung that song, I had to search it in the net. Here it is;

You could change your hair,
You could change your clothes.
You could change your mind,
It’s just the way it goes.
You could say goodbye and you could say hello.
But you’ll always find your way back home.
You could change your style,
You could change your jeans.
You could learn to fly,
And you could chase your dreams.
You can laugh or cry,
Like everybody knows.
You’ll always find your way back home.

It’s just the chorus part of You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home’ and that’s what she sang. She told me that it is a Hannah Montana song, I got curious. Was wondering why this 5-year old girl is watching a tv series for teens. Is television really that unrestricted anymore that when a household got a cable connection they could just leave their children unattended in front of it and watch whatever is available on the tube unsupervised?

Can’t really relate to this. I’m not a tv freak, nor am I a television addict. Only opens our television to watch the news or any useful, educational programs on television. We don’t have a cable connection as well.

Or is it just the fact that I’m so behind with what’s in and acceptable with the society that I reacted immediately without even finding out and delving into the topic or issue at hand to understand the things they do and why they do it. Or is it because Hannah Montana or Miley Cyrus doesn’t interest me at all. Whatever.

I could only hope these kids would feed their young, sponge-like minds with useful and good things.

not a lost cause

Had a talk with one of the preschooler parent after my afternoon class today. It started when my MR student approached her toddler and played with him. From then, we caught up on anything. She shared how her sister-in-law of 22 years old stayed at their home for 2 days then ran away to Zamboanga to reunite with her boyfriend. Her disappointment with her sister-in-law could be traced in her face. She respected her, gave her space, tried to understand her wants and wimps but she disrespected them by running away. She was angry and worried.

She didn’t know that I’m involve with the youths.

Our conversation led us to discuss about the youths situations nowadays. Their activities, their behavior and the norm that was once unacceptable. She shared that she sometimes sees older elementary students on the next school adjacent to us walking in the sidewalk holding each other’s hands. She worries about her preschool daughter. She and her husband’s in their 40’s now. When her daughter reaches teenager, will she be proud to bring her mother to social events? She wonders.

Teenagers, young adults.. Times have really changed. Society shaped them and fed them things. Things they ought to learn and those that they shouldn’t have learned early on. Things that were supposed to be good but inappropriately practiced. Rebels, teenagers eager to grow up but still lacks knowledge and wisdom about their self, the world they are in and everything in it. Still looking for their niche in this society.

We could help them by understanding them and being with them. Letting them know that somebody still cares and accepts them for who they are. They are worth the effort.

How about you, how do you see them?

preschoolers do amuse us at times

Let me share with you what happened to 2 of the preschoolers in class the other day. Take note: they are preschoolers, 5 and 6 years old.

It started when we had our circle time and sang the Barney song “I love you, you love me.. We’re one happy family..” First, we had them in a circle. Then we asked them to pair off with their classmates, with the kid beside them. Ivy paired off with Jules and did the song with actions. On our succeeding activities, they would wait for each other, helping each other with the worksheets, sharing their snacks, even held hands on plays and while running around. Hhmmm.. Smells fishy?? Their classmates even teased them. Haha.. Before we ended our class, they sort of had a quarrel and declared that they are not friends anymore. Yesterday though, they forgot what happened the previous day. Hehe..

How sweet..

my day..

Had a good time today despite the stress of work. Transformer the movie was nice. Didn’t had ice cream though, maybe next time. Hehe..

To my friends, relatives and family who greeted me today, THANK YOU SO MUCH. ^_^

t'was good for me

Been assisting our Kinder 2 class for 2 days now, since its head teacher was not feeling well. It had been a tiring and trying days. But fun nonetheless. I’m getting the hang of it. The smile I get when a kid embraces his classmate because they shared their snacks. Simple things that brought on lasting effects.

