gym happy

i went back to gym after, oh two months. it took me long enough, huh? i have so many excuses i don't even know where to begin.

today was quite difficult, but the endorphons kicked in. i feel that i have ,melted a bite out of the cupcake i just ate yesterday.

48 thousand more calories to go.
48 red velvet cupcakes to go
5 cream puffs.
5 pieces of party puto.


huff huff huff.


i can do this.

Stick-'em!

Last night, the numero uno team chupacabras prime and our dear instructor for MAC got together last night for a session in skype and stickam.

We are so high-tech, I feel like a Jetson, I kid you not!

It never fails to bring me joy and excitemetn to talk about technology and its application to my everyday life and in the classroom, I really feel like a walking talking advertisement for FSO. I know it tickels the socks off of my mom when I tell her about a nerw thing I've learned in school, or a new gadget. Part of it is excitement and the other half is the joy, that there is something I can share with my mom, or teach her. Every now and then I would call her up when I have a grammar4 question that I can't seem to find an answer to. Thank goodness for international calling and the popularity of mobile phones in the Philippines.

Anyway, so the gang and Mr. Joe shared inisghts and of course a few laughs on some of the week's topics. i got kicked out a few times and managed to get back in live, a few minutes before we ended our session. Thank goodness we were on skype so I can still gen into the conversation as I tried to log in 48 million times.

Stickam still has a lot of glitches, but hey, it's free. I know pretty soon the web 2.0 community will come up with a fortified and more nutritious version.

I'm thinking of recommending stickam to my former students in the Philippines who are trying to organize their 10th year reunion. They have met on a conference chat via yahoo messenger. Although I am a loyal YM user,I can alreasy foresee the chaos of having 17 twenty somethings trying to group chat purely by text.

I told them to take advil 30 minutes before the conference.

I initally thoughtof Wimba, but then again, it's not a free program.

So thanks, Mr. Joe B, for introducing us to stickam.

First thoughts on The Art of Possibility

photo from : www.coverbrowser.com

The Art of Possibility - Stepping Into A Universe of Possibilities

Let me just start that had this book could not have come to me, (even as a required reading) ata better time. I used to be one of those “too cool to care, or too cool to be kind” people, and I was too cool to be caught with an inspirational book.

Fast forward to June 2009, and I am loving every page of this book. I think if we “feed” a little bit of this book to every American, we will be a nation of shiny happy people. Organically happy. Seriously. There is just too much negativity in our society.

So much fear. So much hating. So much worrying.


You know I thought when I came to live here in the USA, I would be happier or my life would be better. Well, it is now. But before I got to this point of happiness and peace, I must say that I was more worried about making it here in US compared to making it in the Philippines. I am not putting the blame on America. I am pointing my fingers at our culture of fear, commercialism and our massive superiority complex. The bottom line is, even though we are more comfortable compared to other people living in less affluent countries, most of us are still not happy. I know I wasn’t.


I had to be reborn spiritually to come to where I am now.

And so I embrace the Zanders’ book with a warm hug. Here are a couple of thoughts on the first chapter.


On the two marketing scouts for a shoe company

“ A shoe factory sends two marketing scouts to a region of Africa to study the prospects for expending business. One sends back a telegram saying

SITUATION HOPELESS STOP NO ONE WEARS SHOES

The other write back triumphantly

GLORIOUS BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY STOP THEY HAVE NO SHOES


Needless to say, this anecdote cracked me up. After a few moments of settling my laughter, this story made me reflect on my which kind of person I am. The anecdote made me ask myself, which one am I? Am I the like the first scout or am I like the second scout? I was very much like the first scout for most of my life. It’s been two years now that I seem to be more and more like the second scout.

When I resigned from work and got rehired by my district as a Special Ed High School English teacher, I was scared and worried. At one point I was grateful for getting rehired. However I also felt sorry for myself for being stuck with the school’s baddest of the bad. For a hile too, I thought I was being punished for making hasty decisions.

What a trip!


