The perfect combination of chill and crazy — my brother Boji.
On your special day, I pray that God keeps you healthy, strong, able and capable. I also pray that He bestows upon you all of the things you desire that will be good for you. Sana maging masaya ka kung ano man ang ginagawa mo. Sana din kung maging malungkot ka man o magka-problema, alam mo na nandito lang si Ate para sa iyo. Alam natin pareho, mas Kuya ka pa nga sa akin madalas, at sobrang nagpapasalamat ako doon. Thank you for being MY brother, the person I can unload to whenever I get too much thoughts in my head and in need of a new, fresh, clearer perspective. Thank you for being that constant person in my life who I know will never let me down.
It’s almost 10 PM on a Sunday night and I really should be going to sleep, but I just finished re-watching “Prince Caspian” (because we ate at Pancake House last Friday, and there was a poster of the movie there) and it gave me all the scripturient feels, so here I am.
I was planning to post about a picture I found on Facebook, but I can’t seem to find it again, mostly because I am distracted by the posts I’m seeing.
Here’s the thing: ANG HIRAP PALA KAPAG YUNG “SECRET” CRUSH MO MAY SOMETHING NA GANAP AT WALA KANG WAY NA MALAMAN ABOUT IT WITHOUT REVEALING THE SECRET.
Snails! (This is my new go-to-curse word btw.)
Ugh. Di ko carry. I don’t even know if I’m going to post this.
Obviously, I will.
The thing is, I’m a believer. I want to believe. I like this feeling, of not knowing and getting giddy besides the fact. Which is ridiculous. I am almost 30. At this age, most of my classmates are either getting married or are expecting. Sure, it’s 2016; we don’t have to be traditional and all, but I WANT IT.
I want a traditional family. I want a steady, simple, serving life. And I want to believe and trust in God that whatever I am feeling right now, for this person — who I have to admit, I have not actually had a conversation with *YET* — means something.
Even at the risk of falling flat on my face.
There’s no emotion here apart from the giddiness to what could be possible. I think…
No, I know. So, if and when I find out what the hell is happening with this person I am crushing really hard on (for reasons unclear/ gut reasons), and it would most probably have nothing to do with me (kasi nga di ba, di pa kami talaga nagkakausap!), it won’t be the end of the world for me. I’ll be disappointed, I guess, but other than that, I’ll be fine. God’s got me.
The important part here is that I keep my mouth shut, because there are much, much worse things that can happen if my secret crush leaks. I know they know I have one. I don’t know just how smart or committed they are to finding out who. I don’t think they are, to be honest. I’ve tried to keep a low profile so far. The only way they’d know is if they read my poems after observing me during the Feast, but even then, I’d like to believe I have been very, very discreet.
I really need to go to sleep na.
Before I go, here’s my most latest Feast crush-inspired poem, as posted on FB:
Paano kaya magsisimula ang kwento natin? Sino kaya ang unang aamin? Saan kaya tayo nito dadalhin? Medyo nakakapagod na isipin
Kaya ako’y tatahimik na lang at mananalangin. Kung tama at totoo itong damdamin, Gagabayan tayo ng Panginoon natin Sa taong ating tunay na iibigin.
And the picture I was planning to write about:
HERE’S TO A BLESSED WEEK. CAN’T WAIT FOR VACATION!
Classes were suspended today, and I got to sleep in after three straight days of waking up at 4AM! WOOHOO!
But now, I am faced with a dilemma:
Do I do what (I think) I need to do or do I do what (I think) I want to do?
Right now, writing this, it’s pretty obvious that I am doing the latter, and I’ll justify that decision by pointing out that classes i.e. work were suspended, which means I do have the day to… just be.
Anyway, I’ve been going through my blog, and I honestly don’t know what I want to do about it.
A part of me have already resigned that my blog is for me: an online repository of my thoughts and feelings, and a sort-of chronicler of my life. If one day, someone gets interested of, well, me, then they have a reference.
Still, another part of me wishes I could use my writing, the one thing I know I can do without any doubt whatsoever, for others.
And yet, another part of me feels a bit… lame. I have all these plans and “goals”, but I don’t really see a way of achieving them any time soon.
Basically, I’m making myself get a headache over something that is, really, not so important, mostly because I’m holding off doing what I need to.
Which, in retrospect, is really the true problem.
I think it’s high time for me to make a list and center myself.
Here are my before and after shots of the MIBF 2016.
So I promised I would go back and I did, only this time, I dragged my mom with me because… reasons.
