Ang Aking Journal -- Oktubre 2017

Oktubre 1, 2017 Napuyat kami kagabi dahil sa hika ni Zillion. Although, hindi naman ako ang nag-alaga, apektado rin ako dahil sa pag-aalala. Kinaumagahan, after kung mag-almusal, ako ang magpainom sa kanya ng mainit-init na gatas. Mayamaya laIng ay naisuka niya na ang plema. Agad din siyang lumakas at guminhawa. Nawala ang pag-aalala ni Emily. Tarantahin kasi masyado. Hindi na makaisip ng solusyon sa simpleng problema. Past 1:30 pm, dumalo ako sa First Homeowners' Association Assembly. Umuwi rin ako bago ito matapos dahil alam ko na ang mga susunod na mangyayari. Naghanap lang ng election committee para sa unang HOA election. Oktubre 2, 2017 Masigla akong nagturo sa lahat ng kalse ko, kahit ang ilan ay pasaway. Sa palagay ko, nagawa ko silang mapatuto dahil sa pamaya-mayang sermon, pangaral, at payo. Nang vacant period ko, naghanda naman ako ng IMs ko para bukas. Ayaw ko nang mag-uwi ng trabaho. After class, habang nagpra-practice ng sayaw ang ilang pupils ko, nagpo-post naman ako ng kanilang mga akda. Past 3:30 na ako nakaalis sa school. Gabi, nag-tutorial ako kay Bobot, anak ng kapitbahay at beshie ni Emily. Ikalimang araw na namin. Oktubre 3, 2017 Kulang na naman ako sa tulog dahil sa ingay ng mag-ina. Gayunpaman, sinikap kong maging masigla sa harap ng bawat klase. Nakapagturo ako nang maayos. Kaya lang, hindi ako nakapagturo sa Section Amethyst dahil dumating Bethany. Nagturo sila ng Values Ed. After class, binisita ako ni Justine Klye. Estudyante ko siya noong Grade Five. Natuwa ako sa kanyang mha pananaw sa buhay. Kahanga-hanga ang kanyang mga prinsipyo. Ang sarap niyang kausap. Hindi siya tulad ng ibang estudyante na puro kalokohan lang. Matured na ang kanyang isip at kilos. Kinse anyos lang siya. Ang suwerte ng kanyang ina. Past 4 na ako nakalabas sa school dahil bumuhos ang malakas na ulan bandang alas-3, kaya ginabi na ako sa tutorial ko. Oktubre 4, 2017 Nagpapasalamat ako sa Diyos dahil naging eager ulit akong magturo. Nanumbalik na ang dating sigla ko na mapatuto ang bawat bata. Ayaw ko nang may nagpapasaway. Kaya naman, pinupukaw ko ang atensiyon nila kapag nalilingat sila. At, maganda ang epekto kapag lahat at nakikinig at nakikitalakayan. Kinausap ako ng principal tungkol sa INSET. Ako ang itinoka niya bilang co-chairman nito. Pinaghahanda na niya ako ng training proposal at matrix. Excited akong maging chuarman. First time ko sa INSET. Pangalawa ko ito bilang chairman. Ang una ay chairman ako ng Recognition Day. After ng klase, in-edit ko ang proposal na ginawa ko noon kay Sir Erwin nang siya ay nasa PVES pa. Nakatulong talaga sa akin ang paghingi niya ng tulong sa akin. Ngayon, ako naman ang chairman. Hindi na naman natuloy ang pag-format namin ni Ma'am Joann ng big book sa isasali niya sa story writing contest dahil naiwan sa bus ng illustrator niya ang drawings. Nakauwi ako at past 5. Antok at gutom na gutom ako. Pero, nagawa ko pa ring mag-tutor kay Bobot. Oktubre 5, 2017 Napuyat ako sa away ng dalawang grupo ng aso sa tapat ng bahay namin. Kaya, 4:15 am ko na narinig ang alarm, na supposedly 3:45 am. Pero, akala ko ay late ako. Seven pala ang pasok namin. Nakalimutan ko. Matagumpay ang pagdiriwang ng World Teachers' Day. May mga natanggap akong regalo kahit ipinagbawal ko sa mga pupils ko. May nagdala ng pansit. May nagbigay mula sa ibang sections. Masaya rin ako nang Part 2 (Teachers and GPTA only) kahit hindi ako nakasali sa mga contests dahil ginawa akong photographer ni Ma'am. Okay lang naman. Past 6 na ako nakauwi. Nag-tutor agaf ako. Hirap na hirap mag-memorize ang tutee ko ng multiplication. Kailangan ko siyang araw-arawin ng flash cards. Oktubre 6, 2017 Nagpa-summative test lang ako sa advisory class ko at sa Section Aquamarine. Hindi ko napasok ang Section Emerald dahil walang palitan ng klase. Wala ang tatlong teachers. Gayunpaman, sick kong maging makabuluhan at produktibo ang pagpasok ng Section Topaz. Kaya, nagturo ako nang nagturo at nagpasulat at nagpa-group work. Kinulang pa nga sila sa oras dahil kinuha sila ng teacher sa last period. Okay lang dahil nakapaghanda ako ng IMs para sa Lunes. Excited na sana ako sa awarding bukas ng journalism, kaya lang hindi na raw matutuloy ang ABES. Ayon sa principal, huwag na lang daw kaming dumalo. Okay lang naman. Chinat ko kaagad ang estudyante ko para hindi masayang ang pagpunta bukas sa school. Makakapagpahinga ako bukas. Umuwi ako agad nang nag-text si Emily. Inimbitahan siya ni Ate Pam dahil death anniversary ni Kuya Michael. Sinabi kong hindi ako makakasama. Umuwi lang ako nang maaga. Hindi ko na sila naabutan sa bahay. Bandang alas-2:30 yata ako dumating. Sa unang pagkakataon, nakaidlip ako pagkatapos manuod ng Showtime. Past 5:30 na ako bumangon. Bitin, pero gumanda ang pakiramdam ko. Gabi, nag-tutor ako kay Bobot. Game naman siya sa pagtaas ng boses ko. Kahit paano, hindi na siya nai-intimidate sa akin. Dapat lang naman kasi kailangan niyang matuto. Pagkatapos mag-dinner, nag-encode ako ng mga news article ng mga bata at nag-edit ng school paper. Bukas, haharapin ko naman ang anthology book ng VI-Topaz. Naipangako ko na sa kanila kanina, na ipapa-quotation ko na sa Lunes para malaman na namin ang presyo at makapaningil na ako ng oorder. Excited na kaming lahat. Oktubre 7, 2017 Nasolo ko ang bahay ng kalahating araw. Nakapaglinis ako at nakapag-relax sa harap ng tv. Ala-una na sila dumating galing sa Las Pinas. Hapon, hinarap ko ang Tambuli. Gusto ko nang maunti-unti ito para bago pa ako hanapan ni Ma'am, may maipapakita na ako. Gabi. Na-bad trip ako sa mga reklamo ni Emily. Kesyo nahihirapan na siyang maglaba at kailangan na niya ng washing machine. Kesyo sinabi ko raw na imbes na magpabunot siya ng sumasakit na bagang, ipambili na lang ng materyales. Gusto niya agad-agad. Ano ang mabibili sa P400. (Isip-isip din sana.) Kesyo naka-bricks ang bahay ng pinsan niya sa Las Pinas. Biniro pa ako. Huwag na raw akong mamasahe. Maglakad na lang daw ako pagpasok. Galing! Mabuti sana kung nagpapasok siya ng pera. Hindi ko siya pinansin hanggang matulog kami. Oktubre 9, 2017 Nainis ako sa advisory class ko. Ayaw nilang umayos nang magtuturo na ako ng Filipino. Sinasabayan nila sa kakadaldal. Huminto nga ako't ginawa ko na lang ang format ng bigbook ni Ma'am Joann, na naipasa niya bandang hapon. Nagpagabi ako ng uwi dahil naiinis pa rin ako sa asawa ko. Nasa bahay naman ang tutee ko, kaya nag-tutor agad ako. Kahit pagod, gutom, at masakit ang ulo ko, wala siyang narinig na reklamo mula sa akin. Never niya ako mariringgan ng reklamo. Oktubre 10, 2017 Sinikap kong maturuan lahat ng lesson na inihanda ko. Ayaw ko na ng may backlog. Nagawa ko naman. Sa Section Topaz, nagpa-written work lang ako dahil nauna silang naturuan. After class, naghanda ako ng learning materials para bukas. Pagkatapos, nakatiyempo ang chat ng principal. May ipinagawa sa akin-- introduction daw ng Elevate Reading Program niya. Pero, nang binigyan ako ng sample, parang Chapters 1, 2 and 3 ng thesis. Wala akong nagawa, kundi ang tanggapin ang challenge. Tiwala siya sa kakayahan ko, e, kaya walang rason para tanggihan siya. Ginabi ako nang uwi. Mga quarter to eight. Nakauwi na ang tutee ko. Hindi naman ako napagod sa biyahe, kahit traffic, nagutom lang ako. Hindi ko pa rin pinapansin si Emily. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Oktubre 11, 2017 Natuwa ako dahil naging maayos ang discussion ko sa apat na klaseng pinasukan ko. Pero, na-bad trip ako sa last class ko. Wala silang respeto. Nakikipagsabayan sa akin. Tumigil nga ako. Nagsermon na lang ako nang kaunti at hinayaan silang kumopya at matuto sa kanilang sariling paraan. After ng klase, hinarap ko ang mga obligasyon ko like paggawa ng IMs. Ginawa ko rin ang narrative ng project ni Ma'am. Hindi ko nga lang natapos ang paglagay ng page number sa anthology namin ng VI-Topaz. Past 5 na ako umalis sa school. Kasabay ko uli sina Papang at Emeritus. Past 7, nasa bahay na ako. Agad kong hinarap si Bobot para sa tutorial namin. Oktubre 12, 2017 Isang produktibong araw na naman ang lumipas. Isa ring makabuluhan pagtatalakay ang ibinigay ko sa mga estudyante, maliban sa Aquamarine. Pinaparusahan ko sila sa kanilang pagiging bastos at walang pagpapahalaga sa efforts ng mga guro. Pinakopya ko lang sila. May isang nakikiusap na magturo ako, pero hindi ko ginawa. Hahayaan ko muna silang magbago. Ang advisory class ko, nag-enjoy nang husto sa kanilang group work. Nag-overtime tuloy kami. Umaga, naipasa ko na kay Ma'am ang narrative na ipinagawa niya sa akin. Hindi pa niya iyon nababasa, kaya siguro hindi pa siya nagbigay ng feedback. Kagaya kahapon, nagpagabi ako. Siyempre, may mga ginawa ako, like nag-edit ng manuscript, naghanda ng summative test, at kung ano-ano pa. Kaya nang dumating ako sa bahay, wala na ang tutee ko. Past 7 pa lang naman, kaya lang hindi na ako nahintay. Nagutom na raw kasi. Oktubre 13, 2017 Nagpa-summative test lang ako sa AP classes ko. Sa Filipino naman, nagpasulat ako ng sanaysay bilang bahagi ng aralin. Then, nagawa ko na ang paglalagay ng page number sa anthology book. After class, naghintay ako kina Ma'am Edith at Sir Erwin para sa bonding ng 1000 group sa MOA. Nang paalis na kami, biglang bumuhos ang ulan. Iyon na ang simula ng kamalasan namin. Hindi kami natuloy kahit antagal naming naghintay sa driver ng Grab. Ilang beses kaming nag-cancel dahil nagda-drop off pa. Then, naglakad kami para mag-abang ng dyip. Basang-basa na kami, pero ni isang taxi ay hindi kami hinintuan. Grabe ang hirap sumakay. Nang nag-desisyong umuwi na lang ang mag-ama, gusto ko pa sanang matuloy, kaya lang wala talagang masakyan. Naalala ko, Friday the 13th pala ngayon. Kaya pala nang nasa Baclaran na ako, wala ng bus na patungong Naic. Kinailangan ko pang makipagsiksikan sa aircon bus para makasakay. Halos magka-stampede na nang may dumaang bus. Nakaaakay ako, nakatayo maman. At, ang malala, nabalahaw kami sa traffic. May mabilis pa yata ang pagod. Alas-onse na, kalagitnaan pa lang kami. Ngayon lang ako nakaranas ng ganoon katagal na traffic. Before 12 na ako nakauwi. Gutom na gutom, pagod na pagod, at antok na antok na ako. Friday the 13th man at minalas ako, thankful pa rin ako dahil safe akong nakauwi. Oktubre 14, 2017 Nakabawi na ako ng tulog. Past 8 na ako bumangon. Hindi naman naniniwala si Emily na na-traffic ako kagabi. Gayunpaman, naging tahimik ako maghapon dahil parang mabigat pa rin ang katawan ko sa limang araw na pagpasok. Mabuti na lang hindi ako nagkasakit. Naulanan kasi ako kagabi nang nakipagsiksikan ako sa pagsakay ng bus. Grabe iyon. Parang may stampede na. Nakita ko ang pagpupunyagi ni Emily na kumita kahit kaunti sa pagtitinda ng kikiam, fish ball, squid ball, French fries, at iba pa. Kahit maulan, marami naman ang sumasadya para bumili. Nakakatuwa. Oktubre 15, 2017 Habang namamalengke si Emily, naglinis naman ako ng kuwarto ko at sa sala. Ilang araw rin siyang abala sa pagtitinda, kaya medyo napabayaan ang bahay. Inasikaso ko rin ang pagpapatuyo ng mga damit, na ilang araw nang hindi nasisinagan ng araw. Kahit paano ay natuyo ang iba. At, siyempre nakapag-gardening din ako. Ang sarap talagang tingnan ang mga halaman. Nakakawala ng stress at problema. Hapon pa lang, nalaman ko nang walang pasok bukas dahil sa national transport strike. Two days pa. Kaya naman, nakapanuod ako ng tv nang up-to-sawa. Oktubre 16, 2017 Pagkatapos mag-almusal, nag-gardening ako. Isang paraan na rin iyon upang makakuha ng vitamin D. Naglabasan din ang mag-ina ko. Kakaibang garden bonding iyon, lalo na't maganda ang sikat ng araw. Nakapag-encode din ako ng journal ko at nakapagsulat ng karugtong ng nobela. Hapon, tinulungan ko si Emily na magluto ng paninda niya. Kaya lang, nadiskubre ko na lugi siya. Nasermunan ko tuloy. Pinatigil ko na siya at pinagpokus sa pagtitinda ng ice, icred water, at ice candy dahil bakante lang naman ang ref. Hindi pa ito masyadong hassle at hindi kailangan ng maraming props. Agree naman siya. Oktubre 17, 2017 Pumasok ako kasi wala namang suspension ng klase bago ako natulog. Chinat pa nga ako ng estudyante ko. Kaya lang, pagdating ko sa school, wala talagang pasok. Hindi ko rin na-open ang FB nang nasa Cavite pa ako kasi lowbat ang wifi ko. Okay lang naman dahil marami akong nagawa sa classroom. Na-final edit ko pa ang anthology at nabigyan na ako ng exact price per book. Past 1:30, nasa bahay na ako. Kahit paano ay nakapagpahinga pa ako at nakapag-bonding sa mag-ina ako. Oktubre 18, 2017 Hindi pa nga ako nakapag-almusal, ipinatawag na ako ng principal. May ibinigay siyang task sa akin. As a consolation o pasasalamat, aniya, inabutan niya ako ng