What was I thinking?! Teaching special ed has been a great blessing! It really is. And to quote my “kids” I say teaching special ed is a blessing. Dead ass. Do you want to know why? Because not every teacher can teach special ed and live to tell the tale. Being that I have been blessed to be in this field for 12 years now, I suppose you can say I have the right to say what I said.

Teaching special ed, for me was not a punishment. It was a privilege. It was a privilege to teac my kids and to be a able to get to know then. I feel that I have learned so much from my two years. I feel that I emerged from my experience a better teacher, equipped with new skills.

This coming school year, I am moving back to my original home, the middle school. My principal was able to get first pick, and I feel so loved that he asked for me to come back. A part of me is sad to leave my kids. We have a strong bond already. But see, If I wallow in sadness, then I would not see that I am embarking on a new adventure at the middle school.

I choose to step into the universe of possibility.





“We grow up in a world of measurement, and in this world, we get to know each other and things by measuring them (p. 18) ”

I was immediately struck by the similarity of this message to a passage from The Little Prince. There was part in the beginning of the story when Antoine de Saint Exupery’s pilot’s character when he was describing how grown ups put importance in numbers. This is so true. Sometimes, when I catch myself giving in to self pity because I don’t earn as much money as my childhood friends, I tell myself off and remind myself how blessed I am to love what I do. My fiancé reminds me every now and then, of how happy he is that I love my job. He’s right. I do love what I do. Who wouldn’t love waking up in the morning and preparing for a day full of surprises,( both pleasant and otherwise?) Who wouldn’t love playing dress up for school , dressing up for a show? Who would not love hanging out with teenagers and inviting them to express how they feel about stories written by people who have long gone, or of stories from another place and time, either real or imagined?


I know I do.


And though from time to time I am still plagues by values of measurement, I try my best to look at life as little adventures and my successes with them. After all, there is always something gained from experience, be it a good or a bad one.

vertigo-vanity

don't blow your nose too hard. you just might find everything in sight spinning like crazy. it would be nice if you were on a ride or something, but it isn't so when you're all alone in the bathroom at 6 in the morning.


i've been feeling under the weather since wednesday of last week. i thought it was just my allergy, so i didn't think anything of it. i forgtd on with my routine, even going to the boxing and kickboxing classes. by saturday morning i felt worse.
i woke up the usual 5 am and started my breakfast of cold oat bran and granola. being the impatient multitasker, i turned on the TV. but wait, i thought i could squeeze in one more thing. and so i went to the bathroom and decided to put on the avocado seaweed mask on my face. and so there i was masticating my breakfast, setting the green gunk on my face while i watch mtv3. somewhere in the middle of my breakfast i had the urge to blow my nose and i went to the bathroom.


i blew my nose and then everything went spining like a crazy spiral. i almost fell on the floor, but i grabbed on to the sink and closed my eyes real fast. dizzy. dizzy. scared. where's my phone? it's in my bedroom. too far. opened my eyes. everything spinning still. dizy. dizzy. dizzy. i felt cold and afraid.

after a few minutes i groped my way back to my bedroom and called up Z. what, no 911? what can the bf, who lives 130 miles away, do to help me? why didn't i call the ambulance?


because i had green gunk of my face, that's why. i didn't want to freak out the paramedics, nor do i want to be known as the girl who was so sick her face was green. as in ugly kangkong green.


Z would've come and played nurse, but he is sick too. so we just skypped most of the weekend, our two sick selves comforted that at least we can video chat between these chats i slept most of the weekend.


now i'm back in school and during my break i went to see the doctor. she says i have a virus that's been going around. she's seen several patients having the same symptoms. she didn't want to give me antibiotics right away so she said to just fight it off and wait 'til wednesday. if i don't feel better by then, i should call her again.

busy as a bee

  i know i'm gonna be crazy busy.  there had been moments this week when i wanted to to run to 7/11 and buy a pack of ciggys, but  i didn't and just chew gum.  for the most part, my jaws hurt and i've gotten gas.  oh well.  

 stress my eye.

  in other news, i had a de javu experience as i frantically tried to beat the deadline for my project in grad school this week.  the deadline was 11:45pm, and as i clicked "send" at 8:30 pm, i yelled my relief and did the dance of joy.

  i'll do better this week.  matter of fact, i'll get started on my reading after this post.

   i had my first classroom observation last week. dunno what my vice principal thought because i have not gotten his feedback yet.

   it's a sweet and happy feeling to be fed a home cooked dinner and breakfast, no matter how simple the dish may be.