Spending time with them made me think twice on giving up the roving teacher post. It was worth it anyway. I had realizations. My principles were made clearer. I had proven once again to myself that I am still on the path I had chosen even if they say so otherwise.

money can't buy this

My ADHD student today amazed me. After he threw his handkerchief to the adjacent room and tore the pages of the book, he apologizes to me. Forgiven. Good thing he didn’t threw the scissor (during our last session, he threw the scissor to the flourescent lamp, glad it didn’t hit the lamp). At one point, he even smashed my bag to the floor. Everytime I turned my back at him, who knows what he’ll be doing next. Anyway, after a while, he made some writing on my clothes with the chalk and threw the board eraser on my shirt. Still he asked for an apology. Though he was forgiven but pardon the stern look kid. He is diagnosed to be Global Developmental Delay with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Problem and mildly educable. A big challenge on my part. He was not at all affected with the stern look so I had to talk to him in a firm voice, not my usual soft one. When our time was almost up, he kept asking me if its time already so I had to firmly say “no, you are not going home yet, you still have class”. Hahayzz.. What an hour that was. After our class, before he got out of our room, he hugged my legs without uttering a word. Then he went to his lola who loved him dearly.

i did survived..

.. but not without a kick, a shoe thrown at me and much struggle. Hehe.. My life as a teacher for her. It has been like this since her seizures started and worsen. Depending on her medication, sometimes I can get her to focus and be quiet. At times and most of the time, she would ran around the lobby, sit on the floor, good thing though that our room is not spacious enough for her to roll over. I’d also feel lucky if I couldn’t get a punch, a kick or anything thrown at me. Sometimes, I wonder if she deliberately threw them at me because I was such a nuisance to her school life. Hehe.. On the second thought, she’s not aware and she doesn’t really know that it hurts and that it is bad to throw things at anyone, or even kick somebody, or give a hurtful punch. I salute her nanang for being so patient and caring to her despite everything she had done to her.

lazy Monday

It’s Monday once again. And it meant another day with my student, my hyperactive one. I hope she will behave this time and focus on tasks.

Hahayz.. Got to gather up energy before I head to work. I’m just so lazy today. Oh well.. I will survive.

remind me again why I took this job?

She was just so hyperactive today. The moment she arrived at school, she hadn’t stopped talking, shouting, running around the lobby. When I brought her to our little room, she still hasn’t stopped talking. She talked the whole time, I couldn’t butt in, couldn’t make her to focus on the task I asked her to do. Tore the paper I asked her to write on. Sat on the floor with her white pants. If the space was enough, she could have lied down again. Drooled. Threw her shoe on my face, the other shoe on my chest. Punched my stomach. Threw the blocks on me. I wouldn’t dare let her hold the scissors. When our time was up, she continuously ran around the lobby her nanang couldn’t control her too. Attempted to get out of the gate the lady guard had to restrain her with the locked gate on her back. Etcetera etcetera. So tell me, why did I took this job again?

My co-teachers still hadn’t stopped telling me that I shouldn’t have given up the roving teacher item for this. The pay was good compared to the one I have right now and less risk on my part. It gets to the point that they get annoying. I’ve already explained to them why I gave up the said position yet they still pestered me with that ‘you shouldn’t have given it up‘, ‘you should have tried it‘, ‘you should blah blah blah‘, and the sort. I’ve gotten tired of those statement. Its not money I’m after anyway. For me, I can be more effective with one-on-one with the special children who understand little of themselves, this world and their surroundings than tend to preschoolers who would just throw tantrums because they just want to when their needs aren’t met.

Oh well.. We all do have different views. Different ways of addressing our usefulness and attending to our needs. This week or the next, i hope they would eventually stop pestering me.

youth summer ender

Ever wonder what’s up with the youths right now? Well.. Since it is school time once again, they are now getting busy with their studies since most of them are in college. Last summer after the camp and before I went to Cebu camp, we often see and gather together for band practices, jamming, just plain chika-chika and bonding time. We even had crash sleepovers at any youth’s place. They are now starting and getting comfortable with the other youth group since they both are now jamming and practicing together in one place. Good, right, getting united. And 3 youths are being trained to lead them, make their activities, organizing them, etc.

Anyway, before school officially started, we had a beach activity which the 3 youth trainees meticulously planned and organized. They randomly separated the group in 3. Had stations which the group had to undergo. There were memory game, eat-all-you-can, puzzle, blow it all away and a riddle. It was a good start for the trainees though. Not bad, two thumbs up for them. I wasn’t there when they planned it as I was at Cebu camp and had my vacation extension.

Admittedly though, they still need continued guidance and mentoring, of course.

