Sunday, June 30, 2013

Being True to Fake People

Hell, it is raining cats again. It reminds me of fake people pretty much like these raindrops. They are everywhere.

Nope, this is not the part two of the post about fake people that I wrote months back. Actually I am kind of apologetic for having that rant because it was not supposed to be that way. I am not saying I regret every word I said there. I realized that we cannot totally get better if we get even. The only way we can do is throw away the unworthy emotions and succeed at the moments that we're given. After all, nothing makes secret enemies go more bananas than know someone getting a happy life.

Fake. Masked. Wolf. Plastic. Backstabber. Whatever name we call them, here are just some bits of wisdom, not to put fake people down but to deal our life with caution from these kind of people.

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You have to expect a punch, have dirt thrown on you and brush it off, be tripped but stand up stronger than ever. 

You got nothing to lose. You don't lose when you lose fake friends.

Your life is the most exclusive event you’ll ever attend. Not everyone is meant to be on the red carpet beside you.

Be careful of those who pat you on the back. They might be looking for a soft spot to plant the knife.

Cut back on their time and spend it with your real friends

Another lesson learned. Better know your friends or else you'll get burned.

At times it's easiest to walk away instead of letting the memories and questions consume us. People change, memories won't. Time to let go of who already has.

It's funny how you can grow away from your friends, when just a few years ago they were the most important people in your life.

Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.

We're meant to spend a certain part of our lives with certain people and move on.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

What goes around comes around. That's what people say. So all the pain you caused will come back to you someday. 

An insincere friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

Sometimes growing up means growing A P A R T. 

Real friends are very special, but you have to be careful because sometimes you have a friend and you think they are made of rock, then suddenly you realize they're only made of sand.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful - a meaningful friend or a meaningful day.

Fake friends are like shadows: always near you at your brightest moments, but nowhere to be seen at your darkest hour. True friends are like stars, you don't always see them but they are always there.

Never turn your back on a friend; that's the best target.

There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Stupid Limericks and Foolish Thoughts

Just to shoot breeze of how this week has been...

As part of the tree growing fest tomorrow, we planted some of the trees in the difficult locations of the school today. We enjoyed a couple take of pictures until this fellow teacher posed on a dead bark of a tree in the knoll, and presto!

The pupils essayed a laughter
As their gravitationally challenged teacher
Fell like a burden into the slope,
So, next time I can only hope
One should never dive without water.

On the other side of things, it has always brought brief cardiac arrest everytime I hear accident in my class. Last day, it was noon break when someone reported that one of my pupils was physically hurt. Call it negligence, but no matter how much I set rules, children always break.

Mary had a playmate she didn't heed
That caused the toy to fly out of deed
And Mary's nose dripped with redness
A condition called epistaxis
But in simple word is nosebleed.

Life is a constant change, and such truth of life is one of the important lessons I learned this week. As a part of career movement, there will be a reshuffling of administrators in our division and our own school head is set to roll like a stone to another school.

A strong man set eyes to new spheres
And make inspiration on yesteryears
People behind must be emotional,
But one should be at least critical
And remember not all fluids are tears.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Another Film Review of Jose Rizal

It was Jose Rizal's birthday last 19th. Better late than never, as our own way of dealing this historical day, we watched the film entitled "Jose Rizal" today. Actually it was my second time; the first being part of the requirements in one of my college subjects years ago.

Just a few cents pointing out twists in this second film review.

In my college review, I really didn't like the way that the inorganic plot was employed in the film, most especially the reverts to novel metaphors. As I have reasoned out, it made the film vague and that the novel metaphors should be a separate plot to deal.

But now I really appreciate having Jose Rizal's novel protagonist Simon Ibarra in El Filibusterismo occasionally appear, because it was one good justification how deep was the patriotism of Jose Rizal, stemming from his personal inspiration to rise against the Spanish colonialism.

Another is that, having learned the sequence of Rizal's life and works back in college, I pride myself on being compulsive when it comes to the idea of life of Rizal. We had "Jose Rizal: Life, Works, and Writings of a Genius, Writer, Scientist, and National Hero" by Gregorio F. Zaide as the class bible in studying the subject and I was used to glean the bare bones of our national hero from it.

However, going beyond the reference material, I appreciate how the film depicted Rizal's cause even more clear through additional scenes - like the one with a native janitor who could be best classified as a literary "round character" who challenges Rizal's principles but ultimately brings the best of Rizal's thoughts on that purpose.

Furthermore, years back, I thought that the script of the film, especially that of lines of Rizal, were just all too bland. I enjoyed the Spanish pronunciations and accents but I really just forgot his words in the film before, not even leaving something intense psychological impact in myself.

Yet, this time, I like the how each line that Rizal threw was full of intense lessons and added a sense of humanity to myself while watching it. It seemed that every sentence he said encapsulated something meaningful that would make one get affected deep within, evaluating political and moral principles.