   Z is now fond of pork adobo, pineapple chicken and milo chocolate milk.

  i love jolt cola.

 

    

the fat ass awakes

i just logged back in my online fitness journal. weeks of guiltless eating of pansit, turon, rice and ulam... are now biting me back on my fat ass.

it's time to get serious with getting back in shape.

i'm actually going to the gym after this post.

apparently, the cuckoo club at my local curves all went AWOL about the same time i stopped going in the summer. and now we're back in full force.

incidentally, my feeling over achiever self was dismayed when the computer records show that i've only had 69 registered workout sessions. gah! and the other chicks in the gym bravely sport 200- 300-500- and even an 800 workout shirts.

well, hooray for workout # 70 for today. i know there's a glitch because we have to scan our handy dandy bar code id tags and i normally don't because it's too early, yadayadayada.

anyway...

tomorrow is back to school night.

but before that is today.

and slim say's he's gonna visit.

tee-hee.

happy happy joy joy.

okay, time to go to the gym.

jane's ass kicking update

background music : play your part by girl talk

i went out with cleo and we trekked up and down my camp area for an hour. man, whatta workout.

i just finished ironing on t-shirt designs for my comic book writing class. we're such dorks.

tomorrow is lesson two of belly dancing.

let's see what time i wake up tomorrow and find out if i can get up and jog for at least halk an hour...

iggy, may the force be with you.

p.s.

OMG, how can i forget?! i think i might've found the perfect graduate program for moi... excited!!!!

jane should kick my ass already

because the past week i've been caught in a rut. i have not been to curves at all, and i only started walking again yesterday.
and i've been waking up late -- 5:30-6:00 in the mornings.


and i've been drinking too much coconut and vanilla flavored iced coffee (no sugar, just milk) from dunkin donuts
and i've been eating their turkey, bacon and cheddar flatbread sandwich for breakfast for the past two work weeks.


and i've been watching too much jon and kate plus 8 on TLC.

and i just got engrossed in a new chick lit book. meg cabot is hilarious.



and i've been eating mangoes 3x a day.

and i love girltalk's new album.

but don't worry, jane packed us a bag of our workout clothes plus MP3 player so i can run and walk up and down

the hills here in camp later in the afternoon.

the hill here in camp is a great workout. not to mention the many steps in camp. stairmaster my eye.

now if only i can get over my fear of meeting lost wild animals in the area.. i should be good.


and if i can get my ass up early in morning to jog in the boardwalk this weekend, i should be good.

and if i can get to drink my soy milk 2x a day and drink carrot juice and my green icky juice instead of anything from dunkin donuts i'll be good.


crap, i gave up smoking and now i'm an iced coffee addict.


i'll get back to you tomorrow morning and see how it goes.

my hips don't lie aka my first ever dance lessons

i am rhythmically challenged. my arms and feet are not friends at all. since a wee urchin i was what you called "matigas ang katawan" (stiff-bodied ; graceless). in many family gatherings where the little kids are forced to do a song/dance number in front of relatives from other cities, i would always do the song number. the evil twins, charry and jocel would always do the dance number. charry and raissa took hawaiian dancing lessons. i took naps. i just can't seem to follow any beat or rhythm. but carry a tune i can.

and so during my teenage years, in dance parties, i would join the other girls who would incubate chairs. or as amy puts it, we "chair danced."
even during my vacation with my high school girlfriends this year i didn't really join them in the dancing. too shy. too awkward.

but i wish i can dance.

i do. at home while i clean up my apartment.
i do dance, in my car.

lately, i've been listening to a lot of upbeat ear candy songs and just go nuts in my living room.

my moves? maybe something similar to an epileptic seizure. or variations of head banging.

and so when the opportunity came to learn a new "skill" i jumped at the idea of learning how to dance.

belly dance.