As if school hasn’t started yet, we went for a videoke with the youths and Baby Bear Sai as our visitor last Sunday night. It could be the culmination of our summer.

What would we be doing next now that school has started already? I wonder.

back to the old one

Had a talk with my boss this afternoon. I was assigned back to my previous item. I’m glad, really glad she relieved me of the roving teacher for preschoolers one. As I have been saying to her, I prefer youths over children, specifically preschoolers. The pay may not be that good but its okay, totally okay. I don’t want to be pressured into doing something I’m not passionate about. The pay doesn’t really matter as long as I’m doing something I know I can make a difference. Than be pressured to attend to responsibilities and duties with an unenthusiastic spirit.

I just hope my boss didn’t misunderstood my side.

not in the mood yet

Classes will have a full swing on the 16th at our school. So basically, this week is all about getting to know and establishing a good working camaraderie with the new teachers, cleaning our rooms, decorating, plus another room was added to accomodate the growing number of students enrolling so we had to help out in cleaning that one too. Not to mention preparing for my curriculum as the new roving teacher. Sad to say, I haven’t made one, I’d only be depending on the curriculum made for our regular classes which I’d be coming in on certain times. Laziness got on me plus the hangover from our larag-larag which made me always sleepy and weak. I am late everyday, since Monday till today. Haha.. Instead of coming in at 8AM, I usually arrive 8:30 – 9:00. And be off minutes past 5PM, just like the others. Hehe.. Bad working habit eh. But next week, there won’t be any room for tardiness. I might say, I am only excusing my tardiness since there are no students yet. Haha.. Anyway, I’m still not in working mode. I wish I had more restful week. Because it was as though I haven’t had a vacation or a rest from my responisbilities and duties after summer classes with my student and after our larag-larag. Oh well.. Life must go on.

what happened during the 10 days I was away..

Where do I start?

Yeah.. We left Cagayan de Oro the afternoon of May 25, as posted in my previous entries. Though we had anxiety and nervousness whether we’d be flying in on that day, we never doubted and still continued to hope and prayed that we will. Despite the time we spent strolling at SM CDO while waiting, we did have our moments and bonding together. We laugh at Kai quickly getting up from her sit when I read to her and Marmie Sarah’s text message that the plane was scheduled to fly at 4PM. It was 15 or 10 minutes before 3PM. And we thought it would be the estimated time departure from CDO, so we hurriedly went to retrieve our baggage from the counter and rushed to the airport which was just 10minutes from SM CDO. Only to find out that 4PM was its schedule to depart from Cebu International Airport. Haha.. We had fun waiting anyway. And even when Sarah forwarded the pilot’s text message that they had landed already to the moment when the pilot approached us. We were very excited and it always shows. So when a man in white pilot uniform with an Aviatour patch, black pants and shoes holding a portfolio appeared from the gate, Kai right away stood up. It was somewhat embarrassing for us so we calmed ourselves once again, sat politely and waited patiently(?). Until he approached and asked if we were his and his co-pilot’s passengers. Weeehh..

It was a blessing also that we left Cagayan de Oro at 5PM. Along our ride, we had a glance of the city from above, the sea beyond, the island of Camiguin from a distance, Negros island, Siquijor, we passed by Bohol and saw the famous Chocolate Hills, etc. And most of all, we were blessed to witness the sunset on the horizon. We were met by glad faces of friends at the Cebu airport, at the hangar of Aviatour.

The camp went well. My companions were assigned dorms and campers they had to take care for the duration of the camp. I, as well, was into swimming and snorkeling again. I had already prepared myself for the scorching heat and burnt skin but I didn’t imagined it to be this much. I had sunburn on my nose, on my face, then at my shoulders, which hadn’t healed until now. On the second activity day of the camp, I even had a slight fever. But life must go on, I still had swimming class to attend to and snorkeling class to assist. It was even an opportunity to swim along with the fishes, marvel at the creation under the blue waters we often see, see sea snakes that lie at the bottom of the sea, a straight sea horse, starfishes, fishes coming out of the corals, swimming beneath us, colorful coral reefs that weren’t bleached yet, etc. It was amazing indeed. Until such time that I had had enough of the view since we ventured to the same spot everyday, morning and afternoon for 4 days. Nonetheless, it was a blessing.