(Might get into that… later).
Anyway, the morning of the fair, mother and I attended a Jewels event that took mostly the whole morning. We learned about laughter yoga and got to listen to a very uplifting talk about a woman’s self-esteem. Over-all, the day started very well.
But the highlight of my weekend was the fair that I have been waiting since last year. I saved up money to bring with me because last year, apart from getting there on the very last day, I didn’t really have the moolah to use on any of the books.
The experience this year was better in the sense that I got to hoard a bunch and didn’t even go beyond my budget, thanks to the discount Fullybooked had.
Still, I took note of some learnings, like:
1. Come early or late, but never in between. Last year, Agnes and I were SOOOO late, some of the book stands had already closed, but that’s fine because I don’t really go to the fair for those kinds of books. I go for the fiction ones, and Fullybooked is definitely a staple go-to. Next year, I plan to come early so as to avoid the long lines and the (ugh) crowds.
2. Wear comfy shoes. Especially if I go solo next year, since I’m pretty sure I’ll end up waiting in line for the most part. This year, with mom in tow, I got to go around and get my hoard, while she stayed in line for me. It all worked well in the end, though she kept complaining her feet hurt. Mine too. So wear comfy shoes. Better yet, wear comfy everything.
3. Eat before going in. Pretty self-explanatory.
4. Research books to look for. Most of the ones I bought, I’ve had my eye on before the fair. I really wanted to get my set of HP books, which is going to be my number one priority next year. Hopefully, they’d give it a discount as well. I want to keep my set for my future children and/or nieces and nephews. It’s a good investment, from a book lover’s point of view.
5. Save up. The money I had was good and I didn’t overspend (there) but any extras would be great since I am only ever in MOA a couple of times a year, and next year, maybe I can go around the place (even though crowds scare the sh*t out of me) and get to have some adventure outside of the fair.
So far, I’ve read one of the books I’ve bought and have started reading another that I bought outside of the fair but in the Fullybooked Katipunan branch (they went on an anniversary sale).
I need to get to work on my lesson plans now, so I can get my life back on track and not be guilty about it.
I can’t believe I managed a whole month (September) without writing or even visiting you! My last post was a pre-birthday greeting! So much has happened since…
I am so sorry, blog of mine. Life… just took over.
Well, I got myself a dream journal for my birthday, and that pretty much helped ground me the way you used to. Work’s also been hectic.
But today, I took a mental health day. Well, that and the fact that I had such a difficult time getting a ride to work, which is why I am at home instead of in school. A part of me feels guilty, but for the most part, I choose to believe that everything happens for a reason.
(I made up an excuse that I tripped and sprained my left foot, which is half a lie because I really DID trip my foot, but after tripping on it as many times as I have had in the last three years, I think the bump it has is already permanent. I can still walk on it, but it has started to bother me some; I think it’s my brain though, being fooled by my very own *white* lie.)
Anyway, I’m giving myself a couple of hours to update you with my life so far:
I’m glad to report that my home life is going on smoothly. Mom and I have not been in an argument, and my writing that doesn’t make me worry about jinxing our peace. Whatever issues or problems we may have had is in the past; I’m glad my mom’s here with me, and that I get to share stories about my day-to-day with her. As for my brother, well, I know he has been trying to make time for us to have some bonding sessions. It’s his birth month now, and I still don’t know what I’ll give him for his 26th birthday. Something he’ll enjoy but still within my budget probably. Over-all, home life is smooth.
It’s the friends part that is a little shaky. I guess this is one of the reasons I didn’t want to update you that much. Pami and Jhay… are I don’t knows. I’m not sure about them anymore. They’ve left, I guess. Or I closed the door behind them. Maybe one day, I can write more clearly about it. Right now, I don’t want to spend the morning bawling over what’s gone. So let’s leave it at that.
Good thing that on the work front, I am A-OK. It’s like I went through a 360-degree turnaround, being so unhappy this time last year in AC and now enjoying the chaotic life in MIIS. It’s also a great plus that my co-workers, particularly my batch mates/ fellow new teachers, are awesome. I’ve gotten into a routine with five of them; we all carpool in Kaira’s car after work. They become my support group of sorts. The fact that I’m the oldest in that group also helps; I can now sound like a know-it-all without having to pretend, because I sort of do know-some-of-it, with my seven years of teaching experience. I am extremely grateful, overall.