woo-hoo

i have belly and i wanna dance, so i will belly dance.

armed with my fuschia hip scarf with three layers of bells, i went to the venue and hoped for the best.


man, i had a blast! my teacher is gorgeous, very patient and very very encouraging. there were about 10 ladies in the class and we all had a great time throwing our hips in all directions. waving our hands and turning our heads from side to side. i feel like a pantene girl and sure am glad my hair is long. there's something very sexy about the music and the dance.

wow, ang haba ng hair ko!!!


i can't wait for lesson # 2!

a lesson on dating vocabulary

my first period class are all boys. they're a great bunch. they come in, they sit. they work. everyone's happy. in between work we talk about , oh stuff. the other day they were talking about, oh girls. and then for some reason the conversation got to lil ol' me. they found out that i live by myself.




student 1 : but why?

me : because.

student 1 : BUT WHY? are you single?

me : oh, i've been married before

the rest just shrugged and someone else said " oh, i was about to say... you can't be single all this time..."



back to today. in one of our read and talk mornings, the subject went to the shore.

student 2 says he can't wait to to go down the shore so he can watch girls. i told him there weren't a lot of girls yet on the boardwalk.



student 2 : how do you know?

me : because.

student 2 : HOW?

me : because i'm down the shore most weekends.

others: why?

me : (oops) uhm, (in my faintest voice possible) my boyfriend lives there?





commotion.

student 1 : but you said yesterday that you were single.

me : i am.

student 2 : yo, miss you can't be single and have a boyfriend.

me : why not?

student 1 : you're just not. why do you say you are single?

me : uhm, because i'm not married and i live by myself.

student 3 : that just means you're independent.

me: okay...

student 1 : you're not single.

me: okay.

student 1 : do you like him?

me : duh, i guess so.

student 3 : miss then you are not single.

me : alright.

student : you're not, okay?

me : OKAY. grrr.





gee, this is more annoying than friendster's : "it's complicated."





btw : i am blogging this from my classroom. sigh. why is it not 3 pm yet?

food, shoes and hair...

background music : mariah carey's cruise control

i finally sent the court papers in the mail today. let's hope the legal system speeds its way to settle and end this once and for all. (jane shakes her head at joffin knowing that this is only step 2 of the process, noo-ni-noo-ni-noo).

in other news, true to my intentions, i did do my culinary experiment on saturday. i busied myself in my tiny kitchen to whip up a pot of SEGEDYN GULAS, a czech stew made of pork, paprika, sauerkraut, milk and sour cream. this is one of czech boy's fave dishes. we actually ate this dish the last time we went to zlata praha.





i liked the texture and flavor of the dish, especially with the czech dumpling , knedliky. knedliky is similar in texture to the dough in our siopao, though the taste is very plain. kinda like our white rice. i didn't make the knedliky. that's a future project and surprise.

i added a special treat of authentic czech beer, the pilsner urquell. here's a picture of my humble creation.




and, what, virginia, was the verdict?

"busog!" says Z (one of the very few tagalog words that he knows)


i was very nervous as to how he would like it, considering this is my first venture into cooking his kind of food, but i must say he was appreciative. it's a great feeling for any cook to be praised for one's hard work no?

i told him that i need just 6 dishes more to cover the week and we're good to go.

i'm cooking up another pot of segedyn gulas to bring with me when i visit him this weekend.


in other news...

to celebrate my "being good" at not smoking, i bought a new pair of snazzy shoes. lookit.


aren't they precious?



i felt good while walking around with them shoes, though it seems like i was on top of a tall building wearing them. and man, did coming and going from one place to another take a loong time wearing those shoes. it's hard not to be cautious knowing i might get hurt and can be seriously humiliated if i trip in the hallways.

i did mention in my previous post that one should never cut her own bangs right? well whoopee-doo. here's proof of my mishap.



i look like i'm 12 again.

on the brigther side, at least i can still grow it back. for now, i'd have to settle for the cleopatra/baby china look until it grows back.


i can't wait for tomorrow. half day of school and looking forward to a sunny weekend, hopefully learning how to ride a bike? yes please!!!

