Again, it’s Sunday. I spent the whole day in front of the PC doing everything I can think of. I went online for more than 5 hours, been hoarding music from Limewire.. It’s fun!!! Hehehehehe. I developed a strong liking to Switchfoot band. I like their music, so if you happen to be reading this nonsense blog of mine I highly recommend that you give Switchfoot a try. I promise that it will be worth your time *wink* don’t forget to listen closely to the lyrics of their songs. My top favorites are: THIS IS YOUR LIFE, DARE YOU TO MOVE, MEANT TO LIVE, and ONLY HOPE. Thanks to Jay for introducing me to this kind of music. My second favorite is WIRES of Athlete. Hehehehhehehe. Though I know I can’t sing… yeah as in literally I cannot sing, I can never carry even a single tune, yet I downloaded all the lyrics of these favorite songs of mine and sing along at the top of my voice with my lungs on the verge of bursting. Hehehehehe. Here’s a portion of the song:

This is Your Life (Switchfoot)

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead

Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken

Don’t close your eyes,

don’t close your eyes

This is your life and today is all you’ve got now

Yeah, and today is all you’ll ever have

Don’t close your eyes

Don’t close your eyes

This is your life, are you who you want to be

This is your life, are you who you want to be

This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be

When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

Yesterday is a kid in the corner

Yesterday is dead and over

I just recently had a grand time reading the Prince of Tides. It’s a fat book and it took me 3 nights to finish it. It was the only thing that entertained me in the ship during our trip to Manila last month. So if you happen to take hold of this book read it and you’ll somehow relate to the characters and the lives they live. Well I guess there’s already a film for this novel but I haven’t seen it. A story of a mediocre man with a poet twin sister battling against insanity, an older brother fighting for his cause, a beautiful mother who lives in lies and make-believe, a shrimper father, and eccentric grandparents. Hehhehe. And of course I also had read a very thin book by Erich Seagal entitled Love Story hah… it’s quite boring at first but the end of the book made me cry non-stop, which was of course the cause of my puffy eyes the following morning.


Sometimes I do wonder if I am losing my zeal for my profession, I know I am not. Am I becoming an ineffective educator? I am far from perfect, but I take my work sincerely. I always bear in mind my accountability towards my students and that a fraction of their future depends on me. You will only understand the complexity of being an educator when you become one. Our work follows us even at home; after office hours supposedly spent with loved ones are used up in checking papers and preparing grades. Nights are ended with the thoughts of the lectures and activities for the next day, haunting us even in our dreams. Hehehe. And so when other people perceived us as relaxed individuals then maybe we should try trading places.

It’s Sunday and I am home relaxing and enjoying every minute of it. I have 101 things to do but I don’t have the heart to start working… never on a Sunday!!! I could never ever forget the story of the five balls from the book, SUZANNE’S DIARY FOR NICHOLAS written by James Patterson. The Story of five balls goes like this:

Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity. And you are keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls- family, health, friends, and integrity are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life.

The past weeks were action-packed. September 8, was the birthday of Mama Mary and on this day one of my prayers was answered… my heart is of course full of thanksgiving… Mama Mary had interceded again; she had given me a wonderful gift on her birthday. Thank You Mama Mary!!!

Sometimes I can’t understand why husbands hit their beloved wives. A person very close to my heart called up crying; her worthless, drunk, drugged husband had slapped and kicked her. She was crying non-stop but has no plans of leaving the bastard… hah, but on the second day when her adored husband threatened her again, she fled scurrying to the loving comfort of her parents’ home. But as expected she is now again back in the loving arms of the good-for-nothing husband…. Hah!!! It irks me… but I am praying that may the angels be always with her to protect her and that in Gods goodness and power may her husband be enlightened. (This is the second time that the bastard hit her)

We never really can tell what tomorrow brings; everyday that comes is a pure surprise. How life can be like walking in a high wire, where a tiny misstep would mean the end. But I would like to imagine that the high wire I am trudging has a safety net beneath, where I will be given another chance to walk again when I fall. Our world was a little bit shaken with Kuya Jomar’s news that Ate Gigi was undergoing surgery; her gall bladder was in the process of being removed because of gallstones. It was again a point in our lives when prayer was our only refuge. I admire my husband, for his very first reaction upon hearing the news was to take hold of the rosary and implored heavens for the success of Ate’s operation and indeed after almost 2 agonizing hours Ate was out of the operating room safe and sound with only trace of Band-Aids for her incisions. God is really good!!!

Today I am stuck here at home. I have been to the doctor earlier to seek relief from the misery of several restless nights because of a very persistent dry cough. After a week of trying every remedy to at least alleviate the agony of coughing uncontrollably … I’ve at last given up and sought the help of a Pulmonologist.

Being ill and sleepless is a pure torture. I just can’t begin to describe the anguish I have to go through every night… it feels like I am coughing my lungs out every 30 seconds, and the bouts of coughing will only stop when my body’s too dead tired to cough (hehehehhe) and it would be at about 3:00 to 4:00 in the morning, I can see the hand of the clock ticking every second away. I will then find refuge in my slumber only to be awakened again by a coughing fit, waking every sleepy nerve in my poor body. It is so frustrating and maddening that I have come to appreciate the value of good health.

And so after seven miserable nights, I finally found myself in front of a very good and kind Doctor who asked me series of questions, to help me out with my affliction. I was a little bit nervous since I am all alone, I am not feeling well and I realized that this would be the first time that I’m seeing a doctor without my mother around. Well the last time I’ve been to a doctor was about a decade ago, because of a very bad migraine. After the question and answer portion and with some poking and prodding with a stethoscope across my body the kind Doctor advised me to obtain an x-ray of my chest, since she's hearing a murmur in my back and she found a lymph node in my neck, which of course made me more panicky, with all the ghastly thoughts running across my mind. (Is it tuberculosis? Lung cancer? L) After some agonizing minutes the x-ray result came out… and the doctor pronounced that I am only suffering from bronchitis and I’ve got an extremely normal lungs. (PRAISE GOD!)

So here I am, taking some rest in front of the PC blogging my hours away. With the help of a strong dose of antibiotics, antitussive and anti-allergy I am in my way to a cough-free existence. Hehehehhehehehe.