gift-- dalawang shirts at dalawang bath soap. Ginawa ko agad at nang maayos ang report niya kahit may klase ako. Mabuti na lang, mabilis ko lang na-discuss ang lesson ko. After class, isinama ako sa meeting ng mga MTs at GLs. Pinuri agad ako ni Ma'am sa harap nila. Hindi ko raw siya tinatanggihan. Para raw akong si Superman, always ready to help kahit saan at kahit kailan. Nahiya ako sa mga kaguro ko. Pagkatapos ng meeting, sumakit ang ulo ko. Ang tindi ng sakit. Gusto ko pa sanang maghanda ng visual aids, hindi ko na kinaya. Umuwi na ako. Pagdating ko sa bahay, masakit pa rin. Hanggang bago ako matulog... Haist! I hate this ache! Nakakawala sa mood. Oktubre 19, 2017 Mabilis ko lang naipaunawa sa mga bata ang lesson ko sa AP 6. Kaya, may oras pa sila para magtanong at kumopya. Nagturo na rin ako sa Aquamarine dahil maayos na sila nang pumasok ako. All ears na sila. Nagpa-activity naman ako sa Fil 6. Na-enjoy nila ang kamay thing. Marami rin akong natuklasan tungkol sa kanila dahil isinulat nila sa kanilang kamay. Hapon, after class, nag-edit ako ng kuwentong pambata na isasali ko sa Lampara. Nasabihan ko na rin si Ma'am Joann tungkol sa writing contest, kaya thankful siya sa akin dahil sa pagpu-push ko sa kanya. Past 3, umuwi na ako. Medyo sumakit na naman kasi ang ulo ko. Inaliw ko lang ang sarili ko sa pamamagitan ng panunuod ng 'Kita Kita,' habang nasa biyahe. Gayunpaman, hindi gaanong masakit kumpara kahapon. Oktubre 20, 2017 Walang palitan ng klase, kaya sinolo ko ang advisory class ko. Nakapagturo na rin ako ng ESP sa wakas. Marami silang activities. Sa bawat subject, nagkaroon ng group work. Habang ako naman ay kumuha ng pictures sa Turn-Over Ceremony of Drinking Fountain. May pinagsulat naman ako ng article. Agad akong umuwi pagkatapos ng klase. Tiniis ko ang init para makapagpahinga naman ako pagdating. Gabi, nakipag-bonding ako sa mag-ina ko. Nag-food trip kami at nanuod ng pelikula. Enjoy kaming tatlo. Oktubre 21, 2017 Naglinis ako sa kuwarto ko. Naglinis din ako sa dala habang nasa palengke si Emily at habang naglalaro sa kuwarto niya si Ion. Pagkatapos, nag-encode ako ng journal ko. Nakapagtsek na rin ako ng mga written works ng mga bata. Fulfilled ako ngayong araw. Hindi nga lang ako nakapag-gardening dahil mayamaya ang pag-ambon. Siyempre, hindi ko pinalampas ang pagsusulat. Nakatapos ako ng dalawang chapters. After dinner, napag-isa ako sa bahay dahil nayaya si Emily sa birthday-han. Humabol rin si Ion pagkatapos manuod ng LBS. Oktubre 22, 2017 Hindi ko nagawang matulog up-to-sawa. Bandang alas-sais kasi maingay na ang paligid. Bumangon na rin ako at naghanda ng almusal. Gaya kahapon, nag-encode at nagsulat ako. Naisulat ko na rin ang project namin nina Ma'am Nhanie. Binigyan niya ako ng apat na titles para gawan ng kuwentong pambata, na angkop sa Kinder. Naisulat ko bago magtanghali ang tatlo. Although, wala pang linaw ang proyekto, ginagawa ko ang lahat para maging bahagi ako kung anuman ang natatamasa niyang tagumpay sa publishing. Huwag lang sana akong pagsasamatalahan. Beaides, unlimited naman ang kakayahan kong magsulat. Mananakaw lang ang gawa ko, hindi ang abilidad ko. Nakapag-gardening din ako. Natutuwa ako sa mga bino-bonsai ko. Kahit paano nakikita ko na ang improvement ng mga ito. Oktubre 23, 2017 Maaga akong nakarating sa school, kaya nakagawa pa ako ng tarpapel. Natulungan pa ako ng mga best friends ko. Naging matagumpay ang unang araw ng INSET namin. Masasabi kong kaya ko nang maging punong abala. So far, wala namang reklamo o aberya. Sana maging maayos pa ang apat na araw. Pinakiusapan naman ako ng isang parent na kilala si Ma'am Joann, na turuan ang apo niyang mag-declaim. Na-challenge ako, kaya tinanggap ko. Hindi nga lang natuloy ang unang practice dapat kanina dahil naiwan ang piece. Hindi ko pa naman mahanap sa google o youtube. Nang nasa dyip na ako, saka ko nakita. Challenge nga ang gagawin ko. First time kong magturo ng declamation. Hindi pa masyadong gasgas ang piyesa, kaya walang mapanggagayahan. Past 7 na ako dumating sa bahay. Medyo masakit ang ulo ko, pero ayos lang. Oktubre 24, 2017 Hindi ako ang pinakaunang dumating sa school. Nauna sa akin si Ms. Kris. Okay lang. Hindi naman kasi ako maa-award-an dahil ako ang co-chair. Sana ma-maintain niya till Friday para siya ang makatanggap ng price. Naging maayos naman ang 2nd day ng INSET namin. SRA Reading Laboratories aa umaga, workshop sa hapon. Naging active at productive naman ang lahat. After the training-workshop, may meeting pa kaming ELEVATE Reading Program Team with Ma'am Laarni. Dagdag trabaho na naman. Naisingit ko pa ang pagtuturo ng declamation. Hindi ko pa siya pinag-declaim. Itinuro ko lang ang mga dapat na gawin. Gusto ko munang makita kung paano niya i-interpret ang piece. Past 7 ako nakauwi. Pagod ako, pero masaya lalo na nang nakita ko ang mga tiles na ipinabili ko kay Emily para sa banyo namin. Late akong natulog dahil kinontak ako ng staff ng Brigada- GMA NewsTv. Recommended ni Sir Imma. Baka mai-feature ang VI-Topaz dahil naghahanap sila ng batang children's storywriter. Dahil naging bahagi ang "Walang Pamagat" noong sa unang storytelling event ng Basyang, nairekomenda ang section ko. Tuwang-tuwa ako nang maka-chat ko si Sharmaigne Salazar Ronsario dahil magkakaroon ako at ang mga pupils ko ng tv exposure. Makikilala kami sa writing world. Siyempre, isang malaking karangalan para sa school. Si Chealsey ang inirekomenda ko dahil siya ang may pinakamaraming akda. Nagustuhan din naman siya ng staff, kaya hiningi ang contact number niya. Wala pang final date or confirmation ng interview, pero alam kong magaganap iyon. Napuyat man ako, worth it naman. Kinontak uli ako ng Sulat Pilipinas dahil dito. Umigting rin ang pagplaplano ng pagbabalik ng grupo sa aksiyon. Oktubre 25, 2017 Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari. Kagabi lang, napuyat ako dahil sa eagerness ng researcher ng GMA NewsTV na ma-interview ako at ng pupil ko. Tapos, kaninang past 9:00 am, tinawagan ako't in-interview. Na-open up ko tuloy ang ilang sensitibong bahagi ng buhay ko. Ang galing kasi niyang magpalabas ng damdamin. Mahusay sa art of questioning. Hindi ko napahindian ang bawat tanong. Pero, natuwa ako dahil interesado pa siyang i-feature ang buhay ko, instead na ang story ni Chealsey. Part lang daw iyon ng interview dahil ako ang nag-refer. Nawala ako wisyo dahil sa event sana sa Friday. Nag-post ako upang imbitahan ang mga VI-Topaz students ko. Nagpaalam na rin ako kay Ma'am na magkakaroon ng event sa school. Then, after ng INSET, nanghingi ako ng payo at tulong sa kaguro ko. Nag-donate sila ng P2000 para sa food ng mga participants. Para tuloy kasadong-kasado na ang event. Kaya lang, nang pauwi na ako, nag-text ang researcher. Hindi raw nila maiko-cover ang event ng Basyang Project dahil may same project na silang ganoon. Nalungkot ako. At the same time, nahihiya ako. Paano ko ipapaliwanag sa GES at pupils iyon. Nagkaproblema yata sa paghingi ni Imma ng financial na tulong sa GMA para sa food man lang ng mga bata during the storytelling. Na-overwhelmed din yata ang Sulat Pilipinas sa opportunity, kaya na-overlook ang inquiry ng researcher. Aniya, naghahanap siya ng batang manunulat. It means, isa lang. Hindi niya sinabing marami. Hindi ko alam kung paano ipaliliwanag kay Chealsey, na baka hindi na matuloy ang story niya sa Brigada. Ang hirap! Bago ako nakauwi, nakapagturo pa ako ng declamation. Binayaran ako ng P200. Dalawang beses lang na tutorial at pagbibigay ng pointers. Not bad. Kinausap rin ako ng principal about the event sa Friday. Isama ko raw sa Annual Plan Report, na ipinapagawa sa akin. Oktubre 26, 2017 Bago nagsimula ang talk ni Ma'am Deliarte, in-announce ko ang tungkol sa cancellation ng event sa school at coverage ng Gma NewsTV. Na-sad sila, pero mas sad ako. Mabuti na lang, matutuloy pa rin ang story ni Chealsey sa November 2. Naging masaya ang training-workshop kanina. Ang kukulit namin. Ibang-iba iyon kaysa sa mga naunang INSET. Masasabi kong naging effective chairman ako. Nakatulong ang pagiging good leader ng principal namin. Past 5:30 pm ako nakaalis sa school kasi tinapos pa namin ang groupwork. Isang makabuluhang reading material ang natapos namin. Past 8 na ako nakarating sa bahay. Pagod, pero masaya lalo na't nagustuhan ko ang nabiling Halloween costume ni Emily sa Lazada para kay Zillion. Royal costume ang napili niya. Parang prinsipe. Worth it ang P630. Oktubre 27, 2017 Maaga natapos ang INSET namin. Hindi naman kasi kinarer ang IPCRF. Okay lang naman iyon dahil naihanda ko ang pag-compute ng number of hours ng attendance. Ala-una kami nagsimula ng closing program. Panay ang tawanan namin. Nakakatuwa ang mga pangyayari. Lahat kami ay natuwa dahil naiba ang kultura sa INSET. Hindi na iyon tulad ng mga nakaraan. Masasarap ang pagkain, kaya produktibo ang mga guro. Maraming outputs ang nagawa. Pinasalamatan ko ang lahat dahil sa kanilang aktibong partisipasyon. Nagbigay rin ako ng tatlong books ko para sa mga punctual at most active. Pinag-talk ako bago matapos ang closing program. Sabi ko, "Nakita na natin ang resulta ng pagtutulungan. Gawin na natin itong kultura. Gawin nating positive ang negative. Huwag nating hilahin pababa ang bawat isa. Kung nagkamali, i-uplift." Sinabi ko rin na kapag tinap sila ng administrator na pamunuan ang isang programa o event, huwag nilang tatanggihan dahil bawat isa, senior man o junior o baguhan, ay pantay-pantay ang abilidad. Huwag tatanggi. Subukan muna ito dahil ang bawat gawain ay sumadali kapag nagtutulungan." Past 4, nag-bonding kaming 1000 group sa hideout-resto namin. Matahal kaming nagkuwentuhan, kahit tapos na kaming kumain. Enjoy! Past 7:30 na ako nakauwi. Pagod na pagod at antok na antok, pero masaya ako dahil sa mga nangyari sa maghapon. Oktubre 28, 2017 Medyo napuyat ako dahil sa hika ni Zillion. Magdamag na naman siyang inalagaan ng ina. Disturbed din ang tulog ko kahit hindi ako ang nagbantay. Before six ko na pinatulog si Emily. Ako naman ang nagbantay. Nakatulog naman ang bata, kaya nakagawa ako ng mga gawain ko, like narrative report. May ligaw na signal ng internet kaya nakapag-post ako sa . Panlima na ako sa ranking. Dalawang araw pa lang ang nakakalis nang nag-sign in ako. Hapon, after lunch, pinagbigyan ko ang sarili ko. Natulog talaga ako. Ilang gabi rin akong puyat, kaya parang nakabawi ako kahit paano. Kung hindi nga lang nagsisisgaw si Emily dahil akala niya ay sasama ako sa Halloween event na dadaluhan ni Zillion. Ayaw kong tatlo pa kami. Sayang ang oras. Gumawa na lang ako ng report ng INSET. Nagdilig din ako ng mga halaman. Oktubre 29, 2017 Nainis ako sa wifi ko, walang signal. Pinagbigyan lang ako kahapon. Andami ko pa namang ipo-post na pictures sa Inset. Hapon na nang nagkaroon. Sandali lang. Kahit paano nakapag-post ako sa . Rank 6 na lang ako. Kung malakas sana ang signal, baka maabot ko na ang second. Habang walang net, nakapag-gardening ako. Sinubukan ko ring mag-laptop para matapos ko na ang narrative report. Marami-rami rin akong natapos. After maligo, natulog ako. Past 4 na ako nagising. Kahit paano, nabawi ko na ang puyat ko. Oktubre 30, 2017 Ako yata ang pinakamaagang nakarating sa school. Ayos lang naman dahil marami akong naipost sa digitalworld.ph, although makipagkuwentuhan ako kina Ms. Kris. At 12, ready na sana kami ni Ma'am Joann para magpanotaryo ng entry namin sa Lampara Children's Storywriting Contest, kaya lang niyaya na ako ni Sir Erwin. Tuloy na raw ang kainan, na naudlot noong last, last Friday. Kinansela ko ang lakad namin. Since, wala pa naman akong printouts. Isa pa, balak naming magdalawa ng entry. Sa Manam, sa MOA kami kumain. Kasama naming 1000 si Kuya Allaan. Sobra ang pagkabusog ko. Inantok ako, hindi pa kami nakakaalis sa restaurant na iyon. Pagdating sa school, hindi naman ako nakatulog. Nag-post ako nang nag-post. Past 4:30, umalis na kami sa school. Past 7 ako nakauwi. Antok na antok ako. Hindi rin ako halos makakain nang gusto. Parang naumay kasi ako sa mga ulam namin kanina. Oktubre 31, 2017 Nakakainis ang wifi! Walang signal. Maghapon akong nag-abang. Hindi tuloy ako nakapag-update sa digitalworld. Siguradong naungasan na ako sa rank 4 ko. Haist! Gayunpaman, nakausad ako sa paggawa ko ng narrative report. Kahit paano, kapag hinanap sa akin, may maipapakita ako. Gabi. Nag-text ang researcher ng GMA-Brigada. Kino-confirm niya ang shoot sa November 2. Kailangan kong pumunta dahil iyon ang request ni Chealsey. Nadagdagan din ang task ko dahil binigyan ako ni Ma'am Laarni ng narrative report. Hindi pa naman ako maka-connect sa wifi. Paano ko kaya maida-download ang file na sinend niya sa akin?