fresh

i dunno what's with me lately, but since the patch, i've become more irritable and dead on serious when in comes to discipline.

i was telling off one of my boys and i was about to send him out of my classroom. my door was half open when some jack ass decides he wants a piece of the action and yells "SHUT UP!" at me at the top of his lungs as he strode by my hallway. when i turned to see who the culprit was, he ducked and ran for his life.

see virginia, the thing with teaching in the ed box is, my boys got my back. it's an unspoken rule that in the classroom, it is "alright" if they give me problems, but if someone outside of the class gives me a headache, they got my back.

by the end of the day i got the "boy's" name. "boy" is 17 and still a freshman (for the past three years). the next day, i pulled out his file from our database, tracked his schedule to serve him his lunch detention notice. i thought i saw him in the hallway, so i asked if indeed he was so and so. he said no. i said sorry for the mistake but i had the suspicion it was him. with the help of another teacher, who identified him, i served him his detention notice. boy went ballistic acting like a 6 year old having a temper tantrum.

boy : i ain't serving no damn lunch detention with you!"
me : what's the matter? well, when you shouted shut up, it was clear you wanted my attention. you're gonna have my complete attention now, all 25 minutes of it.
boy : it's my lunch time now, i'm gonna go get my lunch first.
me : no, you'll get lunch after your detention. lunchroom's not going anywhere.
(meantime, a couple of my kids already worked out a plan to look out for him in case he tries to hide)
boy : (mutters to himself) damn this shit...
me : noo-ni-noo-ni-noo.

boy sits in my classroom giving me killer looks

me: what's wrong with your eyes? better see an eye doctor for that.
boy : nothing's wrong with my eyes. what you talking about?
me : suits me just fine, you looking at me like that as long as you keep looking at me like that for the whole 25 minutes.
(boys looks away while i put on my mp3 player and busied myself tidying my desk)

a few of my boys "drop by" to say hello to him laughing at boy who got caught.

one of my boys, the "captain" of the group snickered and told him

"that's what you get for messin with our teachuh, n---- she's OG!"

Pre- observation jitters

ay naku badinggerzi talaga. what's a girl to do in the morning of her observation?

be a fabulous nervous wreck of course.

i still have to make a model of sample reading material.

btw, my lesson is about "active reading strategies for better understanding" o diba sandamakmak na ipot. but wait gustong gusto yan ng mga chairmen of the board of ed.

hemingway, nakalatag na rin ang aking oufit. stern english teacher daw ang drama ko. nyar.
ang make-up -- super natural. i mean, very natural. supernatural, baka tumakbo yung prinsipal ko kapag nakita nya fez ko.

wish me luck.

my boys' got game

i love basketball, and it is always a treat for me to watch my students play. last tuesday i went to watch portions of four different games-- for the love of basketball, and more importantly, for the love of my kids.

our teams won all four games, i'm happy to say, but it wasn't about them winning. i just loved the fact that i get to see them play ball. it's like all of a sudden, my kids have morphed into these superheroes right before my eyes. they just shine. i feel like a proud momma all of a sudden.okay scrap that, maybe a proud cool aunt.

what struck me with this simple gesture of watching my boys play is the effect it had on them. i watched them play because i wanted to watch basketball, that was my primary reason. my second reason is to show support to my school's team, particularly to my students. i was a bit shy and uncomfortable showing up at their game because i'm a new teacher and all. normally i would be the loudest fan in the stands. i would yell myself hoarse until i can't teach the next day, much to the delight of my students. anyway, so back in tuesday's game i acted all prim and proper (gasp!) even though i was itching to jump, throw my fist in the air and scream my boys' names out loud. i didn't want to embarrass myself, and i didn't want to embarrass my students.