I had great co-workers too. Aside from the Cebu people who welcomed, included and accepted us, the Mindanao staffs warmly, we always had great food and I had 2 bottles of Gatorade a day provision. Hehe.. Working alongside with the Mindanao youth workers in this camp was one big blessing for me. It was an opportunity also for them to be part of the Cebu and other people’s lives. At times, we would go out after the campers are settled into their rooms at night and just talk about our day and the days to come. When we couldn’t gather for some time, a tap on the shoulder, an exchange of conversations, a smile, sitting beside them during sessions, eating with them, a short how-are-you encourages all of us. The bonding that we had established from our Davao City camp the previous month was further nurtured at the Cebu camp. It has bonded us so much that we became very comfortable with each other, always ready with a helping hand and an understanding heart to each one of us. That was great! I’m glad they came as well. This year at Cebu camp, I was not alone.

After the camp, we spent our time at Sibulan, Negros Oriental, the town next to Dumaguete City, at an adopted Mindanao team member. Just some unwinding, relaxing, more bonding moments, laughs to cherish, etc. We had our walk at the airport runway, took pictures with the 2-seater planes parked at the hangar, went to Dumaguete City, strolled from their market to Silliman University campus to look for a Jollibee outlet and we didn’t have our tour guide with us, had swimming time at Forest Camp, strolled at the park of Valencia, Negros Oriental, had fried ice cream, strolled at baywalk, had a snack at a camper’s house inside the Silliman University campus, had a drinking spree which bonded us more, walked again at the airport runway, lain at the runway gazing on the starless sky, visited their provincial hall, walked again to Silliman University campus, strolled at Silliman University campus, had body glitters, etc. Those were such cherished moments. Wish we had more time at Dumaguete City, we could have visited Sta. Catalina also. Anyway, at least we have something to look forward to the next time we have the opportunity to visit Negros Oriental. Next year maybe? Hehe.. I hope. Then back at Cebu City, bonding time with the Cebu City people, chit-chat, mais con yelo, SM Cebu, Sto. Niño Church, Magellan’s Cross, and McDonald JY Square for a treat.

It was fun, really. So sad that it had to end and we had to part ways once again. I had great travel companions, fellow youth workers, friends, brothers and sisters. How many times have I said that already. Haha.. Anyway.. For sure, it will not be the end of our adventure or larag-larag. With the bonding and trust we had established, I hope our planned Palawan trip next year would be a reality.

back home

Just got back from my escapade. It was fun, not too tiring. From Cebu City to the town of Alegria to Sibulan, Negros Oriental to Dumaguete City to the town of Valencia, Negros Oriental and back to Cebu City. I had great companions as well. It’ll take some months before we’ll be reunited again. It was a privilege working and traveling with them. I’ll surely miss our time together, our bonding moments, funny moments, sad moments, lakwatsa, walking together, lying on the airport runway at night watching the stars while talking, reaching a goal together, eating together, laughing around, joking around, etc. Will probably be posting some pictures soon.

Have to rest. I’m still a bit dizzy and sleepy.

Dumaguete City post

We did had our plane ride at 5PM that day. Niabot ra jud ang supply sa amo lana. Hehe.. And it was fun. Riding in a 6-seater plane was an experience.

I’m here at Dumaguete City right now. Arrived this afternoon after we ended our camp at around noon. I had a tan. I already expected this but not as tan as this. Haha.. Anyway.. It was worth it anyway, I had a great time.

quick post before I leave

I left my place this morning excited for the ride and the camp. At the same time, I was kinda bothered. I hope I hadn’t left a thing or anything that I’ll need at Cebu. Or I hope I didn’t miss to leave them with extra cash or anything they need. Forgive me for thinking about this even at a time like this when I should be preparing myself for the camp and all, mentally and emotionally.