MGA BAGONG SALAWIKAIN TUNGKOL SA PERA

MGA BAGONG SALAWIKAIN TUNGKOL SA PERA

Ang pera, ginagamit para makapagpaligaya,
pero ang ligaya, 'di ginagamit para magkapera.

Ang pera ay para sa tao, hindi para sa hayop,
kaya kung marami ka nito, huwag kang asal-hayop.

Huwag kang magpagamit sa pera upang mabuhay ka nang masaya,
bagkus gamitin mo ang pera upang magpasaya ng iyong kapwa.

Aanhin mo ang sandamukal na pera
Kung lahat naman ito ay nakuha sa masama?

Ang iyong salapi ay materyal na bagay,
ngunit ang tunay na ligaya, panghabambuhay.

Naisip mo ba kung bakit may mukha ng tao sa mga pera?
Kung gayon, naisip mo na rin ba
kung bakit ang iba'y 'di maipinta ang mukha
sa tuwing walang pera?

Sabi ng iba, mas mabuti ang mahirap basta masaya.
Para sa ilan, sana masaya ka na, mapera ka pa.

Sa Pilipinas, ang mahihirap at walang pera ay milyon-milyon,
ngunit mga Pilipinong gahaman sa yaman, may mga bilyon.

Kung sino pa ang may magandang hangarin sa kapwa,
siya pa ang walang perang pantulong at pangsuporta.

Kung sino naman ang hindi iniisip ang kabutihan ng iba,
siya namang siksik, liglig, at umaapaw ang pera.

Mabuti pa ang mga baliw, hindi kailangan ang pera.
Bakit ang mga normal na tao, nababaliw dahil sa pera?

Bakit ang pera ang batayan ng yaman sa mundo?
Hindi ba dapat ay kung gaano ka kabuti sa tao?

Mayaman ka sapagkat sa bangko ay may pera ka.
Ang tanong, mababaon mo ba iyan pag namatay ka?

Bakit ang pera marami raw nabibili?
Bakit ang kaligtasan ba ay nabibili ng pera?

Pera-pera sa langit, ang tamaan ay pangit!