Still, the best, best part of my life right now is my spiritual life. I’ve been actively attending The Feast every Sunday, and have started contributing for the bulletin as well as serving for the Singles Ministry chorus every 3rd Sunday of the month. Seriously, the whole experience of praise and worship is a totally different kind of addictive high. For everything/ one that I may have lost this year, I have gained something greater, better and ultimately life improving. It’s The Feast that rejuvenates me, refills my Love Tank, keeps me sane and helps me focus on the good and the light.
Which is a good thing, considering that I have *temporarily* stopped my work-out regimen. I know, I know. I’ve thrown all the progress I’ve started this summer out the window, because I wasn’t consistent and I didn’t stick to the plan. But I’ve learned a long time ago that berating myself for failing is never a good way to get myself back on track. I’ll give myself time. Discipline is something I still need to learn, even now at 28.
Whew! I am 28. In two years time, I’ll be 30. Gad. I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a calm, collected mode, but the idea of turning 30 in a couple of years isn’t making me insane with anxiety right now. Maybe later. Or maybe, I have matured in the last month and it longer bothers me at all. Because really, it’s just a number. My fears and doubts about my self and my future are just negative thoughts; I’d rather celebrate the positive present.
POSITIVE POSSIBILITIES AND PLANS
I still hope for the possibilities though:
I want to take my Masters in the Ateneo.
I want to travel the Philippines.
I want to swim with the jellyfish in Palau.
I want to learn to cook, garden, bake and do domestic work without hating it.
I want to start a small business that’s related to my interests.
I want to invest in the stock exchange so I can have a passive income.
I want to sing, to dance, to write for Lord.
I want to serve God through others.
By the way, that’s my life’s mission statement. I’ve recently gotten it and I honestly think it’s what has helped me overcome… everything.
So that’s my life in a capsule, so far. I don’t want to promise anything I can’t uphold, especially to myself. I’ll keep this blog up, for as long as I can, but I don’t know if I can update it as much as I used to. I’ll try my best though.
God knows blogging has always been a way for me to get through the messiness in my head. It’s a gift I do not want to take for granted and waste.
More than just the blessing of the mass, and the talk, there was one answered prayer that was given to me even though I didn’t really ask for it out loud.
And I have to write it in all caps because the feeling is just too intense not to do so.
MY CRUSH SAT BESIDE ME AND WE GOT TO HOLD HANDS SO MANY TIMES I LOST COUNT AND HIS HANDS ARE THE PERFECT FIT TO MINE AND HIS GRIP WAS STRONG AND I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’M SMILING RIGHT NOW AT JUST THE THOUGHT THAT WHEN ONE OF THE WORSHIP LEADERS ASKED THE PEOPLE FROM THE BACK TO MOVE CLOSER TO THE STAGE AND THEN HE WAS SUDDENLY BESIDE ME AND THE GIRL HE WAS SITTING WITH BEFORE THEY MOVED SAT ON MY RIGHT SO HE SAT ON MY LEFT SIDE AND HE’S SHOULDERS WERE SO BROAD AND I WAS A LITTLE TALLER THAN HIM BECAUSE I WAS WEARING MY HEELS BUT YEAH THAT’S FINE BECAUSE I LIKE SHORT GUYS AND SERIOUSLY I CAN’T.
I’m not even going to let myself edit that whole thing.
Seriously, though, this guy was the first and only person in The Feast that made an impression on me. Okay. I am attracted to him. I don’t know why precisely, but I am excited to get to know him better. I’m not going to do anything rash though. I know perfectly well how easy it is to crash and burn. I’ve learned from those experiences. I know that I may be projecting my attraction to him, when I think I feel him looking at me or that when our eyes meet, his are sparkling. Ugh. Even writing it makes me a bit annoyed at myself for sounding so cheesy. Still, I’m grateful that I am able to find someone attractive again. IT HAS BEEN SOOOO FREAKING LONG. (Yes, it’s in all caps again, because it has been an intense amount of time — FOUR FREAKING YEARS!)
I don’t know if he’s single or dating anyone. I don’t even know if he likes me that way. I don’t know anything about him apart from that he’s a guidance counselor in a school near his house (and I know his house because that was where I first saw him, in the first CG I attended four months ago). I also know he’s looking for a girlfriend, because one of my current co-teachers and closest work friend used to work with him in a different school. Yep, we live in a very small world, where people we both know, know us.
