Moving On, one day at a time

It's been lightyears ago since I last posted any thing, I don't know where to start. A lot has happened since...

I lost..
- Cuchi's firstborn to the reaper (by undue neglect which will forever haunt my waking  days),
- a great deal of power (and influence) and with it leeches clothed in dog's ( being my non-human best friend) clothing,
- almost all hope in the power of love for conciliation
- the one I set aside my all in all for and should forget (yet can't help thinking about until now :( which is really sad, not to mention, pathetic),

This doesn't mean that this year has been bad for me in its entireity. Despite what the stars have predicted for tiger-born arieses
- I got into Senior High and consequently went through a lot of firsts to fill voluminous pages had I the drive to write all my thoughts,
- Benefited from the much delayed pension plan payment when the new job's salary arrived three months late,
- Sworn to blend in but couldn't help from being noticed by just being myself, both as a student and as a teacher,
- Enjoyed an F1 weekend at Singapore and watched the race up close for free (on top of being saved by Bumblebee from the clutches of the evil decepticons),
- Showered with earthly stuff I planned on buying myself (a pair of Scholl loafers from Hentjie, a Kipling backpack from Jen2, trip to Cebu from Mae, Ipanema slippers from sis...whoa!),
- remained and will remain the hopeless romantic that I am.

God has been good (as he has always been). My triumphs have far outweighed my miseries ( most of which are self- inflicted).

My Best Self

I do not wish to be popular.
I do not mince words and that makes a lot of people uncomfortable. Oftentimes, I nag to a fault and that is not a good thing to be remembered for. All I want is to be the teacher that students will tell their circle to be the most inspiring, if not the coolest.
Back then, when I asked what I wanted to take up in college, I have no ready answer. Mother suggested that I take up education and follow after her steps while father hammered in my head that I woukd make a good engineer. The university entrance test decided for me though when I got into a quota course (which made me eat a lot of humble pie):
On my first "real" job, I started out as a regular associate engineer and rose up to be ome a training coordinator. On my second job. I was hired as a technical support associate yet reassigned as a subject matter expert sent out to train new hires in other business sites. On my third job, I took on the role as a registrar who had to take on teaching assignments. This paatern of ending up in the training pool in any industry I have been exposed to led me to believe that I must have been called to teach.
Of the basic currencies of life. a pat on the back is enough to
propel me to do great things. I left a career full of promise for travel and comfort  for a job that pays a lot less than what I used to earn for  a life in the company of people I cherish.
Six years in the academe (TVI), sharing my state university education to the grassroots is a reward in itself. Receiving notes of gratitude for the rod of correction, for the rigid discipline, for issuing the challenge to dream and to live that dream, will feed  the fire that burns within to continue. 

Home Visitation

I can't understand why I am even doing this when it goes against everything that I believed in. Just how far  can one go in changing what a person should think or do? My motives were not heroic but proudly not motivated by money. I was out to prove a point, that which is secondary only to my other motive.

Wanting to do it is one thing. Finding the time to do it is a completely different thing. Between school and graduate school, with their voluminous documentary requirement in almost equal proportions, I was not able to buy dog food for this month. That is a very alarming indicator that I don't have a "life" anymore.

Instead of a fourth meeting, our teacher in Evaluation and Assessment gave us three projects to work on (which I have set aside in the meantime). That was the break that I was waiting for; a lull in the schedule in which to inject a little diversion.

Since I switched off the alarm on weekends, I woke up with the sun gloriously hung above the eastern skies already. As usual I only had coffee and banana, planning to buy a bottled water on the way to my first stop.

Unlike last time, the canes now are about two feet tall, the road to Framar did not feel as intimidating as they had been a few months back. The road was dry, some of the stones as big as one's buns are loosened from the ground it was  a little bit tricky trying to maneuver around or on them. I survived with little knowledge that that will be the shortest leg of my day's travel.

For the day, I circumnavigated Villa Caridad- Yungque-Hda. Framar-Brgy. Batuan LC- Brgy. Batuan SE, Brgy. Guintorilan- Sibucao Highway- Uriarte Subd- Villa Caridad. Fine Sunday!