Ang Aking Journal -- Setyembre 2017

Setyembre 1, 2017 Hindi rin ako nakapagsimula ng parts ng texbook na ipapasa ko sa publishing house kasi walang internet. Kailangan kong ma-copy-paste ang mga akda ko from wattpad bilang springboard. Sa halip, nag-encode na lang ako ng mga akda ng pupils ko. Hapon, nakapag-gardening pa ako. Ang ganda nang tingnan niyon kapag nasa bintana ako. Setyembre 2, 2017 Alas-otso ng umaga, umalis ako sa bahay patungo sa school. Kailangan kong gawin ang dalawang aralin para maisumite sa publishing house for evaluation. Nagawa ko naman at nai-send ko bago mag-alas-4 ng hapon. Nakapaghanda pa nga ako ng lesson plans, ng video, at pictures para sa Araling Panlipunan. May DLL na rin ako sa Filipino 6. Samantala, si Emily naman ang nag-asikaso ng pagpapa-tiles. Alanganin na ang pag-deliver ng semento at buhangin, kaya hindi natapos ng trabahador ang buong ground floor. Gayunpaman, masaya akong makita ang unti-unti pagkabuo ng bahay. Nakaka-inspire magtrabaho. Setyembre 3, 2017 Ikalawang araw ng pagpapagawa namin ng ground floor. Ang gulo ng kabahayan. Mainit, maingay, at maalikabok. Pero, ayos lang. Pagkatapos kasi niyon, isang pambihirang output ang nakita namin. Ang ganda ng pagkagawa. Nakaka-excite bumili ng mga kagamitan. (Ipon muna.) After ng paglilinis, hinarap ko naman ang paggawa ng learning materials. Magtuturo ako ng AP6 bukas sa advisory class ko, bago pumunta sa JRES para collab publishing training. Setyembre 4, 2017 Nagturo muna ako sa advisory class ko, bago ang collab training. Nag-iwan din ako ng visual aids para sa ibang section. At least, may makokopya at mababasa sila. Ang hirap talagang magturo ng publishing. Hindi nila makuha agad makuha ang gusto naming (trainers). Gayunpaman, nakakasunod naman sila, kahit paano. Past one, nasa school na kami. Nag-print lang ako ng list ng trainees at trainers at nanghiram kay Ma'am Julie ng P5750 para sa registration ng journalists. Nai-chat ko na iyon kay Ma'am Laarni, kaya may permiso ako. Before 3 pm, naibigay ko na kay Sir Jojo ng EDSES ang registration fee. Agad akong umuwi. Sobrang pagod ko, pero nagawa ko pang ilipat ang tv, mula sa kuwarto ko patungo sa sala. Sofa na lang talaga ang kulang. Setyembre 5, 2017 Akala ko isususpinde ang klase dahil sa lakas ng ulan. Pero, perfect attendance naman ang advisory class ko. Grabe! Ang sisipag nila. Inspired o dahil pilot section sila? Whatever. Mas favor nga sa akin para mas marami ang matuto. Nag-start na ako ng lesson ko for second grading. Bad thing, hindi ako nakalipat sa dalawang sections dahil may Bethany at hindi lumabas ang teacher after recess. Nag-remedial reading din uli ako. Ang hirap! Hindi ko alam kung paano sila matuturuan. Ang hirap nang unatin kapag may edad na. Kawawa ang isa. Alphabet reader pa lang. Setyembre 6, 2017 Nagturo ako sa advisory class ko ng Filipino, instead na AP 6 para hindi sila mauna, since hindi ko pa na-discuss ang unang lesson ko sa ibang section. Ang isang section, nag-request na kopyahin muna nila ang visual aids ko bago dumako sa next lesson. Ang isa, pinakopya ko na lang dahil inaayos ko na ang venue ng collab training namin. Hindi ko na naman napasok ang Aquamarine dahil nasa kasagsagan na kami ng training. Naging supportive naman si Ma'am Laarni. Pinakain niya kami ng meryenda at lunch. Dahil doon, inspired kaming trainers sa pagsasanay sa mga teams namin. Naging productive rin ang mga bata. Nakapag-print kami. Past five na ako umuwi kasi umidlip muna ako sa classroom ko. Nag-post ako sa wattpad at sa FB groups ng mga akda ng pupils ko. Mabagal lang ang net, kaya hindi ko nalahat. Past 7:30 na ako nakauwi. Pagod, yet fulfilled. Setyembre 7, 2017 Dahil wala kaming training, nakapagturo ako halos sa lahat ng klase ko, maliban sa last section dahil kinain ni Sir Joel K ang oras ko. Okay lang naman. Kaya pang habulin. After class, nag-remedial reading ako. Then, miniting ko lahat ng campus journalists na ilalaban sa DWYCC. Pinasulat ko rin ang iba sa kanila. Ang iba, ibinigay ko sa trainers nila. After that, naghanda ako ng instructional materials ko sa Fil 6. Then, nag-encode. Naisingit ko pa ang paggawa ng dish garden. Past 5, nagmeryenda kaming 1000 group sa car wash slash resto, maliban kay Ms. Kris. Before 8, nasa bahay na ako. Setyembre 8, 2017 May training uli kami. Sa JRES pa rin. This time, improving na ang gawa ng mga bata. Kailangan lang namin silang disiplinahin sa oras. Nawawala ang iba sa sarili, kaya hindi nila nami-meet ang gusto namin. Past one, nasa GES na kami. Itinuloy ko naman ang training sa classroom. Pinasulat ko ang dalawa. Ang isa, pinag-review ko para sa "Bayaning Pilipino On-the-Spot Quiz Bee" na gaganapin sa Lunes at 1:00 pm. Gusto ko pa sanang maghanda ng learning materials para sa Lunes, kaso ang hina ng net. Umuwi na lang ako. Mabuti nakapag-research ako, gamit ang sa cellphone ko. Kahit paano, may magagawa ako sa weekends. Sa Lunes na ako magpi-print ng pictures. Setyembre 9, 2017 Umaga, sinamantala kong wala sina Ion at Emily. Nag-MTAP sila. Half-day. Nasolo ko ang bahay, kaya nakapagbasa ako ng mga bata at nakapag-encode. Maghapon akong nag-encode. Umidlip lang ako ng ilang minuto. At past five, nag-gardening ako. Nakapaghanda na rin ako ng learning material para sa Lunes. Setyembre 10, 2017 Hindi maayos ang tulog ko kagabi. Dahil siguro iyon sa mga panaginip ko. Pagising-gising ako. Gayunpaman, sumama ako sa aking mag-ina sa kanilang pagsimba. First time ko sa cathedral ng Tanza. Ang purpose ko lang naman ay makita at mapiktyuran ang simbahan. And, at the same time, mapadalhan si Beverly dahil nangutang siya ng P1000. Kailangang-kailangan daw niya. Pagkatapos naming magsimba, saka ko siya napadalhan through Cebuana. Bumili rin kami ng sala set. Hindi pa nga lang naidedeliber kasi kailangan pang i-verify ang cheque, na binayad kon. Excited pa naman kaming tatlo. Hapon, mga bandang alas-4:30, sumakit ang ulo ko. Ang tindi ng sakit. Para akong masusuka. Past 8 na iyon nawala. Siguro dahil lang sa alimuom. Bigla kasing umulan. Setyembre 11, 2017 Naging hectic ang schedule ko maghapon. Nagturo lang ako ng AP6 sa advisory class ko. Pagkatapos, pumunta na kami sa ABES para sa collab training. Hanggang past 12:30 pm kami roon. Nagmadali na kaming bumalik sa school dahil may quiz bee pang dadaluhan ang trainee ko. Gutom na gutom na ako, kaya hindi muna ako sumama kay Ma'am Edith. Siya na lang ang nagdala sa contestants namin. Ako naman ay sumama sa Tramway, kasama ang Grade 1 teachers at si Ma'am Laarni. Nag-treat si Ma'am Nicka. Hindi ko na pinalampas. Doon sa buffet restaurant, nakapagkuwento ako kay Ma'am tungkol sa problema namin sa collab. Sana makarating sa kinauukulan para hindi kami maapektuhan, lalo na ang output ng mga bata. Busog na busog naman ako nang pumunta ako sa venue ng quiz bee. Muntik ko pang hindi mahanap. Gusto ko na ngang umuwi. Battery empty pa naman ang cellphone at pocket wifi ko, kaya hindi ko mai-chat si Ma'am Edith Hindi naman pala kami mananalo. Ang hirap daw kasi ng mga tanong. Unexpected. Halos hindi namin na-review. Idagdag pa ang kakulangan sa review. Noong Friday lang kami gumawa ng reviewer. At kanina lang kami nag-Q-and-A. Tapos, sa contest, tandem pala ang laban. Grade 5 and 6 ay magkakampi. Kung alam lang namin, pinagsama sana namin ang mga reviewers nila. Haist! Lesson learned! Setyembre 12, 2017 Kagabi pa lang, na-notify na ako ng mga kaibigan ko tungkol sa suspension of classes, kaya okay lang na past 11 na ako nakatulog kagabi. Hindi ako agad na nakatulog kasi namublema ako sa budget namin. Kinukulang na kami, lalo ngayong kailangan ko nang magbayad sa Pag-ibig ng premium ng bahay. Tapos na kasi ang post-dated check na in-issue ko. Hiniling ko sa Diyos na gabayan Niya kami sa pagbabadyet. Dahil walang pasok, nakapagpahinga ako, nakaidlip, nakapagbasa, nakapagsulat, at naka-bonding ang mag-ina. Iniisip ko lang ang journalism contest. Kulang na nga kami ng training, nabawasan pa ng isang araw. Setyembre 13, 2017 Sobrang abala ako kanina dahil sa GES ginanap ang collaborative publishing at radio broadcasting training ng Cluster 4. Paroo't parito. Nakakapagod maging host school. Training pa lang 'yan. Tapos, nalungkot ako nang sobra nang may tumawag sa akin from division office-admin section. Kailangan ko na raw i-renew ang PRC ID para ma-process na ang promotion papers ko. Nakakawindang na balita! Umaasa akong naisumite na nila iyon bago pa na-expire ang ID ko noong July 19. Bakit pinaabot pa nila ng September? Hindi na ako nakagalit, kasi sa kabilang banda. Dapat nag-renew na ako noon pa. After naming trainers mag-lunch, nagpaalam na ako sa kanila para makapunta ako sa PRC-Manila. Umaasa akong puwede ang walk-in. Hindi pala. Nasayang lang ang lakad at oras ko. On the way home, nag-online registration ako. Mabilis lang naman pala. Ang problema naman, nang magbabayad na ako sa 7-Eleven, dahil iyon ang pinili kong way or mode of payment, 'no connection' naman ang billing machine nila. Malas! Sobrang malas! Nawala ako sa mood pag-uwi ko. Nag-isip ko... Bukas, issuance ng card. Ni hindi pa nga ako nakapag-input ng grade. Haist! Next time, ayaw ko na ng collaborative. Hassle talaga. Setyembre 14, 2017 Isa na namang ka-busy-han ang naganap maghapon. Hindi na nga ako nakapagturo dahil nag-finalize ako ng grades ng pupils ko. Past 8, umalis kami ng school upang mag-training sa ABES. Bitbit ko ang report cards, pero hindi ko man lang nagawa. Naging maayos naman ang training ng mga bata. Nagawa nila ng mas maaga ang newspaper. Masaya na kaming trainers sa outputs nila. Past one, bumalik na kami sa GES. Agad kong isinulat ang mga grades sa card. Past 2 na kami nakapagsimula ng meeting. Minadali ko ang pag-talk para makabili naman ako ng flash drive. Past 4 na ako nakapagsimulang ilipat sa flash drive ang files ko sa laptop ko. Dinelete ko na lang ang iba para mabilis. Past six na ako lumabas sa school. Pagod man, pero masaya akong umuwi. Bukas, DYWCC na. Malakas ang hula kong marami kaming maiiuuwing panalo. I know, makakatulong ang pag-meet kanina ng principal sa mga journalists. Sigurado akong na-boost ang kanilang morale. Setyembre 15, 2017 Past 7:30, in-orient ko ang mga campus journalists na sasabak sa PCSPCC. Hinikayat ko silang galingan sa contest. Pati ang assembly time and place bukas para sa awarding ay sinabi ko na. Past 8, nasa PBES na kami. Hindi naman agad nakapagsimula. Past 10, nasa EDSES na kaming collab at broadcasting team. Naroon rin ang sports writers ko para sa live na badminton game. Pagkatapos niyon, isang mahabang paghihintay ang nangyari. Nagutuman rin kaming trainers dahil walang pagkain. Hindi naman sila nagyayang kumain kami sa labas. Mabuti na lang, may nagbigay ng meryenda. Binigay rin sa akin ang snack ng pupil ko. Past 3, na-disappoint kami sa collab-Filipono team dahil blangko ang front, feature, at sports pages nila. Ang editoryal lang ang kompleto. Sila pa man din ang inaasahan naming magdadala sa amin sa regional. Mabuti pa ang English team, kompleto ang mga pahina. Kahit paano, may laban kami. Nag-iyakan naman ang Filipino team dahil sa nangyari. Nalaman naming lahat ang dahilan ng delay. Nagtagal kasi sila sa pagkain ng meryenda. Naglamiyerda siguro. Gayunpaman, a-attend kaming lahat bukas sa awarding. Setyembre 16, 2017 Past 5:30 ng umaga, bumiyahe na ako papuntang school. Matagal din akong naghintay na makompleto ang bata. May dalawang hindi nakadalo. Sa awarding, grabe ang tensiyon. Nag-iiyakan ang mga journalists namin-- na nanalo at natalo. Ako, panalo ang mga natulungan kong trainees. Panalo ako sa sports writing. First naman sa photojournalism ang ginawan ko ng captions. Sa collab (English), kami ang best team. Panalo si Mary-Joy sa editorial page. Kami rin ang nakasungkit ng best sports page at best in layouting. Sa collab (Filipino), si Chealsey ang nakakuha ng best editorial page. Sayang talaga ang Filipino... Gayunpaman, tuwang-tuwang ako sa resulta ng contest. Alam kong ganoon din ang aming principal. After awarding, nag-lunch kami sa Jollibee-HP. And, nag-stay ako sa school till past 5. Setyembre 17, 2017 Hindi ako nakatulog nang mahaba. Bandang alas-siyete kasi ng umaga, maingay na ang paligid. Bumangon na lang ako at sinimulan ko ang aking araw. Nag-edit ako ng 'Twenty Seventeen Twenty Eighteen.' Gusto ko nang ipa-print ito sa lalong madaling panahon para maging proud na ang mga magulang ng Topaz ko. Hapon, nag-gardening ako. Setyembre 17, 2017 Naging abala ako maghapon. Grabeng pawis ang tumagaktak sa katawan ko, umaga pa lang. Nag-print ako ng forms ng campus journalist's profile. Pina-fill up-an ko rin ang mga iyon. Then, nakipag-meet pa ako kay Ma'am para tanggapin ang perang pang-register. May mga pasaway pang mga journalists na hindi nagdala ng ID picture, kaya kinailangan ko pang gawan ng paraan. Past 8 na kami nakapunta sa PBES para sa unang araw ng Division Writeshop for Young Journalists. Hinatid ko lang ang siyam na bata para mabayaran ko naman ang registration sa EDSES. Natagalan ko roon sa kahahanap kay Ma'am Macawile. Natagalan din siya sa pag-accommodate sa mga nagbabayad. Past nine na ako nakabalik sa PBES. Naroon na ang collab team at co-trainers ko. Agad namang nagsimula ang action. Mabilis na natapos ng mga bata ang task. Kaya, past 11:30, nasa baba na kami para mananghalian. Before 12, nagpaalam ako kay Sir Bagsic para i-claim ang PRC ID ko. Mabilis lang sana magawa, kaya lang kinailangan ko pang mag-print ng claim stub. Nagbayad lang ako sa may computer shop. Grabe! Ginto ang presyo. Twenty-five pesos na agad. Na-reject din ang picture ko, kaya no choice ako kundi ang magpa-ID doon. Eighty-five pesos na naman. Haist! Para akong naholdap. Gusto ko sanang ipasa na sa DO ang photocopies ng PRC ID ko, kaya lang naisip ko na baka maghintay sa akin ang mga pupils ko. Bukas ko na lang ipapasa. Tapos na ang training ng collab team, nang dumating ako. Kaunting oras lang ang hinintay ko, uwian na. Past 3:00 na iyon. Nag-stay ako sa school dahil kailangan ko nang magturo sa Filipino. Parang nami-miss ko na ang masiglang talakayan. Kung matatagalan pa bago ako magpokus sa pagtuturo, baka tamarin na ako. Mahirap na iyon maibalik. Pag-uwi ko, kahit pagod na pagod ako, nawala iyon dahil nai-deliver na pala ang sala set na binili namin noon pang Linggo. Ang sarap nang manuod ng tv. Kaya lang, hindi puwede kapag weekdays. Setyembre 19, 2017 Nagturo ako sa klase ko. Ginamit ko ang lesson plan na ipinasa ko sa isang publishing house, na for evaluation. In-integrate ko ang Buwan ng mga Guro sa aralin ko--- ang pagsagot sa mga tanong sa nabasang talaarawan. Naging makabuluhan ang aralin ko kahit hindi ko iyon masyadong napaghandaan. Hindi nga lang natapos at hindi ko nakolekta ang seatworks nila dahil pinapunta ako ni Ma'am Laarni sa EDSES para ipasa ang memory cards na gagamitin ng photojournalists sa regional schools press conference. Pagdating ko, pumunta na kami (kasama ang 9 na young campus journalists) sa PBES. Nang nagsimula na ang training, saglit kong iniwan ang co-trainers ko para ipasa naman sa DO ang photocopies ng PRC ID ko. Wala na akong problema. Para akong nabunutan ng tinik. Hihintayin ko na lang ang appointment paper ko as Teacher 3. Past 3:30, nakabalik na kami sa GES. Nakisabay lang kami sa van ng ABES, kaya hindi kami naulanan. Pagtila ng ulan, saka naman ako bumiyahe pauwi. Sobrang traffic kaya past 6 na ako nakauwi. Sobrang pagod ako, pero masaya. Marami akong nagawa ngayong araw. Napabayaan ko nga lang ang advisory class ko. Haist! Setyembre 20, 2017 Past 7:30, umalis ako kasama ang mga RSPC qualifiers para sa ikatlong araw ng writeshop. Nagturo muna ako ng matatalinghagang pananalita. Na-bad trip lang ako sa isang feelingerong trainer. Napag-alaman ko kasing may mga pahayag siyang foul sa pandinig ko. Mayabang talaga! Samantalang kahit trainees niya ay naiinis sa kanya dahil hindi halos siya nag-train. At, bago lumaban sa division, sinabihan pa niya ng "Hindi naman kayo mananalo!" Tapos, ngayong nag-first abg mga bata, nagkakandaugaga siya na akuin ang trainorship. Pumunta pa siya kahapon sa PBES. Hindi naman siya division trainer. Akala naman niya, inaangkin ko. Gayunpamam, hindi ko sinira ang mood ko dahil sa kanya. Masigla pa rin akong nag-train ng collab, kasama ang dalawa kong co-trainers. Alam ko kasing hindi naman siya magtatagumpay dahil may attitude problem siya. Past 3, after ng isang reminder tungkol sa RSPC, bumalik na kami saGES. Nagmeryenda lang ako. Humingi rin ng tulong si Ma'am Laarni at Ma'am Normina sa akin. Tungkol iyon sa Elevate Reading Project. Past 4, umuwi na ako. Mas maaga-aga akong nakauwi ngayon, kung ikukumpara noong mga nakaraang araw. Masakit nga ang ulo ko. Setyembre 21, 2017 After breakfast, nag-encode ako, nag-record ng scores sa e-class records, at nag-edit ng 'Twenty Seventeen Twenty Eighteen.' Hindi ko natapos ang editing dahil inantok ako. Sa siesta time, natulog naman ako. Okay lang naman, malapit ko nang matapos. Hapon, nag-gardening ako. Tinanggal ko ang ibang halaman sa harapan dahil gagamitin ang puwesto para sa pagtinda-tinda ng mga pagkain. Uupahan daw ng pinsan ng pinsan ni Emily. At least, may income siya araw-araw. Setyembre 22, 2017 Nakapagturo pa ako sa klase ko bago kami nagkaroon ng grade level meeting. Andaming upcoming activities. Halos wala akong klase for one week sa susunod na linggo. Napansin kong nag-iiba na ang style ko sa pagtuturo. Parang RBEC uli. Past 9 pa naman nakapagsimula ng training sa collab. Maaga ring natapos ng mga bata ang kanilang task. Almost ready na kami, maliban sa mangilan-ngilang error sa layout. After ng training, nakadalo pa ako sa meeting ni Ma'am sa mga reading remedial teachers. Hindi ko na nagampanan ang task ko dahil pa rin sa journalism. Bago ako umuwi, tinanggap ko ang editing task kay Ma'am Joann. Hinikayat ko siyang sumali sa national bigbook writing contest. Nang nakauwi ako, nalaman ko kay Emily na nagpa-blessing siya ng bahay kanina. Hindi na ako nagkomento. Ayaw ko ring magalit dahil sinuway niya ako. Okay lang. Setyembre 23, 2017 Nagawa ko na ang editing ng kwentong pambata ni Ma'am Joann, na isaaali niya sa National Bigbook Writing Contest. It's my pleasure na tumulong. Pareho kami ng linya o kakayahan, kaya kailangan ko siyang matulungan. Nakapagsulat din ako ng updates ng nobela ko at nakapag-encode ng news article na ipinasa ng mga bata para sa Tambuli. At 3 pm, umidlip ako. Kahit paano ay nakatulog ako. Nabawi ko ang ilang araw na pagod at puyat. Gabi, nanuod ako ng tv hanggang alas-onse. May party sa kapitbahay kaya apektado ang pagtulog ko. Hindi naman ako naiinis, lalo na't nagbigay naman ng ulam. Saka, Sabado naman. Pero, noong isang weeknight, asar na asar ako sa tuta niyang iyak nang iyak. Alas-10 na yata ako nakatulog. Setyembre 24, 2017 Naging produktibo ang araw ko. Nag-gardening ako sa umaga. Then, tutor kay Ion. Pina-memorize ko ang multiplication (4 to 6). Nasimulan ko na ring i-format ang akda ni Ma'am Joann na isasali niya sa contest. At, nakapag-encode pa ako ng journal ko. Siyempre, nakapag-update din ako ng bago kong nobela. Wala nga lang halos pahinga at tulog. Idlip lang mula alas-dos hanggang alas-tres. Setyembre 25, 2017 Past 1:30, gising na ako. Hindi na ako nakatulog after kong umihi. Bumangon ako at past two. Nag-unat-unat lang ako, saka nag-almusal. Akala ko ay maiipit ako sa traffic. Masyado akong napaaga. Madilim pa nang tumungo ako sa classroom ko. Gayon pa man, okay lang. Ayaw ko nang nali-late ako. Maaga rin kaming pumunta sa ABES para makisabay papunta sa San Francisco High School sa Quezon City para sa RSPC. Apat na contestants ang dala ko sa apat na magkakaibang individual categories. Kasama ko si Ma'am Edith. Hindi rin kami late nang dumating sa venue. Antagal pa bago nagsimula. Ang init ng puwesto namin kaya hindi ko na-enjoy ang speech ng keynote speaker. Past ten na nang magsimula ang contest proper. Past one naman natapos. Isang matagal na paghihintay lang ang naganap. Past three, nasa school na kami. Nakipag-usap lang ako kay Papang at na-email ng entry ng.bata sa 'Teachers' Story,' saka ako umuwi. Before, seven nasa bahay na ako --- pagod, pero fulfilled. Setyembre 26, 2017 Maaga ulit ako nakarating sa school, pero may mas maaga pang bata kaysa sa akin. Maaga rin kaming (ako, Sir Hermie, at 5 campus journalists) nakarating sa ABES. Kaya lang, naghintay pa kami nang matagal dahil may batang mali ang attire, na maaari naming ika-disqualify. Hindi naman kami na-late sa Quezon City Science High School. Kaya lang, naguluhan kami dahil sa maling sistema ng host school. Magulo ang pila. Hindi nila naisaayos ang delegates ng collaborative publishing. Ang category na ito ang dapat nila naisaayos muna, dahil sila ang may mga dalang laptop at printer. Mas inuna pa nila ang individual categories, like photojourn at sports. Mali. Palpak! Hanap rin kami nang hanap ng room na pagdadausan ng mini-presscon. Tapos, pinalabas pinalayo pa ang mga trainers. Asar na asar ako. Ten, o'clock kumain na kami. Naiisip ko pa rin ang mga bata. Baka maligaw o ma-disqualify dahil nauna sa classroom. Pagbalik namin at past 12, nalaman naming muntik na nga talagang ma-disqualify. At, kasisimula lang ng presscon. Haist! Pambihirang experience. Halos apat na oras kaming naghintay. Pero, worth it naman ang paghihintay dahil nakatapos sila. Sila pa nga ang unang nagpasa. May laban ang gawa nila. Natuwa ako. Umuwi agad kami. Past 5 na kami naihatid sa GES. Past 6 naman ako nakaalis sa school dati bumuhos uli ang malakas na ulan. At siyempre, mag-aalas-otso na ako nakauwi sa bahay. Pagod na pagod ako, pero masaya. Setyembre 27, 2017 Before 10 na ako dumating sa GES. Hinihintay na pala ng mga ka-board of directors ko para sa coop meeting. After meeting, isang salusalo ang naganap. Then, nag-bonding kaming 1000 group sa Grade 1 classroom. Nagkape kami. Before 2, bumiyahe na kami papunta sa Cuneta Astrodome para sa Division World Teachers' Day Celebration. Masaya ang pagdiriwang. Na-excite kaming lahat sa mga pa-raffle. Pero, hindi naman ako nanalo. Past 8, na natapos ang raffle. Before 10, nasa bahay na ako. Pagod at antok na antok na ako. Setyembre 28, 2017 Walang pasok ang mga estudyanteng hindi sumali sa Science Impact o ang science exhibit, mad science, at film showing. Gayunpaman, napakaingay ng estudyante ko. Halos kasi makonpleto sila. Thirty-nine ang nagbayad. Natutuwa ako dahil may P20 x 39 ako, pero nahirapan akong makinig sa ingay nila. Wala kasing klase. Walang nagturo. Antagal pa naman silang pinaghintay. Siguro 11 am na sila pinatawag. Antagal ko ring nagtiyaga. Gayunpaman, nakaraos ako sa isang araw. Lutang pa kasi ako sa journalism matters. Parang nakalimutan ko nang magturo. Parang nawala na rin ang drive at eagerness kong magturo. Pero, bago ako umuwi bandang alas-3:45, gumawa muna ako ng visual aids sa AP 6. Magtuturo na ako bukas. Kaya pala nagmadali akong umuwi kanina dahil may tutee akong dapat turuan. Ikalawang araw ko nang nagtuturo sa kanya, simula noong Sabado, September 23, na supposedly, 3 or 4 days na. Apektado rin ng journalism. Setyembre 29, 2017 Turong-turo ako kanina. Kahit paano, naituro ko nang maayos ang aralin ko sa AP 6. Hindi naman ako nakapagturo sa Fil 6 dahil humirit ang advisory class ko na tapusin nila ang formal theme writing nila. Hinayaan ko naman silang gawin iyon, gamit ang oras ko, habang naghahanda naman ako ng IMs para sa Lunes. After class, nag-stay ako sa classroom ko. Gumawa ako ng Form 137. Past 5 na ako umuwi, kasabay ng mga panghapon. Nagdesisyon ako sa harap ng principal, nang pinatawag niya ako, na hindi na lang dumalo sa RSPC awarding ceremony. Hindi dahil talo kami sa colloborative, kundi dahil nakakapagod at dumarami ang maiiwan kong trabaho at responsibilidad. Pumayag naman siya. Gumawa ako ng memo para kung may trainer na gustong pumunta, sila naman ang kasama ng mga bata. Setyembre 30, 2017 Nag-edit ako ng anthology book namin ng mga pupils ko-- halos maghapon. May pahinga naman at may time para umidlip. Gabi ko na iyon natapos. One hundred eighty-five pagea ang book namin. Gusto ko sanang umabot ng 200 pages. Sana makapagpasulat pa ako. At, sana maipublish ko bago mag-sem break. Kung hindi kaya, sana bago mag- Christmas break. Hapon. Nag-gardening ko dahil basa ang lupa. Hindi nga lang ako nakapunta sa unit ni Mareng Janelyn, gaya ng naipangako ko. Pinatitingnan niya kasi sa akin ang kalagayan ng bahay niya since hindi niya pa mabibisita.

