Saturday, 22 October 2016

ONE OF THOSE DAYS



Today, is again, one of those days.
One of those days is set by these parameters.
1. Why are you alone?
2. Who is your boyfriend?
3. When are you getting married?

And my answers would always be
1. Why not?
2. None
3. No plans.     

I think people should stop asking these questions because I, myself is not even a bit interested. Let me enlighten you.

1. I am mostly alone especially when I go shopping and that’s when you see me often. I love going out to eat, observe people and buy unusual stuffs. Mind you, I have circles of friends but I am not that selfish to tire them from my OOTD hunts.

2. a. I don’t have a boyfriend because having one means an extra parent nagging you of where to go, what to wear and whom to be with. And I don’t yearn for that. My parents are enough.

b.  I enjoy my independence and freedom. I don’t need a man to help me carry my backpack, take a photo with that  #relationshipgoals, punch assholes or pushes the door when it says pull. I will get what I want with my own thinking and strategies.Hello! I’m turning 25. I can decide for myself and  glue myself together when I break.  And please, do not assume that people who are alone are the loneliest. We have individual differences, and I make a difference by saying that my company is enough to keep me happy.

c. Having a boyfriend means being attached to someone. It’s a give and take relationship. You have to make constant messages and calls, dates etc. I am not the clingy and pababe type. In fact,  I am a million contradictions but somehow,  CONSISTENCY counts a million YES’s for me. I want a guy who never fails to meet my expectations, understands my weirdness   and who still makes time for me despite his busy career;  however, throughout my life, I’ve never encountered that guy.

d. They say that I have to lower my standards. Why do I have to? Again, I am the one in-charge of my love affair and not you.

e. I have been in an official relationship (just once) yet it was something short-lived and surreal. Does that count? Nada. There you go folks, I have not fallen in love yet.

3. I will marry the man of my dreams, soon but this time, I just want to chase my dreams, support my family and save more than enough to finance my travels.


 So, next time, please do ask me sensible questions like.
1. Are you free? 
2. Do you want to go to the beach?
3. D you want to drink milk tea?

That will be much appreciated.











Monday, 17 October 2016

ANO’NG ULAM TITSER? BULALONG LESSON PLAN (Isang Lathalaing Dyornal)


June 2012
Bagong college graduate. Naging instructor sa private school. Nagturo ng English, Filipino at Science. Sumweldo ng 50/hr. Muntik matanggal kasi ayaw ng mga istudyante. Terror. Snob. High Standard. Miss Sungit. Straight English. EOP sa loob ng klase. Bwisit.

September 2012
Tumaba. Nagkacrush sa Dean. Nakapasa sa LET. Hindi nakaattend ng Oath-taking Ceremony. Nag-enrol ng masters pero kinuha Guidance and Counseling kasi nga frustrated psychologist.

November 2013
Naging administrative aide at titser sa isang public school pero ang sweldo ay pang-admin aide. Tumaas nang bahagya ang sahod.

January 2014
Pormal na naging titser sa public school. Nagturo sa junior high school at sa tech-voc.
Nasabihang hindi naman maganda, maputi lang.
Chinismis ng kung ano-ano.
Tinawag na Maria Mercedez ng mga estudyante.
Nabully ng ibang guro. Naireport etc.
Nagkaroon ng MIO sporty.
Umiyak nang todo.
Gusto nang magresign pero you have to exit with grace.
Bumangon at nagturo. Dineadma mga chismosa at bullies.
Bumait.
Mas naintindihan niya ang mga iba at sarili niya.
Nakahanap ng mga bagong kaibigan.
Nagzumba. Nagpainting. NagGYM. Nagbar.

June 2014- April 2016
Naging designated guidance counselor nang isang taon.
Mas bumait.
Tinapos ang academic requirements sa masters.
Nakipagdate. Nainlove. Niloko. Gumanti. Nanreject.
Gumawa ng blog.
Unti-unting natupad ang bucket list.
Naging palasimba.
Nabangga.
Nabayaran lahat ng utang.
Naging waldas sa pera dahil laging nakaOOTD, kumakain at nagtratravel.
Pagod nang magturo pero nagtuturo pa rin.


May 2016
Naging divison-based SHS teacher kasi gusto niya sanang mapunta sa ibang schools kaya lang hindi naman nakaalis.
Nasunog ang balat.
Nagparebond.
Nagtraining ng 18 days.
Sinunog ang kilay sa pag-iingles kasama ng mga magagaling na guro sa rehiyon.
Nagtaka kung bakit nagtuturo pa rin hanggang ngayon.