but you know what? i think my presence there meant a lot to them. it sure did mean a lot to me. seeing them shine in the court made me see them as even greater, cooler kids that they already are. i know my kids are not the easiest bunch to teach, and so far, my first few days have been an everyday struggle. when i watched them dance their way on the court and lord over the basket, i felt like i had the privilege of taking a sneak peek into the lives of my kids outside my class. they are just amazing. W, my soft spoken, shy sophomore in my first period class, towered in the game. he made those amazing rebounds and slammed shut the opponent with his in your face blocks. he was awesome. yet the next day, he took his place in my class as if it was just another day in school. i held out my hand and told him i saw him play and he did such a great job. he flashed me that smile that i know make the girls swoon. he's a good kid, W. J, another crazy cool kid from that class was an excellent guard. he's very graceful in the court and he can weave his way around the towering defensive players of the other team. T, my quiet and mostly unaffected sophomore in period 2 is dangerous in the court. he doesn't say much in class, but in the court, it's like watching him deliver a powerful speech. he says a lot with those magnificent lay ups and mad steals. he is just great. A, who is crazy already, one of my clowns in the 7th period class is monster in the court. he barely left the game. his energy is boundless. the fastbreaks that he pulled were just beyond words. he may goof off in class and drive me crazy with his constant pleas for more candy, but man A is very serious with his game.

i'm glad i showed up for their game. i'll make it a habit to watch them play whenever possible. for friday's game, A gave me a head's up on their schedule and told me i better show up on time. i showed up late, but i compensated by being the loudest, most annoying fan in the stand. A gave me a look of disapproval, almost telling not to be too excited, i looked at the team ( i made it a point to sit behind their bench) and i knew deep inside they appreciated this loud mouth.

unfortunately, my boys lost by one point, but it doesn't matter. i'll yell and cheer for them until the refs drag me out of the gym.

i love basketball. yun lang, tengks.

welcome to the box

music : estudyante blues by freddie aguilar


three days into my new job at the high school and i am slowly beginning to understand that i'm in this game for the long haul. i jokingly told karen that my kids are either going to drive me insane, or otherwise. with her signature laugh, she patted my shoulder and said "you'll be fine, they already like you. if you can get them to actually do work for five minutes, it's a beautiful thing."

great. 5 minutes out of the 50 minutes, that's what 10% productivity? help me. i want my mommy.

i have three 10th grade writing classes, one 9th grade writing and one 9th grade reading. of the five, the first two are the easiest to handle, probably because the 10th graders are more mature or probably also because they are at their calmest in the first couple of hours of school.

my 7th period class is a challenge. i have 5 boys and a girl that i have yet to meet. to say that my 7th period class is a rowdy bunch, is an understatement-- they're nuts. one of them K, have tricked me a couple of times. most of my kids come to class late, and naturally this is a problem. K, being the "helpful" goofball that he is, told me that if i see any of his classmates, (to) call them out and tell them to come inside. so i did. i saw Z and called him. he came quickly inside the classroom, a bit upset. i didn't think too much of it. i saw L and the same thing happened. L yelled at me and told me to close the door. he sat in the farthest seat in the room. Z asked me why i had to call him out. and then it hit me. my kids are ashamed to be seen coming inside my classroom. why? because this is the ed box class. sigh.

i sincerely apologized to the three boys, and i told them that it was not my intention to embarrass them. i then had the strong urge to smack K on the head for misinforming me. my fault actually.

i got a taste of action in my 8th period class. tweedle dee and tweedle dum decided to duke it out calling each other retards. at first it was casual, and then i got scared that they might really hurt each other. Tdee and Tdum were both tall, but Tdee was about 6'5". i tried to break up the fight because the three stoogies were just standing there watching the two beating the crap out of each other. Tdee almost snagged me and when i yelped, that's when he almost gained consciousness and let go of Tdum.

another teacher intervened. a few minutes later one of the security officers checked in also and asked if i wanted any of the boys to be taken out of the classroom. i looked at Tdee and Tdum. Their eyes were pleading not to be taken out. I told them we're fine.

