Exhilarating.

My love for the mountains started with Mt. Batulao four years ago. From then, I had climbed a few mountains and it had always brought me more urge to climb more mountains. Others find it weird that some people choose this hobby that get them tired, dirty, wet, at times, injured and wounded. Reaching the summit brings a great amount of joy and satisfaction. Every time I look back to my climbing experiences, it's really not the reaching the summit that's makes me excited-- it was how I got to reach the summit, surpassing all the obstacles, the steep path, the slippery, sandy sometimes muddy path, how I had found ways, the strength to stand against the strong winds, the grip in holding onto that rope as the only hope to get to the other side.-- --- truly, it's the climb :)


Mt. Batulao, 2/23/2014. 


If I can conquer a mountain, I feel like I can also conquer this adventure called life. 

NR-FRUS-INS-IND.

10:02 PM

Thursday pala ngayon. Wala kong pang #tbt.


Di pa talaga ko tapos sa mga dapat kong gawin pero naisip kong itigil na muna kasi ang sakit lang sa utak at sa puso.  Bukod sa anti-bullying policy-making collaborative work na ginagawa ngayon, kino-consolidate ko yung data about the kiddielets' Post Test Oral/Silent level of reading skills both in English and Filipino. Pwede na pala tong throwback kasi nung ginawa ko yung Pre-Test nung June, merong 2 boys and 2 girls na total non-reader, 3 girls at 3 boys na independent readers, the rest nahahati sa frustrated at instructional readers. Out of 51 kids.

Sa pagkakaintindi ko noon sa paliwanag samin, dahil nung binigay tong gawain na to, basta lang daw pabasahin ang mga kiddielets at i-fill out ang form na inabot, merong babasahin, isa sa Filipino, isa sa English. May 7 tanong kada set, 3 dun ay literal o nasa babasahin ang sagot, 4 naman ay comprehension question o mga sariling pagpapakahulugan sa mga bagay tungkol sa binasa.

Ang non-reader o tawag nga nila ay "bulag" ay walang pagkilala sa letra o sounds nito. Karaniwang, nakatitig lang sa papel, nakayuko o di kaya'y nakatingin sa mata mong tila nangungusap at humihingi ng saklolong iahon sya mula sa kumunoy ng kamangmangan. Nakakalungkot, pero meron nakakapag-grade three na ganun.

Hindi lang iilan, merong isang buong section na ganun. Di ko alam kung swerte bang maituturing, ang section na hawak ko dapat ay yung pinaka-last na section yung section na yun. Pero dahil iba yung kwartong nalinis ko nung bago magpasukan, minabuti nung Grade Chairman na pagpalitin na lang at ilagay ako sa klaseng hawak ko ngayon. Heterogenously mixed kids- may advanced talaga, may average at behind talaga. Hindi katulad nung isang section, halos lahat di talaga makabasa at puro pa mga batang lalake, iilan lang ang babae. Siguro ampayat ko ngayon kung sila ang students ko. Lol.

Ang isang bata ay considered na frustrated reader kapag nasasambit na nya ang sounds ng mga letters pero papantig at napakabagal magbasa. Wala rin maituturing na comprehension.

Sa instructional reader naman, katamtaman na ang bilis ng pagbabasa, masasagot din ang mga iilang literal questions tungkol sa binasa pero nahihirapan pang bigyan ng sariling kahulugan ang mga bagay na kaugnay sa binasa. Wala pang higher order thinking skills o HOTS. Kelangan pang i-rephrase ang tanong sa lower level para makasagot.

Independent reader, batang na-master na ang sounds, nakakapagbasa ng may tamang bilis, nakikilala ang mga bantas, at nasasagot ang mga tanong na kaugnay ng binasan, literal man or comprehension question.

Sa klase ko ngayon, wala ng non-reader, nakakatuwa nang isipin, pero di pa rin sapat. Sa level nila ngayon, they should be reading to learn at tapos na sa stage ng learning to read. Kaso nagsisimula pa lang sila. Sa susunod na taon, sana matutukan pa rin sila ng magiging bagong teacher nila. Yung dating NR, nasa Frustrated Level na. Ang layo pa sa dapat nilang level. Andami-dami pang dapat matutunan at pag-aralan. Isang buwan na lang. Di ko daw pala sila pwede i-bagsak, nakakabasa na kasi at merong mass promotion na nagaganap dahil sa mga pagbabago sa sistema, no one should be left behind daw. Even if mas kawawa sila sa susunod na baitang, no one should be left behind daw.