I am praying that in the next CG, God will bring us to the same light group. If that happens, I’ll take that as a sign that my crush/ attraction on him is a good thing, for me. If it doesn’t, then, I’ll keep mum about this whole thing and not bring it up anymore. Unless something unexpected like this happens… which I sure hope it does, because really, I want love in my life. I want to be love and I want to love. I think I am ready for it. I am hoping I am. The only way to know for sure is to risk it. And I am willing to do it.
First, let me say sorry for not updating you as I should have. We’re already two weeks in to August — our favorite month of the year — and my last update was in July.
Truth be told, I have not been feeling the need to put thoughts into paper for quite some time now. I think it’s a combination of the many good things happening in my life now. My answered prayers. But since I am up at 5:40 AM on a very rainy Saturday morning, I figured this is the best time to update you.
Now, we are a week away from my 28th birthday, and your 1st anniversary. My! How time went by so fast?! Or maybe not. It was a long, difficult, challenging journey that led to this moment, and as tough as I had gotten, I wouldn’t change anything. Everything happened for a reason. Everything eventually fell into their proper places. Sure, there are still a number of things that needs to be worked on, but I am willing to do the work, because I am 100% that at the end, all will be well.
But I am getting way ahead of myself. Perhaps a list would be bettter.
My Answered Prayers
My colds dissipated BEFORE the wetter part of the year came. It would have been more difficult to self-medicate had it not. Also, I wouldn’t be happy on my birthday if I still couldn’t use my taste buds.
My advisory class, 4A, is just adorable. I got lucky with this one! And to think I was actually hoping to get 4B because then it’ll be Bee in 4B and 4A to Zia! Six weeks into teaching and getting to know the kids, and I know I got the luck of draw! Let’s just say that in 4A, I get to hear myself think, and as a teacher, that’s precious.
I am financially-calm. It’s a new thing I’m starting to appreciate. For a long time, I’ve been aiming to be financially-secured. But that doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time, work and discipline. I have no problem with those, though the latter also needs work in itself. Still, it’s great that I don’t have to worry about money.
I have no worries. This is partly because I found a secure job in a workplace I truly love, and mostly because I have surrendered it all to Him.
I found my happy place in The Feast. Been regularly attending since April. The only time I missed a session was when I attended the Singles’ Team Building, and even then, I managed to attend the Saturday session.
I have began serving in The Feast: through the bulletin (here and here) and in the chorus for the Singles’ Session last Sunday. It was an awesome experience! I love singing worship songs. I always feel much more closer to God when I do.
I’ve met some very interesting, good people in the ministry and at school.
I have a crush in the ministry! *kilig*
My batchmates at work – KAIRA, BECCA, SARAH, ELSIE, JAHZ, PORTIA, CHAMP, JAS, Ms. TERE, Ms. AI and TOM – are the best batchmates ever!
My other co-teachers in the LMS – T. ZIA, T. ISA, T. EYDDIE, T. GIA, T. NIKKI, T. MEG, T. KAT, T. YVETTE, T. MINNIE, T. EMZ, T. ANNA, T. LYN and T. CHILL – are the also the best “seasoned” co-teachers I’ve ever met. How so? Well, they’re open to explaining things to any of the new teachers who asks, in a friendly, I-want-you-to-understand-without-being-condescending way. They’ve included us and made us part of the community. Best of all: they don’t pith us against each other, because seriously, why would they? It’s not a competition!
I honestly think I’ve found lasting friendships with a couple of my co-teachers.
My working relationship with Zia (my partner in Grade 4) is smooth-sailing. I am still praying for the day we can actually be friends, rather than just friendly. I know it’ll happen; good things just take time.
I get to carpool to home from school with my batchmates through Kaira’s car. We’ve agreed to just pay for part of her gas money, which is a bit more than what I would spend if I commuted home, but it’s all worth it. Traffic in Katipunan is hellish. Besides, I like the company.
I’m done with my scheduled observations! I managed to get the first slots ahead of time, and now I don’t have to think about any impending visits from both my coordinators.
As usual, I am enjoying teaching English, but even more so now that I get to teach the literature part as well.
Teaching Social Studies in Grade 4 (which currently focuses on Geography) is just awesome! To be honest, I am enjoying it even more than when I teach English! Who would have thought, right?
I have PBJ. Seriously, what else can I ask for? #fiveyearsandcounting
I have Twenty. She’s been sleeping more than her usual, but I guess that’s part of being an adult cat. She remains to be as catty and as sassy as before. I still want to get her checked-up on soon, just to be secure.