Ang mga Laruan ni Juan

"Juaaan!" galit na tawag ng ina. "Halika nga rito, bata ka."

Hawak ang cellphone na lumapit si Juan sa ina. "Bakit po?"

"Bakit? Tingnan mo itong mga latuan mo. Nagkalat. Muntik na nga akong matumba dahil naapakan ko."

"E, hindi po kasi nag-iingat," sagot ni Juan. Saka muling pumindot sa cellphone.

"Aba, aba! Kapag ako, napuno sa 'yo  Juan, makikita mo. Makikita mo!"

Hindi iyon narinig ni Juan dahil abala siya sa paglalaro sa cellphone.

"Iligpit mo na, bago ko pa itapon ang mga iyan," utos ng ina.

"Mamaya na po. Naglalaro pa ako."

Laging ganoon ang mag-ina.

Maglalaro si Juan. Ang kanyang ina naman ang magliligpit pagkatapos dahil iniiwanan lang nito kung saan.

Isang araw, nataranta si Juan.

"Mama, nasaan po ang mga laruan ko?"

"Hindi ko alam."

"Itinapon niyo na po ba?" mangiyak-ngiyak na tanong ni Juan, saka muling umakyat.

"Hindi ko itinapon, Juan."

Hindi iyon pinaniwalaan ni Juan. Narinig niya ang binitiwang salita ng kanyang ina.

"Kapag ako, napuno sa 'yo  Juan, makikita mo. Makikita mo!"

Umiyak siya nang umiyak sa kuwarto hanggang sa makatulog siya.

Pagmulat ni Juan,  nasa isang maliit na kuwartong salamin siya.

"Nasaan ako? Bakit ako nandito?" Kinalampag niya ang salamin. "Palabasin ninyo ako rito!"

Mayamaya isang pamilyar na mukha ang bumulaga sa kanyang harapan.

"Ang laruan ko! Bakit lumaki siya at nakakakilos?" Napaurong siya.

Napag-alaman niyang nasa loob siya ng cellphone. Nilalaro siya ng kanyang laruang sundalo.

"Hindi! Hindi ako puwedeng ganito habambuhay!" Gusto niyang umupo at sumandal, pero hindi siya pinapahinga ng laruan. Hindi niya maisip kung ano ang gagawin. Pagod na pagod na siyang tumakbo at makipaghabulan sa halimaw na nasa loob ng salamin.

Saglit na nahinto ang kanyang pagtakbo nang mapagod ang sundalong laruan sa paglaro. Kaya lang, ipinagamit naman nito ang cellphone sa ibang dambuhalang laruan.

Ilang sandali ang lumipas, dumilim ang silid. Sumigaw nang sumigaw si Juan, ngunit walang nakakarinig.

"Mama, nasaan ka po? Tulungan mo ako rito," iyak ni Juan. "Sabi mo, makikita ko. Tama ka po... Nakita ko na po ang resulta ng katigasan ng ulo ko."

Nasilaw si Juan nang may magbukas ng ilaw. Malaya na siya.

"Mama?" Nakita ni Juan ang ina na hawak ang cellphone at ang lalagyan ng kanyang mga laruan. Katabi naman niya ang mga laruang nabuhay at lumaki.

"O, Juan, bakit pawis na pawis ka?"

"Wala po, Mama. Nahanap niyo na po pala ang iba kong mga laruan. Sorry po pala."

"Naku, Juan, sana tuloy-tuloy na 'yan. Tandaan mo, ang paglalaro ay bahagi ng iyong kabataan, pero dapat maging responsable ka rin sa mga tungkulin mo bilang anak."

"Opo, Mama."

Lolo Payaso

Laylay ang balikat na naglalakad patungo sa karnabal si Lolo Isko. Bitbit niya ang kanyang pulang kulot na peluka at asul na malalaking sapatos.

"Lolo Payaso, Lolo Payaso, nakakalbo!" tukso nina Bino, Toto, at Miyo.

Yumuko na lamang si Lolo Isko. Siya ay dumiretso.

"Lolo Payaso, nakakalbo! Lolo Payaso, kapag walang wig sa ulo, mukhang gago. Lolo Payaso, nakakalbo, kapag may wig sa ulo, parang siraulo!" sabay-sabay na awit ng tatlo.

Nakalayo na si Lolo Isko, ngunit hinabol pa rin siya nina Toto at Bino.

Inagaw ni Toto ang peluka ni Lolo Isko.

Hinablot naman ni Bino ang sapatos ng payaso.

"Akin na ang wig at sapatos ko!" singhal ni Lolo Isko.

Nagtawanan ang dalawa, sabay takbo.

"Habulin mo kami kung kaya mo," sabi ni Miyo, habang hinaharangan ang lolo.

Nang makalayo na sina Bino at Toto, saka tumakbo si Miyo.

Hinabol ni Lolo Isko ang tatlo. Sila ay patungo sa paanan ng Bundok Engkanto.

Sa ilalim ng matataas na puno, napahinto si Lolo Isko. Pagod na pagod siya. Ang pawis niya ay tumutulo.

"Mga bata, akin na ang peluka at sapatos ko!" sigaw ng lolo.

Malilit na boses ang narinig niya. Humihingi ito ng saklolo.

"Bino? Miyo? Toto? Nasaan kayo?"

"Lolo Isko, tulungan mo po kami rito."

Hinanap ng matanda ang boses-palaka. Nakita niya ang tatlong palaka. Nakaipit ang mga paa nila sa troso.

"Lolo Isko, kami po ito," pakilala ni Miyo.

"Ay, palaka!" Napaurong si Lolo Isko. "Ang mga bata ay naging palaka."

"Patawad po, Lolo Isko," iyak ni Toto.

Natawa si Lolo Isko nang makita niyang suot ni Toto ang kanyang peluka. Suot naman nina Miyo at Bino ang kanyang sapatos.

"Lolo, tulungan po ninyo kami. Pangako, magbabago na po ako."

"Ikaw lang ba, Apo?"

"Ako rin po," sagot nina Toto at Bino.

"Sige, pinapatawad ko na kayo... pero sa isang kondisyon."

"Sige po. Ako na po ang tagadala ng sapatos ninyo, " sabi ni Miyo.

"Ako naman po ang aakay sa inyo," pangako ni Toto.

"Hindi ko na po kayo tutuksuhin. Igagalang ko na po lahat ng lola, lolo, at bawat nilalang sa mundo," sabi naman ni Bino.

Tinulungan ni Lolo Isko ang tatlo na makawala sa troso. Maya-maya, sina Miyo, Bino, at Toto ay muling naging tao. Nagpasalamat sila sa payaso.

 

 

The Story of X

One day, in the classroom, Teacher Alpha asked her pupils to write five words that starts with the letter of their names.

Most of the pupils began writing happily.
X got sad. He tried harder to think of words that begin with letter X, but  failed.

He saw A, his seatmate, who have already written apple, axe, and airplane on his paper.

As X turned to his left, he saw G's paper. She has written girl, goat, gate, and giraffe.

X got sad again.

He looked around hoping to see a thing that starts with letter X.

X noticed the xylophone in the shelf.

"Xylophone," exclaimed X.

"Sssh!" said Teacher Alpha.

X smiled and began to think again. Until he fell asleep on his armchair.

"Pass your papers," Teacher Alpha announced.

X was astonished as he heard her teacher.

"Good bye, class! See you tomorrow!

"Good bye, Teacher Alpha! Thank you for teaching us!" said the pupils.

The whole class left, except X.

"Oh, why are you still here X? And, why you did not pass your paper?"

X began to weep. "I' m sorry, Teacher Alpha. I can't find another words, beginning with X. I feel useless."

Teacher Alpha patted the shoulder of X. "You're important. Don't feel bad about it."

"But, I don't feel like I am needed in this class," answered X.

"You are needed in this class, just like every one of your classmates."

"Really?"

"Yes! That is why you belong in my class -- the alphabet." Teacher Alpha beamed at him.

X smiled.

"So, you want me to give another words, aside from xylophone?"

"Yes, Teacher!"

"Xerox, xenon, xenia, xenology, xylem, xylitol, xu, xenophile... and so on and so forth!"

"Wow! Amazing! I'm not really useless. Thank a lot, Teacher Alpha! See you tomorrow!

"You are welcome, X!"

X went out the classroom happily.

Ang Magkaibigang Langaw

Ang Magkaibigang Langaw

 

 

Sina Lan at Gaw ay magkaibigang langaw.

Isang araw, naisipan nilang magpahinga sa nakasabit na sandok.

"Gaw, tingnan mo ang ale," turo ni Lan sa may-ari ng karinderya. "Bugaw siya nang bugaw ng mga langaw."

"Oo nga, ayaw na ayaw niya sa mga katulad natin. Bakit kaya?" Napaisip bigla si Gaw.

"Ayaw niya sa atin kasi raw marumi tayo. Para sa kanila peste tayo," hinanakit ni Gaw.

"Hindi totoo iyan, Gaw. Halika, tingnan natin ang kanilang kusina." Hinila niya ang kaibigan at sabay silang lumipad patungo roon.

Sa ibabaw ng mga kaserola sila pumuwesto upang hindi sila makita ng mga kusinero.

Pinagmasdan nila ang mga ito gayundin ang mga kapwa nilang langaw na nanginginain sa mga sangkap katulad ng karne, isda, gulay, rekado, hipon, at iba pa.

"Lan, Lan, tingnan mo ang matabang kusinero..." tawag ni Gaw sa kaibigan.

"Hala! Ang pawis niya, tumutulo na sa kanyang niluluto. Yak, kadiri!"

"Tingnan mo ang isa," turo ni Gaw sa payat na kusinero. "Tingnan mo kung paano niya hugasan ang mga sangkap."

"Pambihira! Dugyot siya. Hindi niya hinugasan nang mabuti. Ipinatong niya lang sa lababong marumi."

Napasigaw si Gaw, nang ang matabang kusinero ay nagsimulang magprito. "Susmaryasep! Kulay tsokolate at malabo na ang mantikang kanyang ginamit."

Tinapik ni Lan ang balikat ni Gaw. "Gaw, kumamot pa sa ulo niya ang isa."

"Dali, Gaw, ang hibla ng buhok niya. Mahuhulog sa sabaw!" sigaw ni Lan.

Agad na nilipad ni Gaw ang hibla. Naisakay niya iyon sa kanyang pakpak, ngunit nabigo siyang madakma ang isa pang buhok. Kaya tuluyang nahulog iyon sa sabaw.

Nanlumo ang magkaibigang langaw sa kanilang mga namasid at natanaw.

Lumipad sila nang lumipad hanggang sa isang sanga ng puno sila napadpad.

"Ngayon, Lan, sabihin mo nga sa akin na ang katulad natin ay peste," malungkot na saad ni Gaw.

"Hindi tayo peste. Nabubuhay tayong mga langaw dahil may mga basura, may mabaho, at may marumi sa mundo ng mga tao," paliwanag ni Lan.

"Isa pa, tinutulungan natin silang ipaalam sa kanila na kailangan nilang maglinis kapag malangaw."

"Hindi tayo peste!" sabay nilang sigaw.

 

Ang Aking Pamilya

Sa inyong harapan, isang binibini
na ang pamilya ay laging nasa tabi,
Sa bawat okasyon, sa bawat sandali,
magkakasama't nagmamahalan kami.

Sa likod nitong matatamis na ngiti,
magagandang asal ang namumutawi.
Sa loob nitong pusong hindi sawi,
isang masayang pamilya'y nagkukubli.

Sa aking tabi, nariyan si Mommy--
aking gabay sa araw hanggang gabi.
Naroon ang masipag kong daddy,
pangangailangan namin, siya ang bumibili.

Nariyan ang aking kuya, na super pogi,
ang aking idolo hanggang sa paglaki.
At, sa aming tahanang mumunti,
pamilya ko't pagmamahala'y mananatili.

Kabataan, Droga, at Kapulisan

Kabataan,
pag-asa ka pa rin ng bayan.
Sa pagtahak tungo sa kinabukasan,
pangarap ay pagsumikapang
makamtan.

Droga,
ikaw ang kanser ng lipunan.
Sa pangarap ng mga kabataan,
nariyan ka't humahadlang,
naninila.

Kapulisan,
tagapagtanggol kayo ng bayan,
Katiwasayan, hatid sa sambayanan,
Pinapanatili raw ang kapayapaan.
Kamatayan?

My Journal -- February 2008

February 1, 2008

                I got up before 7 AM. Immediately, I took in my Fixcom 4. Later, I was doing household chores. Dishwashing. Sweeping.

                Before 8:30, I prepared my stuffs. Past 9, I left Bautista. I arrived at my parents-in-law’s house at past 9. I got disappointed to see Hanna. She is so thin now. I pity her. Later, Mj was telling me about the milklessness of our children. I also told her my being penniless, as well as my job application on Monday.

                The condition of our kids saddened me so much. If only I could buy them milk with my P240+ on my wallet and purse, I would. But, I was thinking of my career. It must be prioritized. This state would never end unless I was jobless. The opportunity knocks once, indeed.

                Before lunch I have accepted already that this crisis is God’s gift. He wants me to persevere. He has plan for me. He has made a place for me. All I have to do is work hard to find it.

                I was very sad that we don’t have birthday present for Bebeng tomorrow. It’s such a shame, but we have to attend still. Our kids must have this once-in-a-lifetime- experience. It’s a privilege for them. I hope they are understanding enough.

                Mico and I conversed through text. He asked me ‘How’s your kids and wife?’ I told him that they’re in crisis. He never minded it. He diverted the topic to our meeting. He wanted me to see soon. That was when I told him about my financial burden I was into. Finally, he was offering help. He’s willing to help me. However, I did not take the opportunity to gain. I was in need, but I still have hope. God is great provider. Besides, I’m not a user. I’m just an opportunist.

                Jefferson texted me. He related me his break-up with his textmate. He’s not hurt. He just wanted to tell it to me.

February 2, 2008

                Past 6:30 AM when I woke up. Seven when I got up.

                Eight, Mj and I were preparing already in going to Ever Gotesco. We have to be early because we would fetch Yoshimi and her aunt at KameraWorld in Bayan. Thus, at 9 AM, we left home.

                Past 9, I texted Jenny, who said that they’re about to leave home. So I waited for them to ride. However, no Jenny or shadow of Jenny that arrived, I was very indignant. I texted Taiwan about it. He didn’t reply. Jano texted me already that they saw Mj. Until my irksome ended up in leaving them without notice. I just sent message to Taiwan that I already left his daughter. I wanted him to notify his wife not to leave the house with Yoshimi. It was already 10:30. Mj was so irked, too. “Kung may pera lang ako. Umuwi na ako,” she said.

                Another maddening occurrence happened. The traffic was devastating. It was already 11 and we’re almost got there. Thus, I decided to walk. Mj flowed. We rushed into Ever Gotesco. Fortunately, the party did not start early, but the party goers were already eating. Good thing, we’re reserved with table, chairs, and foods by Jano and Gie.

                Text message from Jenny’s number arrived, asking our where-about. I apologized. 

                The irritating incident was interchanged by happiness, when the show started. I enjoyed the foods. Hanna enjoyed the ice cream, though she was scared of Jollibee mascot. Zildjian has an appetite at that time. He ate rice-chicken, spaghetti, and ice cream. I don’t know about Mj. But. I’m sure, she enjoyed, too.

