A Thousand Splendid Suns

It was 2 in the morning when i finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns. My heart sunk upon learning that Mariam had to be executed in the end. I couldn't help but shed a tear or two. It may be a fictional book but somewhere in this world a similar thing could have happen to someone. Is it her fault to be born a 'harami'? Is it her fault to defend Laila at the expense of killing Rasheed? Is Jalil worth her forgiveness? Does she have to suffer from the start until the end?
Sad stories make good books...but do sad stories make good life too?

Attitude Problems

Last Thursday, my student's mom called up because her daughter was absent for her summer class session. It happened 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when she explained about her daughter's ballet class sched over the phone and asked to pick-up the worksheets so her little girl could work her lessons at home. The school policy does not allow to send the worksheets out. I told her that her daughter can work out her lessons the next day and that we would cover up another 1 hour. The mother demanded EXPLANATIONS why the school does not allow such and put down while I was still explaining.

I didn't expect somebody could actually do such- not from an educated person...but GEEZ! she has an attitude!

She still had the face to show up to me and asked considerations for her daughter.

Of FRIENDS and FOES

Friends can MAKE or BREAK you.

Killing Boredom

Summer is here! No school papers, no students, no lesson plans, and no work! It feels a great relief at first, but as empty days come and go everything turns from colorful to black and white. Staying at home kills me. I hate to just sit around in my room, do household chores everyday, most of all I loathe the petty tasks being instructed to me.
I love it when I am at my workplace. I do my job, I help clean my classroom, I teach and chat with my students, and I get to hear my co-teachers' point of view on different matters.
If there is nothing to do aside from washing the dishes and cooking I face my laptop. If my eyes get sore of facing my laptop I sleep or take a nap. If sleeping and napping bore me I read E-books saved in my handphone. If the novel is taking a slow-mo pace I play with my cats and dogs. If my cats and dogs are preoccupied with matters that concern them I am on my own again! I do not know what to do now. I'm bored of boredom.
Anything you can suggest my friends?

Love Online

Warning: This is a very CORNY story about myself. So if it happens that you do not like foolish love stories, this is NOT for you.

We started out as chatmates way back in 2008. Clicking the keys seemed to be pretty normal. We exchanged quotes, poems, points of view of famous people. Soon enough, songs and pics found there way into each others' e-mails. Where have you been's? and I miss you's were said. It was'nt anything serious nor relevant until the table  was turned.

Everyday I miss this man. I linger on his advices and teases. He means a lot to me! He is a friend, a father, a brother, an enemy and a lover to me. I know loving him is out of the question and the silliest thing a young woman would do. He is twice my age and has a family of his own . I know this man loves his family, most specially his two precious kids.

As months unfold and a year becomes 2, he has confessed his fondness for me. He loves me that is what he said. He constantly goes online and leaves messages for me- a sweet thing. I am proud I have met this man online. This LOVE may not be a real one, but the relationship has helped me look into a man's kaleidoscope.

To all the wives in the world whose husbands love to chat...love your husbands well and let them feel your affections in different ways. 

To all the husbands in the world who love the virtual world...LOVE your wives (Stay away from the pc if things are not running smoothly between you an online lover will not help the problem he he he he)

Cleopatra's Response to Naresh's AM I A HEAVY EATER

Glorious FOOD! what can be more self-fulfilling than eating in a splendid restaurant that has varieties of food to choose from and costs a little. Food adventure is my game from cheap eat-all-you-can to expensive plate-in styles, my tummy never retreats. Food is a way of life among my race, from the tastiest, heavenly, wonderful but deadly (+ super mega ultra cholesterol content) Lechon (roasted pig oink! oink!), to a vegetable salad (healthy yeah! can i have Lechon instead?). Every day of our lives, we spend time eating, we eat heavy meals 3 times a day, plus lite meals, as well as snacks. With our taste buds getting used to tasting, there is no stopping to eating...

The Black Book

In the Chinese calendar, 2010 is 'Year of the Tiger'. Fortune tellers predict great fortune and luck for all those who believe the mystery of Chinese zodiac. Let us see if everything sails smoothly. Black Book? what's the title for? well, yeah! I am planning to buy one beautiful notebook, one which is Black in color and one which cannot be accessed right away by just anyone (where can i find one that has a lock and key?)- but of course a Black Book with white pages (black inked pen is cheaper than those metallic pens for dark papers). What am I going to do with my Black Book? oh well, isn't it nice to keep track the memories of your hatred, depressoh moments, and furious rage about something and on someone?

I am going to start taking down notes on how i feel bad for this or that day, who are in the scenario and the core problem. This way I may be able to understand myself fully, the persons involve and know how to resolve the core problem. This way, I may be able to change or lessen my flaws and mistakes. This way I may be able to understand the world, the purpose of living, the essence of happiness, the importance of loving others amidst miseries they plague me. And, this way I may be able to weigh-out if I had to consult a witch to just put curse on those I hate (this isn't going nice).

For this year 2010, whether it is the 'Year of the Tiger' or 'Year of the Platypus' every sadness, every misery, every difficulty, every rage, every tear, every desperation, lack of inspiration, dead-end motivation and hateful situations will be accounted for on my Black Book (don't worry Black Book I will give justice to your pages).

A Loyal Lover (part I)

How do we gauge loyalty towards our object of affection? Is it the way we treat her or him? Is it the way we delicately select and string sweet words for her or his ears to listen? By being fair and honest all the way, everyday? By thinking of him or her from sunrise to sunset or dusk until dawn? Through phone calls or e-mails? Or not looking at other beautiful individuals of the opposite sex?

This cute love story was shared to me by my friend whose undying affection of 'his' beloved continues to dwell in his soul. Let us call this man, Nathan. Nathan met a simple and homely girl in high school. He was shy and she was friendly. Of all the male classmates they had in class, this girl chose to talk with Nathan. She asked for this and he replied for that. They became close and was teased by their classnates. Nathan began thinking if this girl felt something for him. He was too scared to ask nor confess about the 'feelings' thing. Soon after they exchanged contact numbers. Nathan was confused whether to hang on to such elusive feeling. Indecisive of what to do, he contained his feelings to himself and kept mum.

College years came, she had to study there and he here. Nathan's high school friend became the girls classmate and soon enough became her close friend. She forgot to call Nathan for six months. And he began to worry. Days and weeks passed, he could no longer tame his anxiety and opted to dial her number. On the other side, she learned to trust Nathan's friend and preferred to be with him. With this, Nathan felt alarmed his friend might took the 'apple of his eye' away...