Songs from Early Childhood Education

It's A Sunny, Rainy Happy Day

When it's a sunny day what do you see
The big bright sun, shining down on you and me
It's a sunny day, it's a sunny day
It's a sunny and happy day


When it's a rainy day what do you hear
The cool rain drops falling down on you and me
It's a rainy day, it's day
It's a rainy and happy day

I'm happy with the sun
I'm happy with the rain
I'm happy with the sun
I'm happy with the rain

So thank thank you lord
For sunny rainy happy day
For sunny rainy happy day
For sunny rainy happy day


We're Here Together Again

We're Here Together Again
We're here
We're here

We're Here Together Again
We're here
We're here

Who knows when will be here together again
Singing here together again
We're here

I Hate It when They Don't Mean What They Teach

They have the guts to teach us that it is important to have a low ratio of teacher to students in order to have an effective teaching
And yet today, our class skyrocketed to 60.

They have the guts to teach us what an effective room is.
And yet here we are, sardine packed in this hot, sometimes noisy room (it is behind the school's stage where programs of the CWTS are being held).

And yes they say that a teacher is a "holy" vocation/profession.
And yet they commit "unholy" acts, and is shameless about it.

What a great way to build a nation.

How Can They Stomach This?

It's nice to help.
There's nothing wrong when you extend help to your community.
It is a Christian thing to do.

But...
Is it still a Christian thing to do when you help, and you expect something in return?
Is it still virtuous to use the cloak of charity as means to evade your social responsibility of paying your taxes?

I think not.

How can some people make better profits out of the misery of others?
How can some people use other people's time, those who genuinely wanted to help?
How can a good gesture be good when it is rooted on an evil thought?

Money can't buy happiness.
Money can't be brought to our graves.
Money can't buy you a place in the afterlife.

Friday the 13th

Nothing scary happened.

Today is all about work. The last day of the week where all that can go possibly wrong went wrong. I cannot speak much of the trouble my higher-ups had undergone as I am not directly responsible (though affected) to fix some source code mess.

But I have my own mess, it's boring to tell it here all over again, but in a nutshell it's like going back home when you are already halfway to your destination because you forgot something important. It happened not just once, but a couple of times. It was and currently is exhausting.

Good that nothing of the supernatural kind of things occurred.

Fire

While taking my dinner break, I was startled when one of my office-mates yelled, "There's fire!" (of course in the vernacular). Because I am seated near the window, I quickly stood up and peek through and saw this glowing orange flame not so far. Many of my office-mates already crowding the window to take a look at the blaze, hypothesizing where the exact location of the fire is. I can also hear the siren from firetrucks as they rush to the burning houses.

Ashes. Maybe some charred debris. That's all what's left to the houses consumed by the fire. It's November and the cold wind of Christmas is being felt. How can those whose houses were destroyed continue to celebrate the coming season? How can they face another morning knowing that their homes are no more?

The clock stroked 9:00 and I have to go home - a place where many have just lost.

Me: Worrier

Now I found out why I'm such a worrier. It's in the genes.
Even though I tried as hard as I can not to worry, I worry. I worry even in my sleep, it creeps to me like water on sponge.

Through the years though I have attempted and guessed triumph over worrying too much by taking risks, moving away from my home, a side trip to another career that is something new and unexpected of me, being literally in some place new. Those things I've done introduces to so much uncertainty that my mind just shuts up because it cannot calculate and analyze each and every possibilities, I know it sounds ridiculous but looking in retrospect it holds some truth. Being away from my comfort zone made me more spontaneous and a little less worried.

Being back to a comfortable place makes me worry, in an ironic sense. I worry because I have nothing to worry about. I worry about small insignificant details that I shouldn't need to worry about, I worry about things that though I am involved can't do anything about it and worrying just makes no sense, I know that I should not worry, but here I am worrying.

Remember when I said that it's genetic? Yes, it is. I think I got t from my father's side. Well to give you a short glimpse, my father is currently not well because he was recently diagnosed with an enlarged heart. In the stories that I've heard when he talks to my aunt (who accompanies him to hospital and doctor visits) I knew that he worries a lot, and I mean a whole lot.

I'm worried by my father's health and more on his mental health (he is not taking his illness well).
I'm worried by my own health and job insecurities (you've read about it here and there's no need to discuss).
I'm worried that all will be lost.

So help me God.

Slums

If I will rate myself to what level of *success* I am right now I may have to say I am not anywhere near where I wanted to be (oowwh this will be another ranting).