T’was 4 hours ago that I bade goodbye and take care to my siblings and dogs. Yet I’m still here at Netopia of SM CDO waiting for our ride. They are still waiting for fuel as well. Anyway, just whiling away time. Hope naa nay lana. Hehe..

my gratitude to them

Be off to Cebu City in a few hours through the generosity of the Bahinting family. I was supposedly in a boat last night but my good friend Lloyd asked to swap places with me since he’d be the only guy passenger on that plane ride and I would be the only lady passenger in the group to go with the boat. I agreed of course, since it’ll give me extra time here at home and with the youths and with whatever I need to do. I brought his ticket and off he went with 2 guys of our group. Our flight is scheduled probably at 10:30AM, so have to be at the airport by 10AM. By the way, its a private plane owned by the Bahinting’s, a very generous old friends and churchmates we know. They have regular flight scheduled to Cagayan de Oro, that’s why we wanted to hitch a ride. And it’ll save my fellow staff also further expense from their meager budget. My biggest thanks to the family for helping us and giving us the means and opportunity to serve their youths in their camps.

So I would be off for 10 days from the internet world. Tatah..

a day of thanksgiving

Finally done with our seminar. T’was a day of wits and confidence. As you may know, I shy away from the stage, much more, speak in front of a crowd. But I’m glad, really glad it was over despite the headache and muscle pains in my feet from standing too long, moving around and facing the crowd with a happy and unbothered smile. Hahayz.. The quirks of being in front, emceeing while coordinating the staff and people involved. Anyway, what’s done is done, as Aslan had said.

Glad our boss treated us for Halo-halo at Chowking, Limketkai Center as a celebration of the just concluded seminar. It somehow appeased the headache. It wasn’t even obvious as the whole staff were joking around, not minding the weary body and tired minds. It was still a long table of loud-talking halo-halo eaters.

And, unexpectedly, I saw one of my students, my favorite one. We didn’t have summer class so expect that I did really miss him and his sweetness. He was with his caring older brother and beautiful mother when he saw and called my attention. In a surprise, I almost ran towards their table. I’m glad I was at Limketkai Center, at least I still had the decency to behave. Hehe.. I was really glad I saw him. I don’t know if he’ll enroll again in the coming school year, I do hope he will. He is such a sweet lad. The type that he would try to choke me or try to wrestle me, but those were his type of sweetness, games to him. Get this, he is much bigger than me, bigger than my older brother, and much muscular than my younger brother. After a week of absence from our class, he would search for me in every classroom, ran towards me then give me a big hug with his big weight and a smack in my back or he would pull me relentlessly to get my attention. He is that sweet. No wonder he is one of my favorites. And he is teachable and patient as well, just as long as he is not irritated. But then again, I already know how to appease him whenever he feels irritated in class which seldom happens and only when he is sleepy and tired.

God, thank you for the smile after a tiring day.

tonight, lazy night, multi-tasking night

Have things to do tonight to be submitted tomorrow in connection with our seminar this Saturday. But here I am in front of the monitor, chatting with some friends, browsing the net, reading articles, whiling away time, er, rather, wasting precious time while listening to some music over the radio, texting friends and devouring Milo chocolate powder with little sugar on a cup. What a life. As if I’m not busy and clamoring for some more time. I haven’t packed yet, haven’t prepared my things for my weekend travel to Cebu City. Still have to do some laundry and ironing. Haven’t even cleaned my bag and my messy bed. Haha.. So much for the complaints.

And I just put on my eyeglass. Haha.. My eyes hurts these days from too much reading and browsing, not too mention lesser sleeping hours.

a busy buzzy week

Aside from the fact that it’ll be a week before Cebu Youth Camp begins, the preparations and all, though not more unto physical but more of emotional and spiritual. I still have to prepare my swimming paraphernalia and make sure they are all usable. Haven’t done that yet and the clock is continuously ticking. I haven’t even bought a boat ticket yet to Cebu City in the knowledge that my fellow camp staffs would be joining along. This may have added to my stress. Nah.. This is what I enjoy doing, so why would I be stressed with this?

This week would be a busy week for me, for us at our school. We’ll be hosting a reading seminar this Saturday and the American speaker arrived yesterday. So it’ll be more of a week of entertaining the guest and filling in her schedule with activities. Not to say, I still hold regular summer classes for my student. I might want to ask her and her nanang not to come on some days. Haha.. Anyway, still have to think where we’ll bring our guest on Friday for lunch. One that is uniquely in our city. Plus, I still haven’t prepared my part as an emcee for the said seminar. Grrr.. Not my forte, so understand that I haven’t had the jest to start on it. Maybe I’d do another impormpto or make a last minute preparation. Duh.. Ice cream please..