                After the party at past 12, we roamed around the mall. We went to amusement center. I took pictures of Hanna, Zj, and Mj there. Hanna wanted to play computer.

                Then, we went to an area where token rides are being offered. Zj and Hanna had fun in a Ferrari car race. I took pictures of them, too. There, the two had a nice experience for the first time, especially Zj. It was his first time, too, in a mall.

                We left the mall with smiles in our face. I just felt a little bit of guilt for leaving Yoshimi.

                We’re home before two. Tired, yet happy.

                My stay here in my parents-in-law’s house postpones my writing of my novel. I could not face it because my children are both makulit and malikot. I have to face them. But, in the evening, I could read dictionary. It’s crucial for my novel writing.

February 3, 2008

                Six-thirty I was already wide awake, Mj as well. She then insisted going with me in Bautista. Despite of my disagreement, she still prepared the kids’s stuffs.

                Past 7:45, the car geared toward Boso-Boso. I was very sad because I have no money at all. I knew my kids would be milkless again tomorrow. I just hoped Mama’s padala arrived yesterday. However, Flor said it didn’t arrive. Mama did not send me.

                Minutes after our arrival, I swept the dried leaves off the yard and I also watered Mama’s plants.

                I tried to nap because I was really sleepy, but I failed to catch sleep. I got up when I heard that Jano was starting to cook lunch.

                My mag-iina was fetched by my in-laws at past 2. I was sad because I haven’t given them money like last Sunday. Yet, I was glad for I could have a rest.

                I took a nap later. My head was aching, but it’s just light.

                I pursued writing. In fact, I have finished chapter 2 and started chapter 3. Since Mico was not texting me and I was loadless, I have had enough time to write.

                I knew Mico got mad because I did not text him. If only he knew that I really had no money. As a matter of fact, I was thankful that Jello, his friend, who is working in a real estate company and who will accompany me to his boss for interview supposed to be tomorrow, got injured in playing basketball. It saved me. Mama did not send me money. I have no budget. Jello is willing to help me. Mico thought I was not eager to apply.

February 4, 2008

                I got up at eight. I really wanted to sleep more, but I think of my medicine. I took my medicine later though I would not have breakfast. I wasn’t afraid if it will make me agitate gain. Good thing I did not experience it again maybe because I ate two packs of commercial peanuts.

                No energy to work, I just stayed in the room. I never mind the dirty feeding bottles that need to be washed. Plus, I was wondering why still now Mico did not text me. Today is his day-off. He didn’t send me a quote. It saddened me much.

                Past eleven I did household chores. Later I took lunch, and while waiting for text messages, I pursued writing. That time, Flor left to Novaliches. I might be blessed today.

                Past one I have discovered that I have load. Mico sent me P20 pasaload. But, I couldn’t avail unli20. Thus, I asked for P5 pasalaod to Flor. She made me irate. She promised me a load when she got in Gate 2. It was so annoying. Mico couldn’t wait already. He’s been texting me since past 9.

                Later, I decided to give up my friendship to Mico because I was so ashamed of him. He gave me load, yet I could not reply. He’s helping me, too, but it seemed that I was not interested to the job he’s offering.

                Mama and Flor arrived at past two. That time, Mico gave me another P20 pasaload. Flor gave me P2, too. Thus, I could reply Mico’s messages. We talked about my drama. He’s a true friend, indeed. He accepted me again.

                While cooking, he texted me that Jello’s manager is out-of-town. Thus, my supposed job application tomorrow was postponed. When I have no money, opportunities were there, but when I do have, they would disappear.

                Haist! Is this the sign I asked?

                Taiwan got upset while I was explaining to him about what happened last Saturday. Thus, I stopped talking.

                Mico wanted to help me financially. I did not show any liking. I declined to receive any amount from him because we don’t even see each other yet. Then, we planned to eyeball but it turned out to nothing.

                I sleep at 10:20 after my cellphone got empty.

February 5, 2008

                Courtney's cry was disturbing, as well as. Not to mention my toothache and couple's noises. They made me sleepless. I decided to get up at 5:30. I pursued writing. Later, Mico and I were texting. I think it was seven when we agreed upon our being lovers. I accepted his love for me. Haist! It's crazy, but it's true.

                In the middle of my works, we text-- while I was dishwashing, while I was cooking, and while I was eating, and after lunch.

                He set an eyeball tomorrow at Metropolis Mall. I chose the time, favorable to both of us-- 6 PM. It gave me nervousness, but just to stop the mystery, I have to meet and see him.

                I pursued writing. Afternoon, I was writing. After cooking our dinner, I was writing. It was because Mico was sleeping.

                While cooking, Flor has annoyed me with her bad words. She answered me in pabalang. Mama and I condemned her bad attitude. Then I promised that I won't be too close to her and I will not kid her anymore.

                Padi Glenn texted me, regarding my job application. I told him that it was not realized. Later he related about his eagerness to find his luck in other employer. He wanted to have a career. So do I, I said.

                Mico gave me P20 pasaload again. We texted again. However, when it was 10:30, my battery got empty. I was not able to explain. Thus, I left it unexplained. Good thing is I have told it to him.

                My tooth was aching terribly. I could hardly catch sleep.

February 6, 2008

                When the couple left, I got up and charged my cellphone. Later Mico and I were texting. Our conversation ended up in postponing our eyeball. I was a bit shy kasi of my physical attributes. He might not like me, though he's not looking for it.

                I did not show any eagerness of his financial help. I said, I will think of it first.

                Past 10:30, I cooked our lunch. While cooking, Mico was planning for a meeting today. But, he wanted to have sex with me na and we're going to do it in Sogo Hotel. I declined. I said I did not like the idea of the hotel thingy. We might be shot or we might have scandal video. He got mad, telling me that he was rejected by me. We're about to break up. He just apologized. I explicated to him that I want it to do in the right time and place and that we have to bond first.

                After taking a bath at one o’ clock, we text again. We talked about our meeting tomorrow. We finalized it. However, he texted me gain at around 4. He’s implying for a meeting tonight. I did not know why I second the motion. Thus, our eyeball was moved earlier. I prepared myself and left Bautista at 5.

                It was eight-thirty when we meet at Sogo Hotel-Alabang Branch. I was a bit disappointed by his look and I was a bit shy, especially when I directed him to buy me water, so that I could take the medicine for toothache. (My tooth was aching terribly.)

                I waited thirty minutes before I have eaten my diner. He was looking at me. Later, my toothache was gone. Then I drank beer. He did not drink his, so I took it. The two bottles I have been taken were enough for me to gain confidence.

                Since, I had I already, I asked if he was not disappointed to me. He says, “Hindi, ah!” I believed him.

                After drinking beer, I watched tv. There’s porn there.

                Next thing happened? Whew! I was very sad. I didn’t know what was happening to my penis. Erectile dysfunction.

                He’s so disappointed with me. I could see that.

February 7, 2008

                Past 3:30, he stimulated me until I gave in. However, my effort has been useless and not inducing. He slightly insulted me, saying that I disappointed him. I took my silence and tried to sleep. I didn’t know what to say because I was not sue what happened to me. I also wondered why he acted like that as if it was not his real first time.

                He checked out at 5:30. I stayed. He left me P300 only. It disappointed me. yet thankful I was that somehow he gave me

                At seven am, I checked out the hotel. I rode a bus to Cubao. The sadness, disappointment, and annoyance fill my heart and mind, as I leave. Plus, headache and toothache were devastating me. 

                Mico texted me. I replied that I wanted to end our contact. He said, “Don’t say that…” I run out of load.

                I was home at 9:30. I lied down immediately without conversing with Mama. I had no sleep yet. So I have to catch some.

                I got up at 12 noon. After lunch I took a nap again. It was 4 when I rose up to take merienda. Still, no text messages from Gabrieliasis. I lied down again until 6.

                Past 9 when I took dinner. My tooth is aching. The pain is so excruciating. I tried to sleep just to escape the pain.

                Sleepiness did not visit me till past one. I suffered much from terrible ache.

February 8, 2008

                Arrival of Diyang woke me up. She came for no reason at all. But, Mama immediately confronted her about the prank call of a call center agent, whose voice is someone like Yoyi’s. She strongly denied it. I got up and told the whole story. Mama implied that saying no or denying is easy. But, she’s willing to know the truth and she will condemn the culprits. However, Diyang has been stuck to her denial.

                The next thing happened, our conversation focused on Diyang’s. After that, I was telling her about why no one should downgrade me and my Alma Mater. I related to her my achievements, fulfilments, and compliments I received and gained. But, that time she doesn’t still claim my paratang. She’s also not angry of it.

                Before she left at past 11, she promised me that she will text Yoyi and will know the truth. After that I asked Mama if she believed Diyang. She said no. So I did.

                I believed Diyang is the one behinds the call or interview. Yoyi has an idea of interviewing me and pretending she’s a call center agent of Teletech because she gave her my phone number. Yoyi and she connived. Diyang’s vow of helping me to prove it is just her frontal act of escaping. Huh! I knew she did it. She came here today after Tintin told her that I already knew what she and Yoyi did.

                After lunch, I washed my clothes and pants…

                Past one, I took a nap. It was past three when I got up.

                No one texted me today. I put on my mind that Mico is not going to text me anymore and I would not expect for him. I closed my life to him. He’s not a good friend. He’s a mere sex maniac, who tried to fool me that he’s virgin.

                Five-thirty I went to Veterans and bought viand. I cooked it at six-thirty.

                Quarter to eaight I sent this message to Mico, “U fooled me. I tut ur virgin. Ur a sex maniac pala… a real virgin dosnt crave 4 utmost sexual pleasure… I tut kiss s enuf  4 u. Ur insatiable. Obviously, ur experncd one n pla in d name of sex bcoz uexpct me to mke u satisfied d whle nyt… I tut wer gnna celebrate ur bday… I waitd in sogo, bt I don’t expect dat u wll check me in immdtely. Ur a liar! U dnt even drink. U dnt even talk to me 4 long, as if urn t intrestd anymre. I hv no regret. Its anthr account dat wud b kept in my journal. See… u dnt even txt me na… Salamat ha…”He didn’t reply.

                Nine-thirty, Amy replied, ‘Pautang’ to my text. I thought she was kidding me. Thus I asked how much she needed. I was astonished when she says, “P500!” I told her that I only have two hundred pesos. She says “Ok na ‘yan.” At first, I hesitated because I am also in need of money, but after God said that I must help her I confirmed to her that I would send her the P200. She thanked me.

                My toothache was gone after few minutes of taking Gardan. Thus, I have fallen asleep.

February 9, 2008

                However, my toothache came back at past 3. I took another Gardan. Unfortunately, it wasn’t gone. I have had a lack of sleep.

                I woke up before 8 am.

                After breakfast, I rinsed my clothes and pants that I washed yesterday. Then I texted Amy. I told her that I was not able to send her the P200 because of its hardship. I have to pay for service charge and I need to consider the P60 fare. She insisted at first, but she says, “Ok”, at last.

                Cute of Marlene Quiobe replied to my text. I have learned that she’s now in Bulan. Later I told Amy to ask help from her. Sad thing, the latter does not reply.

                I went to Veterans and bought LPG and viands. Later I cooked our lunch. While doing so, Irene Dreu replied to my text. Then, again, I asked help for Amy. Unfortunately she couldn’t help her.

                Final or last resort, I texted Padi Glenn. I told her that Amy has something to tell him. The two conversed. Later Padi Glenn promised Amy to help find for the amount she needed. He would borrow from his friend.

                Diyang promised me to text Yoyi. She must prove to me that she was not involved in the deception. Well, I will wait for the result.

                Past 8:30 pm, Romeo texted me. He was inviting me to join them. I hesitated at once, yet I changed my clothes. However when he told me that I have to go to high school, where we studied, I decided not to leave home. I thought of myself. I might be tripped by the addicts there. I said, “Sori ha?” Besides, my tooth was aching terribly though I took Ampicillin.

February 10, 2008

                Due to my toothache, I have had a lack of sleep. I tried to re-sleep in the room. However, at past 8, my mag-iina arrived. I was partly glad and sad to see them. I’m glad because I missed them for a week. I was sad because I still was sleepy.

                Later I fried tikoy for breakfast.

                Ten, Jano directed me to buy viands, so I went to Veterans with Hanna. When we arrived, I immediately prepared our lunch. I was then unwell and feeling drowsy. My head was aching, too.

                Diyang was texting me. She said that Yoyi did not reply. Is that so? Well, I don’t believe her. She really doesn’t text her.

                After lunch, I was so sleepy. Bad thing is I couldn’t take a nap due to my mag-iina’s presence. Thus, I bonded with them instead. Later, I gave Mj P100. She happily accepted it.

                Past 3, my parents-in-law arrived. Calove’s van followed. Wew! Almost complete-- Calove family, Tito Jun and his daughters, Tiyo Ruben, and Tita Neng. Calove, my ex-boss, asked me fo a langka seedling. Without further ado, i accomplished his request.

                They left before 3:30. Then, Mama and I talked about them and Zildjian’s upcoming birthday. I told her that Mj has no money to call or text Tito Jay. She has to talk to him kasi about our son’s birthday.

                Mama’s so excited to the arrival of Ate Ningning. She was so anxious to know that I was going to Bulan with her. However, as of now, text from Ate Quennie hasn’t arrived yet, as if it’s postponed.

                I managed to watch movie, despite of excruciating toothache I was feeling. Huh! ‘Legend of Zorro’ has helped me, so as before I sleep, I finished till end, the movie ‘Original Sin’ by Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie. I found it nice.

                Before I closed my eyes to sleep, I asked God to take away our worry. Mj and I were afraid that she’s pregnant. She told me that two or three days ago, she was always feeling dizzy. Symptoms of pregnancy showed up. Good thing, the delay was only 3 days.

                I asked God not to give us another child. Mj and I do not like to have another baby.

February 11, 2008

                I was awakened by noises made by Flor, Mama, and Courtney. But, I got up at 7:45. My lower neck, upper back and nape were aching. Stiffed-nape, it maybe was.

                I watched tv all day long and at last I have viewed 'Titanic'. I liked the movie so much. Alas! It was to be continued.

                I suffered from the terrible pain in my nape. I couldn't move freely. I pity Mama for I couldn't help her do the household chores and help her take care of Courtney Love, who has been tantrumic.

                Till I closed my eyes, I was still anticipating.

February 12, 2008

                I got up at 6:30. My back or nape pain was until here. Yet I could move freely unlike yesterday. I have taken care of my niece for few hours. I have taken a bath, too. However, it's still hard for me to stand or sit for a long time. I need to lie down in order to avoid the pain.

                No one arrived till twelve.

                Mj regarded me and the arrival of Ate Ningning. I knew she just wanted to assure if I was still here in Antipolo. I told her about what pain I was experiencing and that Ate Ningning is maybe in Dubai still because no one texted me.

                Myles sent me load in exchange of a 'creed' she was requesting me to write. I sent her my poem, 'I Can, But I Can't', thinking it was a creed. However, she hasn't told me before that it must be all about education or practice teacher. Thus, I scribbled in a jiffy. After 15 minutes I have sent this to her:

The Teacher's Creed

I will be a good teacher

with a deep sense of responsibility

I can be the greatest educator

in the service to the nation

I will be a responsible mentor

who perseveres and works hard

I can be the noblest of all

practicing what I've learned

I will be the role model

for you and everyone

I can go to the remote area

just to share my wisdom

I will be a concerned citizen,

devoting my life to this.