And yes it was my decision to be back in Cebu.
And yes it was my decision to quit my part time job.
And yes it was my decision to not complete yet my practicum.
And yes it was my decision to (blah blah blah...)...

The universe is conspiring against me, it's like time is ticking away faster than I can make use of it. Like trying to hold on to sand, you just can't because it slips right through your hands, the more I grip, the faster it escapes.

Where did I get off my tracks? At what point did it happened? Or is this a cumulative result of the small bad decisions I made along the way? Maybe. Part of it I can blame because of health. I did some decisions because of health reasons. But having more time to relax - still I got sick, sicker than ever, when will I ever be given a break? I try earnestly to be as healthy as I can, not drinking, not smoking, not even partying- I choose to skip these activities to at least live a day not worrying if I'm too skinny or too fragile.

Is there redemption for me before this year ends? This year started off just right, no, this year started great! But now it will end with a whimper than with a bang!

I still hope not.

Defying Gravity

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I am defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

I'm through accepting limits
''cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And never bring me down!
bring me down!
ohh ohhh ohhhh!
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27

Today Im turning 27, 10 years since highschool, 6 years since college, 5 years working.

The younger version of me would have never guessed what Im doing with my life or how I turned out to be. When I was in my teens and early twenties I always thought that I will be having a family of my own when I reach 25 (which many of my friends knew). But here I am 2 years after the 'deadline' still single, not committed and in the wild so to speak.

Im always finding ways to improve myself (maybe not physically...), I try not to be bound in my comfort zone, I try to always think out of the box, do adventure and experience life, seeing new places and meeting new friends.And yet I always find myself thinking, am I a good son? The answer is maybe, it is a hard question to answer and can only be answered when Im dead, maybe in my eulogy.

As I have written a year ago, my saddest birthday, now that I'm 27 - no more celebration (the food, party stuff). Starting with this birthday I will go to church and thank the lord for giving me another year to grow, maybe treat myself a good lunch or dinner, reply to those who will greet me and that's it, I will call it a day. I have other things in mind - but it is exclusively void of any celebration with many people.

And yes, I am not that scared back then when I was 25 and I asked myself what will I be, right now Im pretty confident that I can be something of some use soon. I will not rush life, but take it a step at a time. As I am getting older (more mature?) I realize that life is a one pass cannot-be-rewind event, so I have to carefully live as what I'd like to live to minimize regrets.

I would like to grab this opportunity to thank those who remembered. :D

Relieved. Relive. Relief

It's finally over!

Another milestone has finished and I'm giving myself a pat in the back for making it. And yet, why do I feel uncertain about the future? Why do I love to be back to the "state" where I previously been? Was it a wrong decision I'd made?

Only the future knows.

But for the moment I'm euphoric for having made it to this point, and it is enough to not think of the worries. I can honestly say that the 21 year old me would have not believed (after 6 years) that I'm here and not over there (to where I imagined myself years ago).

Questions surrounds me more than answers, and life has to go forward. It's not about meticulously planning your life that matters most (in my opinion) but how you react to what's going on in your life that matters most.

I'm relieved that I made something out of my time, my talents and skills.
I'm relieved that I am a part of the society, and not a menace to society.
I'm relieved that I can still do the the things I wanted to do, despite the limitations to which Im currently bound.
I'm relieved that I have true friends.

It always puts a smile on my face whenever I look back, reliving the memories of the not so distant past.

Reliving the memories of my childhood, I can recall that my first memory was when I was 4 years old because I wanted to go with my mother to the baptism of my younger sister.

Reliving the memories when I first went to kindergarten II and crying over to my lolo because I was shy to go inside the classroom.

Reliving the memories of my elementary years where, I am the key holder because I'm always the first one to arrive and maybe a teacher's pet (as some of my classmates zealously accused me of). And that tragic day when I was fooled into turning over the proceeds of the canteen's basket, when 2 kids persuaded me to give them the money because they will be the one to give it to the canteen. That is my first taste of how evil some people are. When I lost a textbook and was afraid to face my grade 4 school teacher. When in Grade 4 I was considered as a fast reader and was the tutor of my other classmates who can't barely read. When in Grade 6, I got the highest NEAT score in my section.

Reliving the memories of my high school years where there was an awkward time meet new friends. When I was part of the top 10 in the first grading and was so proud of it. When hormonal changes, changed the way I looked, my voice, my whole being. When ignorance innocence left me. When some deaths of close family, you value life. When you falll in love but is too young for it. When finally, after you've settled and have your friends, then you know that you'll have to part ways and start a yet new beginning in college.