I asked Tdee to stay after school for a few minutes. our conversation went on like this ...

me: I am very disappointed in your behavior.
him: come on miss, we was only playing
me: but how am i supposed to know when you guys are still playing or not?
you guys can seriously hurt each other.
him: didn't the old teacher tell you something about us. this is what we do.
we're just playing. just chill. do not come between us unless you see
blood on the floor.


me: (eyes wide open, jaws dropped) but what if you accidentally hurt me
while i'm trying to break you guys up? do you realize how big you are
compared to me? how easily you guys can send me flying against the wall?

him: (takes my face with both hands and levels his face on mine) miss, we're not
gonna hurt you. we like you. we won't even hurt a single hair of you.


was i scared when he held my face? no. i saw in his eyes that he was serious. he let go of my face and i raised my right eyebrow.

me : fine.


i extended my right hand as if to shake his hand, but i balled it into a fist. he reached out his right fist and we "shook" on it.


man, this is gonna be one hell of an adventure.


welcome to my world.

inday mode

music: L A M B by Gwen Stefani


it's a sunny saturday noon, i'm still knee deep in cleaning up ze apartment. it never ceases to amaze how much mess i can make in a very short amount of time. add to that my ADD, and of course a one hour task can stretch for half the day. i honestly do not know which parent to blame for my overactive and often distracted mind. no matter, too late now, just imagine tasmanian devil trying to clean up while leaving a trail of mess in the process.

twisted, i tell ya.

it's a good thing i've got rockin' sounds to keep me company. gwen is the best music for cleaning up, so um yeah, i look like an idiot with my swiffer duster in one hand and the vacuum on the other, shimmying around the apartment in my curious george pajamas. goofy goofy goofy. thank goodness i got rid of my scooby doo fuzzy slippers.

okay, back to work.

palaisipan

eto na naman ako. nababano sa kakaisip. bakit kasi hindi ko na lang ipaubaya sa damdamin ang lahat? alam ko naman ang sagot dito.

sadyang tanging dasal lamang ang makapagpapahinga sa isip ng babaeng lito.

at sa susunod na pagtatagpo ng mga matang bughaw at kayumanggi, doon ko malalaman ang sagot.

hanggang ang isang linggo, zlaticko.

wide awake

music : bubbly by colbie caillat

so i really can't hold my liquor. moonshine and chocnut were witness to my wimpiness to drinking. but i can stay up til 3 am and wake up 2 hours later running on the voice and conversation of c. tsk tsk tsk, malala na ito. i wish i can say this is high school all over again, but i think this is way better than that, or is it?

new developments at work which i will write about on another post. just think freedom writers okay?


but here are two english words of the day : exotic and unique.

:)

black and blue, but still standing and smiling

black and blue by edie brickell and the new bohemians

i am running on three hours of sleep and probably half a gallon of coffee. i should really meet up with morpheus after posting this.

i went to my public library on my lunch break yesterday. i was so excited to go there and get a copy of fairy tales from c's side of the world. but of course durga the dork had to borrow fairy tales from poland, ireland and the philippines as well. on my way down the stairs i lost my balance. books went flying in all directions and even my red shoes escaped my feet. luckily i was able to break my fall, but my poor right knee and my shins took all the brunt.

it would've been funny, but i was in so much pain i couldn't laugh at myself. i went back to school, got an ice pack from the nurse and sulked at karen's room. K was so sweet because she noticed that my uppler lip was a mile long and i was cursing myself under my breath. her kids were amused at my misery, probably because they have not seen this sulky side of me.

i went to 9th period to assist C and then i got called on the school's PA by the principal.

great.

what did i do now?

i limped my way to the principal's office. my brows were in a frezy knot. i was trying to think if i yelled at a kid earlier in the day. i know i didn't. what could mr. p want from me.

well whoppee doo! it seems i might be back in my old school after all. they are still ironing out the kinks with the HR people, but here's hoping i would be back by the second trimester.

i was so happy at this development that i practically skipped my way back to 9th period.

i was so overwhelmed by this news that i cried as i drove my way to tutoring with richard and olivia.

i literally forgot i had three gigantic bruises on my legs.


btw, i am trying to learn how to speak polish. next week, i'll try to learn arabic for my new student's sake.


noo-ni-noo-ni-noo.

recurring nightmare

so part of my job as a long term floating substitute (makes me sound like a hogwart's ghost, no?) is to be the in class support to the 8th grade algebra class.

ukinang shet. this is durga's worst nightmare come to life. here i am, 31 and re learning algebra.

whopee- effing- do.