                After few hours, she rejected it. She says, "Masyadong mataas ang expectation." It must be dramatic and humble.

                And, since I was experiencing pains, I told her that I could do it tomorrow. She agreed, giving me a timeframe of 'before lunch'. However, I still rough-drafting the second creed.

                I took Amoxicillin, but my toothache was still pestering me. I couldn't sleep. I did everything to alleviate the ache. Salt. Toothpick. Etc. But all of these seemed useless. I almost cried. I got up several times.

                Midnight has passed. I was still awake.

February 13, 2008

                Past 1:30 AM, I was still wide awake. Toothache excruciatingly disrupted my sleeping moment. It pissed me out.

                I think I have fallen asleep at around 3.

                Unfortunately I was awakened by the noise made by the early risers. Good thing, Mama was awake. I found a lethargic place in their room. There, I have fallen asleep till nine.

                Before ten, I sent the second creed to Myles. It goes this:

The Teacher’s Creed

I am our mentor

Who can impart my wisdom

With all efficiency.

I am your teacher,

Who can practice the art of teaching

With gladness and dedication.

I am your educator,

Who can be a guidance counselor

And advocate of morality and virtues.

I am your teacher,

Who can be the instrument

Of learning and of well-being.

I am your pedagogue,

Who can devote my time

With patience and perseverance.

I am your teacher,

Who can be a role model

With great honor and dignity.

I am your second parent,

Who can be a nourishing mother,

Like my loving Alma Mater.

I am your teacher,

Who can always be a noble one

For the school, for the people.

                Myles did not reply. I got mad that she did not even give any comment of my effort. She thanked me not, either.

                I sent a text message to Ate Quennie. She did not answer back. I just said, “Hello! Msta c Ate Ningning?”

                My toothache quitted punishing me. I wondered why the pain attacks during sleeping hours. I would rather have it in daytime.

                Diyang came in. I did not give her attention. She told me that Yoyi did not reply to her text. When Mama asked her what she did she say to Yoyi, she says, “Akin na lang ‘yon!” Apparently, she’s just lying. She’s indeed the accomplice of Yoyi.

                Well, I’m not interested anymore to confirm it. I already have proven it.

                Marjs texted me at 4:30 pm. We talked about work, date, and our families. I have contacted her last Tuesday.

                Epr texted me at past 7. He queried me about the eyeball happened last week in Alabang between me and my textmate. I related him the reality. He laughed at me. But, I told him that it was okay for it was another experience in my life.

                Tortuous toothache came back before I sleep at 11 pm. I fell asleep easily.

February 14, 2008

                However at past 1:30 am, I was awakened by tremendous pain. My wisdom tooth was like a hand drill, drilling my ear. The pain was very unbearable. I got up and brushed my teeth. But, it seemed useless. I tried to catch sleep, but I failed. It was already 4 am. Thirty minutes to go, Jano will get up already.

                I did not want him to catch me awake, thus I went back to my pillows and blanket. I bore the pain and sleepiness.

                Before the couple left to work, I transferred to the room. Yet, I still was experiencing the pain. I could not even fall to sleep, thus, at past 6, I got up and took breakfast.

                Wew! Nothing happened. The pain made me sleepless and restless.

                I was greeted ‘Happy Valentine’ by Marlene.

                I could still remember last year. I made personalized Valentine card for MJ. She was so happy for it. But now, I could not even greet her through text message. I could make her another card, but the problem is how I can give it to her.

                The pain lowered down at 8:30. My nape ache has gone, too.

                I took care of Baby Love, while Mama was washing her clothes.

                I remember, Antipolo National High School (Annex) Batch ’98 is already 10 years, since they graduated. I am part of that pioneering class. However, I don’t want to organize the alumni homecoming for three reasons. First, I have no money to finance the possible expenses in contacting the alumni and in advertising the big event. Second, I hate my high school days. Thus, I might not enjoy the celebration. Lastly, I am not successful. It is such a shame to get together with them, knowing that most of my classmates are irritating due to their aristocracy and pretension. However, I am willing to attend if I was invited by them. I, of course, love to socialize with.

                Two, after taking care of Courtney, I took a forty winks. I got up at past 3 pm, and later on I took a bath.

                Past 6, while taking care of my niece, Mama pushed me to videoke. So I did. I enjoyed singing while lulling Baby Love. I still enjoyed it, despite the absence of microphone.

                I was greeted ‘Happy Valentine’s  day’ by Myles, Padi Glenn, manay Baby,Cute, Mean, and Mj. My wife says, ‘Hapi Valentines! Yan ha, nakahabol p q. Gudnyt!” I couldn’t greet them back because I have no load.

                My toothache was just mild. I could bear the pain.

                Before I sleep, I prayed to God. I asked Him for the right direction. I wanted a permanent settlement.

February 15, 2008

                Four o’clock I the morning, my toothache disrupted my sleep. Five am, I transferred in the room. There, I tried to catch sleep. Good thing, I succeeded. I got up minutes before 9 am.

                Nine thirty-five, Mj sent this message to me: “Elow! Msta n? How do u feel nw?” I wanted to tell her that I was partly okay. I also wanted to ask her what happened to her menstruation. I have just no load.

                I took care of Courtney. I helped Mama.

                When Jano arrived, I still took care of his child. I put her to sleep at 3 pm. Thus, I took a nap, despite of my aching tooth. Haist! Devastating toothache of mine.

                Past 3, Mj texted me again. She says, “Ei, msta? Ano na blta? Dk ngppramdam ah!?” Like me, she’s anxious to know if Ate Ningning has already arrived. I knew she’s now problemizing the physiological needs of our children. She’s so pathetic. She needs my financial aid. However, it’s so saddening that I could provide my kids’ needs. I’m not escaping. I merely don’t have anything to give them.

                I missed my children very much. They were on my mind tonight.

                I turned off the tv set at past 11 pm, then I asked to give me a tight sleep.

February 16, 2008

                Past 4 am, I was pissed out again by my toothache. Yet, I tried to sleep back. Past 6, Taiwan woke me up. He says, “Labhan mo ang shorts at sando ko,” handing me down the P20-bill. Then, I transferred in the room after I took breakfast. Nine when I got up. Excruciating pain was still here. It pestered me the whole day. However I have found a mean to oppose the enormity of pain. I read and took down words from a dictionary. I stored them up into my cellphone for future use.

                Past six, Mama left to Sauyo. Later, I bought Amoxicillin and prepared our viand.

                Past 7:30 pm, electric power disrupted our dvd watching. Thus, I tried to catch sleep. My head and tooth were aching. Then I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of my kids and their future. I pity them. How I wish I was not sickly.

                Past 8:30 pm, the power resumed. We pursued ‘Spy Kids 1”. I enjoyed the film, despite of what I was feeling. Then, ‘Spy Kids 2’ was played next. I finished it. Eleven pm when I went to Gie-Jano’s room o sleep. My Calvary started there. I couldn’t sleep due to the tortuous aches. My headache was l=healed somehow by Omega pain killer, but not the toothache.

February 17, 2008

                I think, it was past 2:45 when I fell asleep. I got up to piss at 4 am. That was when I have had another hard time catching sleep. However, I found out that I have fallen asleep. It was 7 am, when I transferred of higaan. Yet, I did not sleep. I just waited for my mag-iina. It was past nine when I rose up. The breakfast was ready.

                After lunch, I read lexicon. Then, I took a cat nap. One hour made me well already. Then, I pursued dictionary-browsing, despite of my aching nape.

                I am low-blood or high-blood. I knew aching of nape is one of its symptoms. I am always lack of sleep. Then, we always have pork in our meals.

                Six, I watched ‘Ang Pinaka…’ at QTV, featuring the top 10 Pinoys, who have been famous because of internet 9either blogging or youtube). I also craved that someday I could upload my children’s videos or photos that might give them fame in the world of commercial modelling.

                I didn’t do kitchen works. Gie and Flor take the works. I just sat on the sofa and watched dvd.

                At nine, I watched the 2^nd part of ‘Titanic’ in RPN 9. It was so breath-taking. The passengers were so pathetic. The love between Jack and Rose was amazing. I never thought that there’s such kind of love, given in the midst of a tragedy. Indeed, love is everywhere. There is love in last breath.

                I could never forget that movie, as long as I’m living.

                Eleven, I was praying to God. I asked for financial blessings, especially for Mj. She needs to have passport.

February 18, 2007

                Seven-thirty, I got up. Jano, who doesn’t leave to work, commanded me to fry the leftover rice. So I did. However, before I totally friend it, Mama arrived.

                It was past 8 when we had our breakfast.

                Quarter to ten, Mj texted me. She says, “Poroy, sunduin u n kmi d2. Kung mhal u tlga mga anak mo. Lam q gs2ng gs2 u n kmi umalis d2. Kmi n lng plgi ng anak mo ang masama. Nghari-harian nmn ang isa d2.” I knew who was she’s telling me. He’s Bernie, her brother-in-law. I was so sad and furious of this message.

                I immediately bought load and replied,”Bkt n nmn, Mj?”

                She answered, “Dhil n nmn sa maarteng bta d2. Ac2ally nung isang gbi p nga, e, ngkasagutan kmi ni Bernie. Cnigawan b nman s Hanna. Knina ngparinig n nman.”   

                I talked to Mama about it. It was known to Jano, too. My tears were on the verge of falling down. My voice broke down.

                Mama wanted me to go to Bulan. Jano, at first, wanted to work. I voiced out my sentiments. My mother said that their tirahan is the sole problem. Then, she opened up about Lola Alice’ proposal that I sell vegetables in Sauyo. At that time, my only goal is to get Hanna away from them. Ever since, my daughter is rejected. She’s not a favorite one.

                I set myself. It was agreed by Mama and Jano. The former gave me money secretly. I left immediately.

                Diyang and Happy texted me. I entertained Happy’s messages. I also did to Diyangs, but I cut it off.

                I have learned from Happy that Lerma has twin children and Christian became her boyfriend. We talked about her lovelessness. I gave her advice.

                While Diyang, she exactly sent this to me:

                “Wen I was youngr scol s nt lrnin place for me its wer I’l c my clsm8 crsh, I cn wer new slpr, it have new ntbuks d cvr in my fave actrs actrs. Jus ol tht. Lrnin s is nice to me its so boooring. Now I realzd that love n buks its gftd so f my son dnt wnt to go to scol I’l tel hm its ok ur sme wit me. Mssyang lng baon sau ang eduk ay d lng lbro outsyd scol ul lrn. Bsta d empurtans s motto u abkasa onli abakada. Yan lng pkosap ku sao. Feleng ku npamanhan n keta!”

                I really don’t understand her. Her text message was grammatically and logically wrong. Yet, I replied her. I said:

                “dats ur notion abt eduction! Well, ur being opinionated… I beg to disagree. I thnk ur insolence s d prblm. I luv to study. I always wnted to go to skol, even nw… Skol s d prme source of wisdom. It’s undeniably tru. Ur view s defntly naïve n nature.”

                She asked the meaning of naïve. I laughed at her. Then, I told her that I was in Bayan, with my kids, thus, I would text het later.

                In my parents-in-law’s house, I saw the king-like. I gave courtesy to my in-laws, then, I kissed Zildjian many times. In the short period of time, he’s with me, I enjoyed him so much. I just pity him. He’s payat than before.

                When I told Mj that I’m going to Bulan with Hanna, she disagreed. She didn’t like the idea. But, we didn’t talk about it much.

                Nanay asked me about arrival of Ate Ningning. I answered her very clearly. I don’t know why she’s interested, too.

                The, I got sad when Mj announced that her menstrual period has arrived yet. “Dagdag problema pa ‘yan,” I told her. We talked about it and arrived to the idea of looking for something to abort the fetus. Then, I uttered a short prayer to God. i asked Him not to give us another child.

                Though Mj was implying that Zildjian’s milkless, I did not give her. Besides, I have no coins or smaller amount than P500. I wanted her to have a disposition. Then, she told me that she’s asking her cousin, Baduday, for help. The latter is working in a canteen. I asked her, “Gusto mo sa canteen?” I admired her answer. “E, kesa sa tumambay ako rito. Walang panggatas.”

                After Hanna has eaten her lunch, we left. We’re home at one.

                Before two, I sent text messages to Diyang. I insulted and satire her, especially her words, such as ‘readable textmate’, ‘inborn romantic’, ‘pocketbook’, and ‘abakada’. I also sent this “Hey, cozener-cousin reply pls! u knw wat, I knew dat ur jst playing game wth me. Well, u won’t win. Im gud in dat matter. Im mybe poor now and unstable bt im nt a ne’er-do-well. No1 hs d ryt to belittle me. No1 knows me, except d Lord!”

                She didn’t reply. She would not win over me.

February 19, 2008

                I was wide-awake the whole night. It was not my toothache that made me sleepless. I pondered very closely the idea of ‘pagtitinda ng mga gulay’ in Novaliches. I also asked fervently to God the postponement or stoppage of Mj’s pregnancy.

                At 5 am, I was already decided to accept Lola Alice’ proposal. I would talk to Mama morrow.

                In the room, I have fallen asleep. It was past 8:30 am when I got up. It was due to Diyang’s voice. She was talking very loudly to Mama. Later when she was gone, I related to Mama about the text messages we sent and received from each other.

                Then, while doing laundry, I was talking to Mama about the pagtitinda. Though she wanted me to go to Bulan, she still accepted the proposal. She would talk to Lola Alice first on Saturday. And, since there was no news about Ate Ningning, I better act now. Selling veggies is a dirty work, but it’s decent. It is business. And, I like it.

                Past five, Mama and Kuya Greg talked about pagtitinda. I was dismayed when Mama related me the truth. Lola Alice is not giving up her puwesto in the market. She’s just giving us bread-and-butter for a short duration. It’s just a temporary. Thus, I exclaimed, “Huwag na lang!”

                It made me even more problematic. I did not know what to do. I did not know where to go. Mama is the only one, who could help me, except God. She’s the only one, who understands me. However, like me, she also did not know what to do and where to go. She loves to take care of her grandchild, Courtney, and she promised me to take over my responsibility for Hanna. Like me, she has so many grievances against the couple. The two were neglecting the provision of basic needs in this house. They were not providing some of the needs. They’re cost0sutting. They’re just making asa to Mama. They’re supposed to be the ones, who must compensate her, but it seems that our mother is the one who’s helping them.

                I knew their reason—my presence. They’re thinking that I’m useless and just a pabigat in this house. But, the truth is… I’m useful. They must know that.

                They’re always implying that they’re on crisis or they’re penniless. Huh? But, when they arrived, they had cake for Courtney. They don’t even think that we already don’t have viand.

                Past eleven, I thought Hanna was sleeping besides Mama and Flor, but she’s crying. Thus, I took her out. I decided to sleep with her on the bamboo sofa, despite of its hardship.

February 20, 2008

                It was so tough to sleep in a very small, narrow place. Good thing, I have fallen asleep. I have had many dreams.

                Past six, Hanna and I transferred in the room. I rose up at past 8:30 am.

                Looking at Mama, who was doing garden works, I craved for an own house. I hoped I could go to Bulan soon.