Makatulog na nga muna, paggising ko andun pa din yung trabaho. Biyernes na, gagayahin namin si Kuya Kim as weather reporter. Dahil ang buhay ay weder-weder lang.

10:45PM
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Somebody's Heartbreak

Gone are my Taylor Swift days. Welcome Hunter Hayes in my country music list.



Somebody's Heartbreak

I'd love to know just what you're thinkin'
Every little river, runnin' through your mind
You give and you take
You come and you go
You leave me here wonderin' if I'll ever know
How much you care or how much you don't
Whatever you need, whatever you want

If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
If you're gonna be somebody's mistake
If you're gonna be somebody's first time,
Somebody's last time, baby be mine
If you're lookin' to be somebody's 'just friends',
A little laughin', little lovin', never callin' again, that's just fine
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
Be mine, yeah
Oh, be mine

I guess that all I'm tryin' to tell ya
Is a minute with you is better than two without
Oh, I won't be a fool but I can't play it cool
So I'm playin' safe and I'm breakin' the rules
I'm wishin' I had what I know that you got
So if you're comin' my way then please don't stop

If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
If you're gonna be somebody's mistake
If you're gonna be somebody's first time,
Somebody's last time, baby be mine
If you're lookin' to be somebody's 'just friends',
A little laughin', little lovin', never callin' again, that's just fine
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
Be mine
Oh, woah
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
Or somebody's mistake
Somebody's first time, or their last time, baby be mine
If you're lookin' to be somebody's 'just friends',
A little laughin', little lovin', never callin' again, that's just fine
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
Be mine (If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak)
Be mine (If you're gonna be somebody's mistake)
Oh, I'll take my chances
If you're gonna be someone's heartbreak
If you're gonna be someone's mistake
Somebody's first time, somebody's last time
Be mine
Oh, be mine
Be mine
Baby, baby, baby, be mine, all mine
If you're gonna break someone's heart, yeah
Might as well, might as well be mine

The Hospital Bed

If you had watched Starting Over Again, you would know this scene:
Marco walks to a hospital room door bearing flowers in one hand. Comes inside and hands the flower to Ginny. Sits beside her, holds her hand and looks into her eyes. I can't remember the exact lines, but they are having their closure mpment. I want to google it but I don't have the energy. But let me write from what I remember.

That scene resembles that of how ex and I broke up. I was lying in a hospital bed, in a hospital gown and an IV bag connected to my right hand while he is sitting on the bedside.

Him, letting me go and me, really still lost and undecided. Just going with the flow. I admitted my mistake, asked for forgiveness which he gave and we mutually agreed to just end our two years of happy relationship. Happy, yes, it WAS a happy relationship until I got bored and screwed everything up.

In the movie, Ginny couldnt take the idea that Marco had became too happy and too contented with what life had been bringing him. He loves to cook but he said, he would only love to cook for people he loves.

Just like him, ex was so contented with how our lives were going on. Apart from being a Mama's boy which is something I had learned to live with, he seem to have no plans in the future at all. Or so I thought. Maybe I was wrong.

If there's one thing good I wish about our break up, it would be that I want to see the better version of him. Just like in the movie Ginny saying to Marco, "You are the Marco I had always wanted you to be." I am not sure if he is a better version now though. I don't have the courage yet and the right reason to know how he is and his current girlfriend are doing.

As for me, I'm way too far from what Ginny had become in the movie. But I hope to be as successful as she is in pursuing my plans. I just fear that I may have to give up love in exchange for that. Or maybe when I meet "love" in the future, I wish I can also say, "Your timing is just perfect."
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One book a month. Not bad.

I finished reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami after a month. That is already an achievement for me! The last novel I've read completely was Game of Thrones Book 2. Back then, reading a book is an addiction, now, it still is, but it's something that I cannot leisurely do anymore. I still read, however, the selections are mostly for school, tutorial, review and academic purposes. I still believe, I just have time management issues. I took time to read this one. Another thing I guess that helped me finished reading this book, is that it is in .epub format. I had it on my UB Reader App in tablet and I had access to it easily.