My blog is a year old! I’m so amazed that it’s been a year already, and at the same time, I am just feeling grateful. Through all the difficult times, I got to express, chronicle and put into order my thoughts and feelings in this blog. From my very first post to now, writing in this blog has always left me feeling better, lighter, happier. I may get too busy/ lazy to update you as frequently as I used to in my previous blogs, but I will always, always come back to you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US BLOG!
I’m now having an internal debate on whether I should read my birthday letter to 28 y/o me now, a week before I turn 28, or delay it for next week and write the 27 things that happened on my 27th year…
It’s 5 in the morning and Twenty had just woken me up, after relentlessly patting (?) on my face with her clawed paws (she didn’t use her claws though, and I was afraid she might because I kept on turning away from her, with my kumot on my face, but I guess she was really hungry as she wouldn’t stop until I got out of bed and put some of her cat food pellets on her food container).
I left her outside the house for a while, as I plan to go back to sleep since it is Saturday. Usually, when I’m up, I’m up, but I’m taking this day off because I’m sporting a cold and a really dry cough. It’s annoying really, but what can you do. The epidemic has running rampant at school. I caught it even after I made myself eat a whole orange by my self (I’m still learning how to peel it properly LOL) and an apple, and kept away from the faculty room if I could.
It still got to me, and now I just want to rest, drink water, and be able to breathe through my nose again. Oh, and to get my taste buds back, because seriously, eating has become more of a task now, solely to satisfy my grumbling stomach.
I’m hoping by the end of the day or until tomorrow morning, this colds/ cough would dissipate and I’ll be good to go on Monday. I can’t afford nor do I want to be absent; I’m really enjoying myself at school. The chaos, the demands, the work ethics, the community culture, the upper-middle class atmosphere, the English-speaking kids, the fun faculty, the work. These are all pretty much what I asked for, and beyond.
Since I’ve mentioned school already, let me just keep this blog updated with the goings on and highlights of this week:
Monday, July 11, 2016 Officially the start of the MI Pride Week, and we were all to show our support for our favorite teams by sporting jerseys to school. I wore my brother’s white GIlas shirt because (1) I’m not very sports-minded per se, and (2) if I were to be sports-minded, I think supporting the Philippine basketball team would be a good way to start.
Now, this day was, in my whole professional teaching life, one of the craziest, most energy draining days EVER. It has something to do with the fact that school started on July 4 (class orientation) and then we had July 5 (subject orientation). The 6th was a holiday, in respect to our Muslim brothers and sister who were celebrating the end of Ramadan. On the 7th, we were to start our lessons, but I didn’t get to finish the subject orientation so that had to be continued. I was hoping to begin the next day, but classes were suspended. (QC announced first, and I learned it around 4:30ish AM. I still had to do some work though, as it was the first time for me to do and send out the weekly progress reports).
With all that happening the week before, I think a lot of us lost our footing some where along the way. On my part, the papers I needed where first left out for photocopying (I don’t know why, since I passed them on time), and then they was an error in the printing (the paper I needed to have more copies had less, while the ones I needed to be less, were so much).
This was the day I started thinking of MI teachers being like ducks. See, ducks are known for their gracefulness in floating above the lake or river. Everyone sees them sitting on the water, looking so calm and at peace. But underneath that water, they are working hard, their big feet going up and down the water so they’ll float. Pretty much like us in MI.
No one can say we’re getting stressed out. At least I don’t think so. So despite the fact that it was the craziest manic Monday I’ve ever had in my whole teaching career (so far, I should say), I got through it, and I credit the people around me. Not once did I hear anyone say anything negative or unmotivating. Everyone was just pushing on doing the work. It’s awesome to behold, really.
Oh, and on the same day, there was a such a heavy traffic in Katipunan (as always) so I had to walk from school to almost at Riverbanks with two other co-teachers. Best way to end a crazy day.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016 Compared to the day before, this day was relatively calmer. Highlight of the day (and possibly of the week) was when my class, the 4A, got to visit the MI Kiosks and play the different games and activities the Council of Leaders prepared. We were the first class to go there so it was great. I got to take tons of pictures, and I even got to play Pinoy Henyo at the Word Smart booth against one of my students.
After work, the five original Marikina-bound group were reunited. Four of us got to go have dinner at McDo in Bayan, and we started talking about being a single teacher. This is a topic I’ve spent months mulling about last year, but right now, I have no time or desire to do so. Still, it felt really great that I got to talk about my, er, romantic history to others and not feel a pang of regret or longing. I’m just happy.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016 I honestly can’t remember anything on this day because the next day was more exciting.