June 2016
Opening. Naging Teacher III.
Nakilala ang mga Grade 11 students ng EIM at Academic Track.
Nag-enjoy. Magagaling ang mga bata. Talented. Maingay pero may sense ang sinasabi.

July- September 2016
Nagthesis writing.
Naging sakitin at bumalik ang insomnia pero buhay pa rin.
Nagrevolve pa rin sa pagtuturo ang araw-araw na buhay.
Sari-saring classroom activities. Snakes and Ladders. Search. Rap. Puzzles. Speech Choir. Quiz Bee. Social Media Apps etc.
Namemorize niya lahat ng pangalan ng mga bata.
Nagmiki kasama nila. Nagmcdo kasama nila. Nagovernight. Nakipagkwentuhan. Nakinig sa mga life stories. Umiyak. Tumawa. Humagulgol. Humalakhak.
Napamahal sa mga bata.

October 2016
Nasurpise noong teacher’s day. Sa unang pagkakataon, may nageffort na pasayahin siya. Ang saya-saya. Natupad ang isang pangarap niya.
Maraming nagbigay ng regalo at lahat iyon nakadisplay sa bedroom niya.
Sumayaw ng pang80’s.
Ang atensyon ay puro na lang istudyante.
Natulog at gumising na ang nasa isip mga istudyante.
Hindi na siya nahihirapang bumangon araw-araw kasi lagi niyang gustong makita sila.
Minahal niya ang mga bata nang buong-buo.
Ngayon lang niya naramdaman ito sa apat na taon niyang pagtuturo. Iyong koneksyon, Iyong parang red string of fate. Iba eh iba. Hindi maipapaliwanag gamit ang mga salita.
Nagtanong siya sa sarili, “Hindi ka na aalis, no?”


Hindi sumagi noong hayskul ako na magiging guro ako. Ayaw na ayaw ko ang mga guro kasi hindi ko sila masyadong maintindihan. Ayaw ko pa ng uniporme,  pang-matanda kasi. Tingnan mo nga naman ngayon, mapaglaro ang tadhana. Guro ako.

Noong nakaraang lingo, nagkukuwentuhan kami ng mga kapwa SHS teachers.
Sabi ni ma’am, ‘At the end of your work, pag happy kang umuwi, it means makabuluhan ang buhay mo. Masaya ka.’
Parang nagising ako bigla. Hindi ko na maalala iyong huling beses na umuwi nang malungkot. Araw-araw kasi akong umuuwi nang may ngiti sa mga labi. Parang namulat ako sa katotohanang , ‘Ang sarap parang maging guro.’ At unti-unting lumiwanag ang lahat , ‘May silbi pala ako sa mundo at araw-araw akong magpapasalamat kasi naging guro ako.’

XYZ: Ma’am, I’ll deliver my speech today.

Ayan, may magsspeech. Wait lang. Makikinig muna ako.

















Sunday, 9 October 2016

Like any other drama at night, I am here to agonize your life.
I am again in the position of inflicting pain to myself. I let myself be attached to some people who may or may not stay until the end. I am also annoyed to those people who posts PATAMA in public. Why not to her/him in private so that she/he can learn? I just don't like the idea of ranting and discriminating others publicly especially by professionals.

Let me talk about teaching since it's Monday tomorrow.

I don't want to do it anymore. It's boring and plain. It's being stuck in a deserted road. I only draw my strength from my students who somehow like me - tho I am a bit crazy and bipolar. They got me gifts during the teachers' day and I must say that I was overwhelmed with all their efforts especially that they have made me a princess which is one of my frustrations. Last night, we had an overnight in my student's house. It was fine bonding with them. I want to be with them because they satisfy my social needs and surprisingly, I like it more when I'm with them than with my colleagues. It's as if I'm retrograding, I mean, being silly and fun, careless and too giving. I am planning to stop engaging myself to them but I just can't stop  most especially that we had so many good times. Maybe, some teachers noticed that I am too closed with my students and they started posting that these students have no respect for me anymore. I totally disagree. In our classes, I make it to the point that it's businesslike and friendly. How can they blurt it out like that? I don't have hard feelings for them since from the very beginning, I did not fit in. That's another reason of staying away because I don't belong.

So, if the plan materializes, I only have 5 months left before I leave the country. I can't wait for that. I've been wanting to go ever since and do another job regardless how low it might be. I don't want to take that huge responsibility of teaching the youth because until now, I don't have confidence that i am effective and inspiring. My personality is not even parallel to the right qualities of a teacher.