These are a few of the quotes from the book that I like, love and can relate to.......

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Anyway, my point is that it's really hard for people to live their lives alone.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

There's so much we have to remember it is a pain.

Once you're lost, you panic. You're in total despair, not knowing what to do. I hate it when that happens.

I feel a little bad about lying, but there's not much I can do about it. I've got to bend some rules myself if I want to survive.

There's no such thing as absolute.

In this whole wide world, the only person you can depend on is you.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.

We don't have a lot of time, so let me jump to the conclusion, if you don't mind. What you can do for me is kill me. Take my life, in other words.

Truthfully, I am sick and tired of this life. I've long lived a long time. I don't even remember how old I am.

First you fear me. Then you hate me. And finally you kill me.

Most choices we make in life are equally outrageous.

You can't look too far ahead. Do that and you'll lose sight of what you're doing and stumble. I'm not saying you should focus solely on details right in front of you, ,ind you. You've got to look ahead a bit or else you'll bump into something. You've got to follow the proper order and at the same time keep an eye out for what's ahead. That's critical, no matter what you're doing.

Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in, Mr. Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still. 

I don't care what you are. Whatever you are, I like you.

With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.

Strong and independent? I'm neither one. I'm just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not. 

For me, inside this physical body-- this defective container-- the most important job is surviving from one day to the next. It could be simple or very hard. It all depends on how you look at it.

Every object's in flux. The Earth, time concepts, love, life, faith, justice, evil-- they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like a some big FedEx box.

The people who build strong fences are the ones who survive the best.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

You were badly hurt and those scars will be with you forever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: It's not too late to recover. You're young, you're tough. You're adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift your head and move on. 

Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

There's still time. You can still get your self back. Use your head. Think about what you've got to do. You're no dunce. You should be able to figure it out.
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I started reading The Fault In Our Stars first week of February, and I'm still on Chapter 6.

A friend was kind enough to lend me a hardbound copy. I haven't cried yet. But I was warned not to read it in a public place, because, knowing me, I would cry. For now, I am still on the "kilig" parts. I plan to read it this weekend and hopefully, finish it.

One book a month. Not bad.

Love Call

On February 14, 2013, I got the phone call.

It was the second year of celebrating Valentine's Day this way by choice. Work ends at 6 am and I hurriedly popped two  pills that will take effect once I am home. I made no plans with anyone except my bed and work later that day. The commute going home was smooth and easy. After eating breakfast and cuddling my favorite cat, I went to bed.

My phone is usually on Silent Mode. But that day, deep in my heart, I had wished to receive at least one phone call, so I had put it on General Profile Mode and put it on top of the computer table.

Around 8 in the morning, with dark blankets spread on the window, the fan in full blast and me hugging my favorite dog stuff toy, I fell in deep slumber.

At 10 am, I was awaken by the ringing of my phone just right outside my room. But when I held it, it's already a missed call. It was from a familiar number so I texted and asked why but since the med is still in effect, I still feel sleepy and crept back in bed and slept.

I usually get up from bed during lunch time to catch up with the people at home. That missed call already forgotten. Anyway, if it's important they will call again.

While keeping myself busy with my stalking activities on facebook and other online activities, the phone rang again and saw that it's from a landline number this time. Thinking that it was just for checking if my phone is active, I ignored it, but it kept ringing so I answered it.

It was the girl who interviewed me. Asking how am I doing and other sorts of "kumustahan" lines. I said, I'm ok. Just woke up and about to go back to bed. She asked what are my plans moving forward. I said, "If ever you don't hire me, siguro dito muna ko sa current company ko and maybe next year na ko maghanap ng teaching position. Hindi pa meant to be." She laughed on the "meant to be" line.

Then she said "I am calling you today to inform you that you had been accepted." Then a group of people shouted "Congratulations!" at the background. Guess what? I cried. Hahaha...

So, it's been a year. This year will be about first year anniversaries of teaching experiences I had. This year, I celebrate the first year anniversary of my courageous move of going out my comfort zone and exploring the unknown and choosing to do what I love.

Who knows, maybe this year, I'll get that phone call. Not necessarily on February 14th but I hope it's another Love Call.