Song 2

Day 02- A song that makes you get up and dance

b1

It’s Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance. I don’t know but this is just a feel good song, groovy , and awkward and will really make you dance. Sometime I caught myself just humming to this and whooaa there I was danciiiiing! Here’s my fave line:We were victims of the night,

The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.

Continue reading “Song 2”

Song 1

Primer: I wanted to go back to writing here on my blog. It’s been a long time since I last got lost in here. I feel I am a different person now (I am seriously doubting my ability to write since I have been immersed in academic writing for the past year) and this is the perfect time because I have a lot of time on my hands now. I am trying out this 30 Day Song Challenge I saw on Pinterest. So c’mon let’s have fun.

Day 01- A song you are listening to now.

h Continue reading “Song 1”

10-25-14

Disclaimer: This write-up is lifted from the poem of Kait Rokowski “A Good Day”.

IMG_20141025_174515

The past four days I’ve attended a conference,

got lost with statistics, but I met new people,

talked with the “big” names in the academe,

and sat with a pretty lady who finds my voice “conversant” in English (I was blushing when she said this).

Last night, I was looking for a dress to wear,

got frustrated so I pulled all my clothes out,

had a hard time choosing between black and brown,

I ended choosing the brown one.

And I learned a new way of wearing a scarf “kimono style”.

Today, I woke up late at around 9,

forgot to drink water after waking up,

I just lazed around, slept some more and read a book.

Got up to dress myself up,

I felt pretty.

I didn’t forget to buy my sister a paper lace for her cake,

went to the bank to withdraw,

walked down the street with my chin up and back straight,

rode a tryke and a bus and motorcycle.

I went to Pili to host an event,

looked for my mother (she was gorgeous in her dress).

She was delighted when she saw me finally there.

I showed up.

I didn’t do it for the church (maybe a little) but for my mother,

I hope I am being a good Christian for loving my mother more.

I was surprised seeing familiar faces,

old women I was with in our church,

it pains me seeing they’re all with grey hairs and wrinkled hands.

I hope to grow old with grace too just like them.

Old ladies kept on hugging me and kissing my cheek,

I felt smothered but I let them,

felt good seeing people seeing me again.

I went home,

rode again a bus,

bought food because I forgot to eat the whole day.

Adrenaline pumping made me survived the day.

I ate, felt full and tired,

called my sister to check whether mother and my nieces arrived safely (they did).

I fell asleep,

and when I woke up I was surprised with the quiet.

I can only hear the tapping of my keyboard, the swirling of the fan and my heartbeat.

The quiet feels good.

I talked to my boyfriend already and apologized for being silly,

I’m lucky to have him.

I would be scared if I lose him just because of pride and because I’m petty.

He virtually hugged me.

Today was a good day.

Yeah.

I showed up, and didn’t disappoint my mother,

went outside and run errands.

I boarded public transpo,

and now I’m writing again.

For a long time, I was plagued with anxiety,

I was constantly on edge and felt breaking,

I wasn’t able to do these simple things.

People thought I am lazy (maybe I am), or anti-social, or no fun,

but actually I was hiding.

Hiding because sometimes the fear seems so big and I can’t breathe.

But today, I did this little things.

Things, maybe for you sounds mundane and banal,

but for me they meant a lot.

I did something for my self today.

I’m proud of myself.

Bet my therapist will be proud of me too.

Ah, today was a good day.

Young Blood

Image

(c) google. com

This is part of my letter for grad school.

Competence, conscience, compassionate commitment to change and Christ-centeredness. These are the four profiles expected of every graduate possessing Ateneo Education. I, myself, have been taught and trained in this institution and I am proud of what I have achieved so far. Three years ago, right after my graduation in college, I have been given the opportunity to teach in Ateneo de Naga. I told myself this is my way of giving back to the institution that changed my life. This is very reason why I am planning to pursue further studies. What makes Ateneo different from other institutions is that not only students are expected to excel in their particular fields but also the pedagogues. 

For the past three years, I have been teaching two subjects alone. Every semester I am teaching the same thing over and over again.  As much as it gives me the satisfaction to teach my students about love, freedom, responsibility, inter-human and the likes still I feel inadequate. I feel that something is lacking. That I know in my self I can always give more.

Competence. I want to better myself. I want to be better equipped in this field I have ventured on. Philosophy has always been seductive for me. It makes my mind go into places I have never dared going into. It makes me want to reach the horizon, only to know that the horizon stretches and stretches on. I want to teach my students new things, I want to contribute to research in my field and I want to be more critical of the status quo. I want to make Philosophy relevant in our age. I believe the only way to do this is to first immerse myself once more in the rigorous environment of the academe.

Conscience. I was honest with my superiors when I told them that I was feeling inadequate. If I had not been honest I would short-change my students, I would short-change my community because I am not giving the best of myself. I would be lying if I say I am not pursuing a graduate degree for professional advancement because I am. But this is only secondary. I want to wake up every day knowing that I am doing something I love. I want to be worthy of being called a pedagogue.

Compassionate commitment to change. Cliché as it may sound but Gandhi once said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” It is a cliché because it works and it is true. How can I teach my students to have courage if I myself do not have the courage to go out of my comfort zones? How can I teach responsibility if I myself have been complacent about the things happening around me? Taking further studies and being in a new city is me taking courage and being responsible. Changing the world would be a lot, but changing the self is the easy part.

Lastly, Christ-centeredness. As Christ was once a teacher, I myself want to be true to this mission. Not everyone is called to be in the teaching ministry. It is a noble profession for a reason. If this my rightful place under the sun, if this the vocation the I am being called into, then gladly I would take its joys and pains as Christ did.

As an Atenean we were told to go where there is a greater calling. I am willing to follow where this may lead. I believe I have the focus, determination, drive, energy of the young and the heart to pursue whatever I want. And I don’t easily give up. But I also have some hesitations. Part of me is scared. It has been sometime since I last wrote papers for research subjects, I am afraid I need to be refreshed. Another is it will be a whole new city, a different world so I have to still myself. I only have to be firm with my resolve and be grounded to the reasons why. All these to be of better service to Others, for the greater glory of the Lord.

 

Sleepy Birthday

Your birthday and how our story started falling on the same day makes me more than happy. Remember that one random chat? Yes! And the “dear crush” posts after that? Haha!

To the man who makes me laugh hard and cry hard, who takes care of me when I’m sick, who wants me to take him out on dates but buys me dinner instead when I’m too lazy to go out, who watches Grey’s Anatomy and Suits and Game of Thrones just because I asked him to, who hugs  me even when he’s pissed at me, who listens when I rant, to the man who loves me “like the space between lightning and thunder” I probably don’t tell you this enough, but I am one lucky girl. I only have one wish that we’ll gonna celebrate more birthdays together. Happy birthday, mylabs! 🙂

Image

 

 

P.S. Bien, pasubli muna kang picture. 🙂