*EDIT* I just remembered: this day was United Colors of MI and my class all dressed up as pirates! I can’t believe I forgot. *sign of aging ugh*
We did eat out again, this time at KFC in Katipunan. So much for wanting to save up, right? But whatever. I deserve it.
Thursday, July 14, 2016 I had so much plans for this day, and it all went down the drain. First, I don’t skip breakfast partly because I consider it the most important meal of the day, but mostly because I don’t get to eat at lunch when the kids are still in school. But this day, I wanted to buy food outside of school. I figured I had vacant period after homeroom and I can check out Shoppersville Supermarket near our school.
But disaster struck. When I got to school, and as I was walking on the over-pass connecting Miriam College to the other side, I saw the fire trucks and dark smoke coming from Shoppersville.
It didn’t register to me (probably because I was starting to get hungry) that there was fire. I quickly walked to the school, only to find it bare of people. I figured maybe it’s because it’s still early.
Turns out the fire started early in the morning and the school have suspended the classes as the smoke was still over our building.
The faculty in the LMS were then asked to evacuate to the Upper School and we had no choice but to walk through the back and pass by the gas station beside the burning supermarket. It was scary. I think this was when I started feeling difficulty to breathe, followed by getting too cold when inside the multi-purpose hall we were asked to stay in.
Later, when the coast was clear, we got to go back. I didn’t really want to, but what can you do. I didn’t finish anything at work that day, but I still consider the whole fiasco a blessing in disguise. If I had classes that day, I would have been worse on Friday. Also, the fact that it happened early in the morning, when the kids were still at home, was a silver lining. (Although I know some people have conspiracy theories about the whole incident, even the ten-year olds in my class).
Fortunately, I got home safe at the end of the day, and there was no heavy traffic *anymore* (I’m pretty sure there was for most of the day, with all those fire trucks around!)
Oh, and I slept late that night, as I had to finish up two required documents, which I did (despite the fact that my colds were worsening). *patting myself at the back*
Friday, July 15, 2016 My primary motivation for the day was the fact that it was pay day. Just the idea that I’ll get my salary today was enough to make me push through.
Also, I have to say, I really like my kids. They’re all very smart, very assertive, very good speakers. I just need to help some of them. But at this level (Grade 4) with what I’ve seen them do (answer why questions with confidence, for one), they’re pretty much ahead of most kids I know, both at their level and some who are already in high school. It does help that we keep our class size really small. I handle 20, while the other class has 19. In a regular school, 39 is probably the smallest class size, ironically.
Since the whole MI Pride Week schedule was messed up by the unexpected class suspension the day before (and they were actually trying to avoid this, which is partly why they asked to be excused from the NAT, but what can you do, right?), they’ve decided to reschedule the last event for the week to next Friday. This gives us four more days to practice our cheer. I have to say, I’m not looking forward to hearing the cheer, no matter how upbeat it is, over and over next Friday. Still, I’m excited to practice with my Grade 4. My partner Zia has taken over for the most part, but I’m going to contribute also. Which is why I need to be better by Monday.
Which leads us to today. Saturday. Typically, I’ll spend this day working. And I probably still will. But for the most part, I’m planning to sleep. I need sleep. I think it’s because I lack sleep that I caught the colds very quickly.
For now though, I’m going to get some thing to eat for breakfast as my stomach is grumbling for attention. Taste buds, I miss you.
Prepare my baon/ dinner for the week every Sunday so I can manage my expenses
Finish my first quarter requirements (lesson plans, activity sheets, etc.) in English before the end of the month.
Update this blog at least once a week.
It’s been (almost) a week since July started and the new school year is on full swing. We had our Parents’ Orientation last Saturday, and then I went solo to The Feast on Sunday. We welcomed the kids on Monday and yesterday, we had our subject orientation. The original plan was to start the lessons tomorrow, but I am not yet done with the orientation so I’ll adjust it, most likely to Monday. I really need to budget my lessons today, but I’m too lazy and uninterested in doing that. All I want is to watch OINTB S4.
Still, I need to update this blog re: my three things for June. Got 2/3. I didn’t get to “carve out time” to work out partly because I was tired when I got home but mostly because I didn’t feel it was necessary, since I still walked home (more often than not) and I’ve started eating more fruits and vegetables, so… I’ll see if I can still squeeze in time to jog, because I miss it, but for now, with my feet still tired, I just want to see Piper and the rest of the bad b*tches of Litchfield.