But with all these years, I must say that I have learned a lot from the profession.
1. Not all teachers are plastics. There are still those whom you can trust.
2. Teachers corrupt.
3. Teachers tell lies.
4. Teachers harass students.

I won't forget those students  whom I spent time with. Those students I have known their lives and heartaches.Those students who have put their trust in me. Those who make me laugh and smile. Those who speak of my beauty and kindness. Those who give pieces of unsolicited advice, Those who ask how are you. Those who come in my class and listen attentively. Those who prioritize english. Those who greet me and carry my things. Those who kiss and hug me. Those who hold my hands. Those who bring me closer to God.

The more than 4 years was pretty long. I endured it. And it's time to let go.

Friday, 7 October 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD (Chapter IV)



I sat beside her.
“We cook the best seafood paella.”
Silence.
She stared at me. Then it hit me. I have fallen for her.
“Red, I want ice cream.” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.
I stood up and offered my slightly quivering hand.
Her eyes fixed upon me, she moved in close, holding onto my hand.

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One plate of Seafood Paella for a stunning lady.”

“Wow. Did you cook this?” Red served me a large plate of Spanish masterpiece of rice and all-star mix of chorizo, prawns, mussels and chicken seasoned with the unique flavor of saffron.

The one and only.” He proudly declared with that fake British accent while carelessly unbuttoning his white long sleeves. He grinned.

“Are you seducing me?”

“You want to be seduced baby?”

I was mesmerized as I stared at his dazzling, breathtaking male beauty from his light brown eyes to his Moreno skin and full pinkish lips, to his amazing cheekbones and chiseled jaw line , to the muscular chest and 6-pack abs peeking out.  He moved closer that I could feel his breath on my face.

“Baby Ata,” he said in his sexy, husky voice. He moved his hand closer to my cheek and saw him swallowing hard.  His gaze went to my lips and as his gaze returned to my eyes, I arched my head down anticipating what was to come. With my eyes closed, I felt the touch of his hand as it slowly touched the side of my lips.

“Not yet baby,” he said and gave me a half-laugh as he pulled away. He sat down on the chair opposite me.

I couldn’t find the right words to say.  I assessed myself. What am I thinking? Am I frustrated because he did not kiss me?  He’s just another asshole from a bunch of assholes including Metis. Where is Metis? He did not even look for me! I dismissed those thoughts and murdered the seafood paella.

“You must be hungry.” And he started to laugh. I  ignored him and busied myself tasting, biting, swallowing the shrimps.

“Sir, tumawag po si Mr. Soriano. Hinahanap kayo. Papunta na raw po siya dito.”

Sir? Bakit nagsisir iyong frontdesk officer. Suki siguro siya dito. Baka maraming dinadalang chikababes. Tsk. Gwapo nga babaero naman.

“Bakit daw?”

“ Nagmamadali po sir  eh. Otw na po siya kaninang tumawag.”

“Ok. Salamat Toby.”

“Sige sir.” Umalis na si Toby at ako, finally, patapos na ring kumain.

“I have to go. Miss, bill please,” I informed the waitress standing closely.

“You don’t have to pay for it. It’s my treat.”

“ Wala akong barya pamasahe kaya ako na lang magbabayad. Miss, iyong bill, pakibilisan.”

Lumapit iyong waitress sa amin.

“Ma’am kasi..”

“Ano?”

“Sir..” Humihingi pa siya ng tulong ah. Crush niya siguro itong barakudang ito. Barakuda naman talaga siya. Malaking tao, matipuno pero alam ko, malaking sakit din ang idududlot niya sa akin…

“Go back to work. I’ll settle this.” Tumalinama naman iyong babae.

“Ano bang problema mo?! Kanina ko pa gustong umuwi! Look, if you insist on paying for the paella, fine! It’s all yours, I’m going!” I stood up and headed straight to the door.

“Ata!”

Don’t turn around. Keep moving.

“Ouch!”

I looked up into the face of a man I hated since today. Now, we stared into each others’ eyes, me instinctively reaching for my weapon. There was no movement, no sound.

“Ata! Hey, are you fine?” Red was then infront of me holding my face as if I’ve just been bumped by a car.

“I’m alright. I really have to go,” I whispered.

“Bro, watch where you’re going! You fucking hurt my girl.” Red turned around and faced him, ready for a bloody fight.

“Metis?!”

“Red.”

What??!  

“Sir Red, nandito na po si Mr. Metis Soriano,” biglang pasok ng frontdesk agent tapos tumigil nang makita kaming lahat .