                Four-thirty, Mj sent this message to me: “Elow! Msta n Hnna? Lgi u suotan ng jacket ha? Ska anon a ngresearch k n b 2ngkol dun?” I have no load to tell her that I already did last Monday night. I have researched that unripe pineapple when eaten may cause the premature expulsion of a fetus. Then, the decoction of the plant, bitter gourd (ampalaya), especially the roots is also abortifacient. I also found out that ripe pineapple and the gumamela bark decoction are good emmenagogue (agents which induces menstraual flow), as well as the infusion or decoction of sambong.

                I got mad when Jano says, “Makakalimutin na kasi ako!” Huh!? He indeed intended to forget to buy cooking oil, not to mention rice and viand. He’s hoping and relying so much to Mama.

February 21, 2008

                Past 2 am, I was bothered by my toothache. Plus, Hanna was so malikot while she is sleeping. I have just fallen asleep again when the couple and Flor were gone. It was 8:30 when I got up.

                After having coffee, I dishwashed. Then, I fed Hanna when she woke up. I also took care of Courtney.

                I brought Hanna to sleep at past one. Thus, I had a chance to skim the dictionary. I collected terms which would be useful to my writing endeavours.

                Past five, I did marketing in Veterans. Mama did the cooking.

                I have beaten Hanna because she’s turning the pages of Zildjian’s baby book very roughly. It was 6:15. Minutes later, Mj texted me. She says, “Ei! Msta n Hanna q? Lgi u suotan ng jacket ska medyas. Mis n mis q n c Hnna. Bka s Linggo sunduin q n sya. Mgalit k n pero malngkot aq pg wla sya d2.” I will get mad indeed if she will.

                I controlled myself. I did not tell it to Mama, who’s so willing to support Hanna’s needs. She’s the one, the only one, who could help us both financially and emotionally. I, as her son, could say that she’s the sole person who is inspiring me nowadays. She’s giving me an encouragement and hope to stand still, despite of this crisis and confusion.

                I am clueless why Mj has to get back Hanna. If it would so, this is not the first time. Haist! I was so tired understanding her. I don’t know why she couldn’t sacrifice. We have so many problems to be done, yet she was just prioritizing nonsense matters. I’m afraid of what will Mama’s reaction be. I am sure, she will get mad.

February 22, 2008

                They’re so noisy at 4:30 am. I couldn’t sleep back. Thus, I researched in the lexicon. Past 5, I slept again. I got up at past 8.

                All day I was almost researching. My cellphone started to cram with myriad of information, especially vocabularies. I just hoped it would not explode.

                Of course, I was taking care of Hanna. I used to beat her somehow, but it’s because she’s so naughty. Overall, I have given her my utmost love, care, and attention. I took her a bath. I fed her. I brought her to sleep. I was just disappointed by her meanness. She becomes noisy, defiant, and rebellious. She’s retaliating verbally and physically every time we scold her. Was that the outcome of her being with the Espinosas? However, I love her still. She’s sweet sometimes, playful, and most of all, smart.

                I get mad every time I hear that the couple, especially Jano has got mat when he knew that there’s no cooked rice yet. It was already past 9. Mama intended it so, because she perceived that there’s going to eat before going home. Besides, they left money merely for water.

                It made me sad. I was thinking or doubting if I will leave Hanna here. I knew Mama will take care of her very closely, but I was looking at the dark side of living here. The couple was being stingy.  Understand that having a baby, who’s reliable to formula milk, is very tough, but they must understand, too, that taking care of their child is tougher. Mama is so pitiful. She’s not-so-well-fed nanny.

February 23, 2008

                I got up at past 7. After breakfast, I mean, poor breakfast, I turned on the tv set. I watched ‘Don Stewart’s Healing Show’. He’s a reverend, who is sending the callers and texters with green prosperity hankie for free. I was amused to its intent. There’s a reality in the testimonies of the healed and the recipients of miracles, thus I get the numbers and the verse that supports his doctrine—Acts 19:11-12.

                We’re problemizing both our food and water. Our viand was just sardines. Mama and I pity Hanna. She was here not to feel this scarcity. Plus, water supply was so rare. They’re passing, but they’re not supposed to sell us.

                I was so anxious and disappointed today. Living here in Bautista is a miserable experience.

                Before six, I went to Bukal. I decided to take a bath there. I waited for the fetchers to leave the premise. However, when I was about to undress, group of teenagers come over. Geeh! I decided not to take a bath. Thus, I filled the pail with water. I took a bath in our toilet, instead.

                When the couple arrived, I have learned that they’re indeed in the midst of financial crisis. I understand them. I just couldn’t tell them that what made them that situation was Courtney’s milk. They preferred S-26 Gold rather than the cheaper ones such as Bonna. Haist! It’s their lives!

                Hanna and I occupied the couple’s room.

February 24, 2008

                I was awakened by Mama’s noises. She was preparing to leave. However, I tried to sleep back. I got up when I thought there was a water supply truck nearby. Mama left already. I didn’t see her.

                While Hanna was sleeping, I waited for the truck. It was an hour wait.

                My daughter got up at 8:30 am. I gave her a piece of bread and we went out to wait for the water supply. That’s when Mj and Zildjian were dropped by my parents-in-law, who were going to Boso-Boso.

                I immediately queried Mj if she would really take Hanna home today. It’s true, indeed. But, it’s because Bernie and his mag-iina were not in their home. Thus, I permitted her to take Hanna away from me for ephemeral time. Besides, she was planning to work.

                Mj and I talked about her pregnancy. I showed her what I have researched. Later I gave her an infusion of oregano. The book, ‘Building Vital Health’ says it’s good for Amenorrhea, the absence of menstrual flow for one or more period. I should have given her an abortifacient, but the truth is there’s no ampalaya or even damong Maria.

                Past 10, I went to Veterans. I budgeted the P245 tightly. Jano did the cooking.

                Past 11, I went downhill. I looked for abortifacient agents like unripe pineapple and emmenagogue agents like sambong. However, I haven’t found one. I just have got star apples there, which were liked by my daughter.

                We talked about it again. She was threatening me. I must do something before it turns one month. She also suggested the opening it to Mama. I did not say ‘No’ or ‘Yes’. I will come to think of it. She will help us, for sure, but I don’t want nobody to know about it as long as I still can make a way to abort the baby/fetus in herbal ways.

                Zildjian’s presence made me happy. He could now walk slowly. He’s also dancing and clapping every time I sang ‘Sayaw Darling’. He’s so handsome and witty. I just felt sad to know that Tito Jay is not texting or replying their text messages. In short, there will be no grandeur birthday party on March 3, 2008, like what had happened on July 16, 2006.

                Hanna is luckier than Zildjian.

                Past one-thirty, my mag-iina was fetched by my in-laws. It did not make me sad. Their temporal presence was enough.

                I took a nap after they left. I was awakened at 2:45 pm, the time when I have read Diyang’s message (sent at 2:15).

                She says, “Educ s useless f no carir. I scondrli knw dat. Educ must b partnr by carir.”

                That was the exact message. It has insulted me so much. Thus, I immediately bought load and texted her. I sent this:

                “Wat a high-falutin statement!?U mst say dis: ‘Wats d use of ur lyf f ur both undereducated and careerless?! Gnaw and chew every food u intake b4 u swallow it…”

                She replied quickly, but it was out-of-the-wall. I knew she did not understand my words especially the high-falutin.

                “It’s not hi, but fact,” she said.

                “Where in the world you get your words?” I asked her. I found her boba. She’s not good in English.

                These were the text messages I sent and replied:

                1. I rli dnt wnt to engae n dis folderol, bt bcoz ur implying smthing, I still did…        Now tel me wats ur problem… Y r u questning my career? R u affectd? Y dnt u fix           ur own lyf?

                2. Ha ha. Wer n d world u get ur words? Fiddlestick! Well, I used to it. It thrills         me. It s nonsense, bt I hve to reply.

                3. Is dis d way u txt? Pathetic. I haven’t established my lyf yet bt Im nt contented   of having a diploma. Ur ryt, edctn s uselss bt ur more useless dan me… How old r      u na ba?

                4. S should I? (My answer from her text, “Hoy, baka npi2kon u n ha…”) Im             actually furious! Wat u did and wat r u doing r enuf to give me rage in my hart…      U cant mend it anymore.

                5. Wers d reply? Itut ur well-learnd enuf. Ha ha. Ur limited ‘pala’… U mst learn a    lesson, girl… Dnt evr dare to look at other’s flaws f ur more flawful dan him… Ponder b4 u utter any words… Ur lingo s a sword dat mt kill u. It’s also an echo      dat bounce bck to u… Dnt u hve mirror n ur haws?

                6. I ddnt knw wht I was stl txtng with u… Ol I knew s dat I wnt to get u out in a       madhouse! Don’t fool me, imbecile rumormonger girl! I know ur d culprit in dat             prank phone interview.

                7. I cud say now dat ur an oaf. A ninny. A numskull fathead! Ur exactly lyk ur         charlatan, gadfly mother, hu dsnt know d meaning of humility. Both of u r just                living in braggadocio… My mom s jst a grde school graduate bt I cud say that she                 is smarter dan u!

                She quitted replying at that time. Then, she did again at 5:30 pm. She said, “Dnt acuse me dat Im involve n dat col cntr interview 2dat s Sun a holi day I swer 2 God!”

                I replied, “Well, u cnt blame me. ur capble of doing dat. Ur a gameplayer. Ur always questioning and measuring my worth.”

                She never replied Laughing out loud! She’s a loser, pathetic girl, who tried to outwit me.

                I have typed a message for her, but it was unsent. It says, “Hey, b4 I quit dis baloney thing, I wnt u to know dat ‘I dnt wanna see ur face in our premise! I dnt wnt 2 b plastc anymre. Ur presence mkes me sick… Ur nt a gud kin… Ur a nix and nugatory one. U deserve nothing, bt my obloquy. Pwe!”

                Jefferson texted me. He says, “Boring didi.” I seconded-the-motion, then I asked him if he would go back home to polot this March. He said no. Hee would saty because he doesn’t want to be a serf. The fact that being penniless made him ashamed to show up in Polot. I told him my plan and my loss of appetite in working as living here in the metro. Before we end it u, I have told him that I am looking forward to jamming with him before I leave.

                I cooked our dinner. While doing so, I joined the videoking.

                Before ten, Jano stopped the videoking. I slept at 10:45 after praying to God. I asked Him again to diminish the fetus in Mj’s womb.

February 25, 2008

                At six, I was awakened by Courtney’s cry. It’s a good opportunity because I could see the water supply water. Thus, I waited for it.

                It was so cold outside, yet I have been patient in waiting. However, it just put me to dismay. The truck ran out of supply.

                Then, I swept the clutters in the yard. I also burnt it.

                While waiting for the water supply truck, I was browsing the Merriam-Webster’s. After more than an hour, I prepared our lunch, which was ginataang langka.

                I sent my name and address at the number flashed in the Green Prosperity Handkerchief.” But, there was no confirmation.

                I pursued dictionary-browsing, while cooking and after lunch. And, past one, I watched dvd. I finished ‘All the King’s Men’ till the end, despite of its boring plot. It somehow gives me wisdom about politics and vocabulary.

                Past three, I was skimming the lexicon again. I was waiting Flor to wake up, so that I could take over the bed. She did at past 4. I did forty winks. I got up at past 5.

                Minutes later, mama arrived. She brought so many vegetables. She also has gift for Zildjian, a shirt and shorts, and pansit bihon. It gladdened me. We would have a contribution for his birthday.

February 26, 2008

                Before six, I was already wide-awake. I decided to rise up early because I have something to do. I reorganized my or our (my kids and I) stuffs. I put them in one container. While doing it, Mama and I talked about going home to Bulan. She, too, was decided to live in Bulan.

                I prepared excruciating messages for Diyang that will surely hurt her. Then, I prepared our lunch. I pursued having critical messages after eating. Later, I faced Zildjian’s scrapbook. I wanted to finish it before March 3. But, his pictures on my mobile phone are not yet printed out. I also started making him a birthday banner. I have just finished ‘Zildjian.’  ‘Happy 1^st Birthday’ will be done when I do have materials.

                I spent my whole day in enhancing my mind or gathering knowledge. Yet, I have been a cook. I just stopped skimming the dictionary at 9 pm.

                Before I slept, I prayed to God. I asked Him again about our problem.

February 27, 2008

                Early at 6, I got up. They’re so noisy. I couldn’t sleep. After breakfast, I took care of Courtney while Mama was washing her clothes. I was also collecting words and encoding them into my phone. Good thing, Baby Love has been supportive.

                At 8:51 am, Mj sent this to me: “Ei, msta? C mj 2. Pulse alarm! Meron na me nung Monday p, kya lang sobra lakas, nahihilo n nga me e, ubos na dugo q.” I immediately thanked Gd. He’s so kind. He listened to my prayer. He used or touched the oregano to heal Mj’s amenorrhea. I was so happy. I have overcome our greatest problem.

                I wrote and read almost all day. And, before I took a catnap, I personalized the photo album of Hanna. I put captions on it. It turned our awesome.

                Before I started cooking, I re-started Zildjian’s birthday banner. The couple’s arrival postponed my endeavor. I have to cleanse the fishes, as well as, to cook our viand. I pursued it after cooking. I almost have done it.

                I have accomplished many things today. It’s maybe the result of the good news and blessings I received this morning. God is indeed great!

                Thanking God was the last thing I did before plunging into subconscious. I praised Him for the favour He gave me.

February 28, 2008

                Again, I rose up early… Taking care of Courtney came next. I simultaneously did nannying and learning. I also pursued encoding and saving nuisance messages for Rodea.

                I cooked our lunch early, so that I could do more. After lunch, I let Mama fell asleep, while I was taking care of Baby Love. When Mama woke up, I said, “Ako naman!” However, I didn’t pursue sleeping. I instead worked Zildjian’s baby book.

                Six, while watching ‘American Idol’, I was lulling Courtney. She’s been tantrumic. God thing is I was entertained by the show, I was viewing.

                Mj texted me. She’s asking if I have been in PCSO. I was touched by her thoughtfulness, yet I anticipated for some tidings about Zildjian’s forthcoming birthday. Sad thing, I couldn’t text her. I have no load.

February 29, 2008

                Again, for the third day, I woke up early. It was after the couple left. I was doing it with gladness. It is my responsibility or, I should say, payment for the gratitude of living with them.

                While nannying or baby-sitting, I was collecting vocabularies. This is the best way I could entertain myself, and at the same time, I was learning. Thought of Zildjian’s upcoming birthday and its uncertain celebration has been temporarily forgotten. However, when Mj texted, worry filled my heart. She says, “Elow!Msta? War plan u s bday ni Zj? Pnta b u? Ewan q nga kung my hnda e, bhla n.”

                It saddened me. It also irritated me. I wanted to reply. I just don’t have load. I wanted to say, “Bkt p aq ppunta? Wla nman plang hnda!” Haist! What’s happening to our lives?

                I pity Zildjian, but I couldn’t do a thing. I was also not blaming myself. There’s no point of doing so. I indeed don’t have capacity to give him even a simple party.

                Hanna’s first birthday celebration has been that grandeur because there were sponsors. Tito Jay and Tito Nick sent us money. But now, no one did. Mj has tried to contact them, but she received no reply.

                I don’t even feel anything mean towards them. I am the father. I should have been the one, who endeavoured.

                After dinner, I rewrote the ‘Pahilis’ draft. I drafted month ago. It somehow made me forget my disappointment.