As a whole, the film is no plain old story. I have always proclaimed myself as a movie civilian, someone who has under appreciation of movies; but rather than an effect of viewing the film twice, I would love to assume that the positive twist on my second film review must have been due to my more mature "taste" nowadays. Oh, really, it must have been.

Anyways, belated happy 152nd birthday, Pepe!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Saved From San Juan Day

When we commuted back home this afternoon, a group of giggling youth was jamming in a circle beside the road and basking in a water wasting festivity. 

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Actually, it's "Araw ng San Juan" or "San Juan Day", a day that we would always remember not because it is a saving day when we take a break, but because it is a calamitous day when we expect a greater probability of getting wet, excluding the chance of a rainy weather.

The "festivity" if you want to call it that way, is being celebrated every June 24 in honor of the birth of Saint John, who was said to baptize Jesus Christ in the river. The feast is notably being held annually in San Juan City in Metro Manila, and all over the country.

Filipinos usually go out the streets early in the morning and form a crowd in a merry way. Aside from bringing pails and buckets, people also use water guns and hoses to squirt water to their fellows and even unsuspecting comers passing by the street.

The crazy group of youngsters this afternoon were teasing as we passed by, but we thankfully speeded up just before the bucket of water flew in the air to drench us.

Whew! Got wet today?

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Battle Is Not Yours

Have you been in trouble? 

This was the rhetoric question in the church mass this morning. Though we would not necessarily acknowledge the grim fact of life, we live in a world that is far from being trouble free.

The life of King Jehoshaphat is an admirable inspiration to glean when it comes to overcoming troubles of life. When he heard of the "vast of army" coming against him, he humbly turned to "resolve to inquire of the Lord" (2 Chronicles 20:2-3).

When we are faced with troubles, most of us seek help from people around like family and friends. Some of us keep it to ourselves and find means on our own ways. We fail to call God who has the ultimate key to everything.

How secured we are in the middle of troubles if we just bear in mind that we should "not be afraid or discouraged" and if we realize to ourselves the beautiful assurance that "the battle is not yours, but God's..." (2 Chronicles 20:15).

It is indeed true that if we do not see God behind every tall odd that we face in life, we feel weak. Many times we experience feeling helpless in times of troubles because we forget to acknowledge God every step of our way.

As such, today I wholly lift and entrust my life to God. Whenever I come to face difficulties, I will always remind myself to ask God above every one first. It is impossible for me to beat all these but I must be assured enough to know that I have a great God who can. 

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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Acrid and Mutton

The son of my new landlady asked me to help him on his assignment, and it proved that my mind is really getting rusty and dull. Am I suffering from memory failure this early and proving Ebinghaus' law of forgetting?

Okay, from now on, I will pin these two words that were haunting the catacombs of my mind for days until today when I decided to google it down.

ACRID - is the English translation for "mapakla" or a certain smell or taste associated with unripe fruit. I was thinking of words like arid and turgid, something that ends with -id sound, but my vocabulary proved really poor. What a word search.

MUTTON - is the right term for the sheep meat. What trivia I can recall most when talking about sheep is that a male sheep is a ram while a female sheep is an ewe. How can I forget it when I was eating the exact "mutton" at Bigby's last year?

Alright, time to add reading dictionary to my resolutions. 

And any more suggestion, friends?

Friday, June 7, 2013

And So I'm Back, What's Next?

Ten days passed without a word for this blog. A lot occurred in between.

First, I have been without internet for quiet a while. I had overdue payments or my contract with the network ended. I thought I'm gonna end last month with a bang since I was almost in the verge of blogging one post every single day towards the last week of the month. But alas, the internet connection failed.

Second, for good, I decided to stay near the school where I teach, without internet there. The burnout caused by travel and weather costed me to bear the mundane life in the countryside instead, and to say again that there is no internet over there.

A lot more has happened in between, and I'm glad to say, mostly nice things. And to say now that I am back, I will surely post them here when the pictures are soon available. The highlights so far include:

  • Attending workshop on the making of instructional materials. It lasted for three days, and it surely was something to learn a lot from.
  • Drawing hope that my passion in my career will last long, long. Classes opened this week, and I've been doing my best to religiously follow my lesson plans.
  • Exploring the yon far horizons outside my comfort zone. It's just so nice that after work my life tweaked a bit from staying up all noon in my bed to trekking new places and meeting different people. Thanks to my fellow teachers, I say.
  • Renewing my spiritual life, realizing that it's not cheesy to be religious at all. This sounds both funny and serious though but I must say my relationship with God is something I must work on further.

Change is the only thing that is constant in this world, but there's really no change of heart in this blog. In fact, I so missed it, and I am here to stay - constantly. Not bad I say. Hoping to blog what happens next.

And how are you, friends?