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.