“Sir, iwan ko na po kayo.”

Eksenador itong Toby na to ah. Grabe, oo nga no. Mr. Soriano. Metis Soriano. Sa dinami-dami ba naman ng Soriano, maiisip mo bang si Metis iyon? But, how are they connected?

“Ata, can we talk? I’ve been looking for you for almost two hours. I would not forgive myself if something happened to you. Thanks God, you’re safe. I’m really sorry.”

“Not today,” I didn’t even look at him.

“I’ll go ahead.” I quickly said and decided to leave them.

“Wait,” they pleaded in unison.

“Ata, please. Let’s talk. I’m sorry. “Metis persisted, following me outside the hotel restaurant. I walked faster.

“Let’s start over again , please,” I stopped.

“Ata,”

“Don’t touch me ever again!” I shouted.

Red swiftly punched Metis in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and stunning him for a brief moment. The quick blow had opened Red up for another attack but Metis was too fast in putting a simple sidekick into Red’s stomach, doubling him over.  Metis followed that up with a quick rising uppercut. I did not know that Metis could fight. But this is too way too much!

“STOP! BOTH OF YOU! STOP RIGHT NOW.”

Red fell on the ground. His bottom lip was bleeding.

“Don’t touch my girl! Or else, I’m gonna fucking rip off your head!”

“You’re girl?! Stop dreaming bro. She’s mine!”

“Fool! I am not your property Metis!” He was dumbfounded.

“Leave us alone!” With that, he started to walk away, back hunched and head dropped. But why does it hurt? I wanted him to leave but why does it twinge me back? Is this really the end of our friendship?

I walked around and to Red. “Does it hurt?”  I asked, barely breathing, holding on to Red.

“It will only hurt if he hurts you. Let’s go,” Red said, slowly standing up. I felt him place his hand on the small of my back to lead us to the seashore. 

Once we were there, I breathed in deeply. I let the cool crisp air fill my lungs completely before slowly holding out the breath I did not realize I had been holding. The horizon is now sprinkled with tiny, gliterring stars. Moonlight danced off the waves, illuminating the water with silvery patches.

I heard Red’s sigh. I turned to him, watching the ocean breeze whipping his hair softly around the edges of his face. Even in the diminishing light, his brown eyes sparkled with the moonlight.
He met my gaze and smiled.

“You know what?” he asked.

“What?”

“ I love the beach. That’s why I decided to put up my business here. To feel at home. To feel like I belong. There’s something in the beach that comforts me, something that keeps me living, something that sparks my passion.”

“You own the hotel and restaurant? I thought...”

“ I followed my dream all right. Eventhough my parents did not approve it since they wanted me to become a doctor. What do you expect from a family of medical practitionerss? I became rebellious then eventually stopped Med school,  I traveled a lot and when I was in Singapore, I met Metis.”

“You are friends?”

“Were.”

“Huh?”

“He’s so nice. He was there when I was in the lowest moment of my life. He convinced me to pursue my dreams and he was one of the reasons why the hotel was built. He helped me a lot. And I am eternally grateful for that.  But.”

“But? What happened?”

Kurt didn’t reply for a long moment.

“You want to swim,” he inquired. “Let’s go,” he stated pulling my arm..

The water was so cold. My heart beats more rapidly when he slowly wrapped my fingers around mine. He ran his long skilled fingers through my hair. I bit my lip.

He scooped me up in his arms and began to move his face closer to mine. Now, his body was pressed against mine. And he looked into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. He touched my cheek softly. I touched his bleeding lip and trembled with this nagging feeling of anticipation. Carefully, he leaned over to kiss me. It was soft , calculating. I could taste blood, wine and cherries.  

He buried his face into my neck and breathed in, causing me to shiver. He took off his long sleeves revealing lots of tanned, toned skin with the sought-after abs. I nervously ran my hands across the panes of his chest, over his abdomen, and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer. He took my head between his hands and pulled it down into a fast, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and making it last for much longer than I thought I could go without breathing. I could already feel his manliness. And it’s huge. Again, he’s everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he’s kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I’ve never known before

“Wait, Red. This is too fast,” I forced myself to stop him .

“I really like you Ata. Since the day we met, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Don’t you feel the connection? I think the universe is conspiring for us to meet.” he murmured and moved closer and felt his exploring hands on my waist.

“But what happened between you and Metis?”

“Do we have to talk about him now?”

“I want to know.”

He looked at me and said slowly. “It happened one night in a hotel. We were drinking hard. Then he confessed. 

"Confessed what?"

"He’s gay.”