Reliving the memories of college, and the crazy things I've done. Again meeting new friends, this time though these people have a circle of friends already and it's a bit harder to get into that circle. College life for me is the most challenging since you have this notion that after this hurdle, life is a breeze when you are working on a job in line with what you are studying, but life takes turns not that you know of at that moment.

And finally it is a relief that I'm still here, with all those experiences I've undergone in my life. It really is a blessing on how you've survived and still surviving.
It is a relief that my family is still here.
It is a relief that my friends are still here.
It is a relief that I still find my purpose.
It is a relief that I'm growing mature and not just growing old.

It is a relief that God is still with me.

SpEd 605 Teaching the Hearing Impaired

Our instructor Mr. Acuna coaching us on how to interpret the song "You" by the Carpenters. The week after next we will be having our first song interpretation exam.

Can You Imagine Me Singing and Dancing to This Tune???

hehee, Can you imagine me singing and dancing to this tune?

listen to the song the interesting part starts at 01:23 minutes into the song...

Track 3 - Unknown Artist

Let's Start from Here

Let's Start From Here English - Joanna Wang
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Because Sometimes ... And Yet You Don't

Because sometimes
We are just so near
And yet you dont

Because sometimes
We are side by side
And yet you dont

Because sometimes
We are face to face
And yet you dont

Arts and Crafts (2nd set of activities)

Activity name: Finger-print art.

Instruction: using your fingers with water color, make an impression on the paper and form any shapesyou like (flower in this example). Make sure that the fingerprints are visible (dont overlap or use too much color)

Activity name:Egg shell Collage

Instruction: Using a colored eggshell (dried at least 4 days), make a collage of any shapes that represents something (it was recently Independence Day hence the flag and the map).

Activity name: Window Light Display

Instruction: On a plastic lid (cover of a plastic container), paste cut-outjapanese paper in various shapes (I just used triangle here).Then ornament it with sequence and/or glitters (some did theirs forming some figures, I did just randoming). Wrap a ribbon around the lid and tie it into a knot. You can hang this in the window (it has a stained-glass effect)

Confections of a Workaholic

(a.k.a Why I Love to Work, The Sweet Reasons of Working)

This list is unordered:

1. Money. Money is the root of all evil, and nobody's perfect. Being imperfect leads to being evil and since we are in an imperfect world THEN we need money! (i know my logic is bad...hehehe, but you got the point right?)

2. Friends. no, not the breathing human coworkers. These are those friends you got to talk and share your opinions because they are not there physically. They live inside facebook's chat or in YMs, or inside comment boxes.

3. Surf. Don't want to get wet? But you could get drowned though so be careful.

4. This may sound weird but - I love the sound of typing. The music it makes when my fingers touch the keys of the keyboard, its like a composition without a score. (geeky)

5. Learning - seriously, we work because we WANT to learn, RELEARN, and continue LEARNING and whatever words with LEARN on it.

the love that never was

i can be honest, but cant be true

can be tearfully joyful, yet blue

seek in me the truth, cause all youll see is you

but dont be fooled because that love was never you

yes it was a love that never was

maybe not as tender as our hearts

cause for all these years were through

i did never forget the feeling so true

and in time we'll find our destinies

forgive me and the time I've wasted

fate and faithfully praying

well see each whom we've fated

Joanna's Sendoff

Over a year ago it was me whom my friends sent off, sadly now we're saying adieu to Joanna - Mam Jo, which I can claim is one of the most outstanding employee.

One thing I'm sure about Mam Jo is that she's one of the smartest person I know - I'll bet everyone who knows her would totally agree.

Mam Jo I think everyone already signed your scrapbook, and you know that we are just here for you always. Don't forget us. Pray for us.

Hoping that what you embark on will give you the happiness and joy of following your path. Expect us to visit you one first Sunday sometime!

As tatay Nish wrote on your scrapbook - see you on your next life! ?Whahaha
Seriously, you'll surely be missed.

Future Violinist?

As always, children are amazing! Or at the very least, children always amazes me.

Here is my nephew, barely two (2) years old imitating how to play the violin. There is a story how he learned to imitate the movements of a violinist even though none in our family are musicians nor do we have an actual violin.

YouTube. That's it, that's the explanation why my nephew learned how to "play" the "violin".

It was probably that my mother or one of my siblings watching the music video of Celine Dion's To Love You More that my nephew, Lance, saw and probably liked the tune of it. I realized that children absorbs every information you threw at them like sponge on water. As my mother fondly recalls, my nephew would and still will request the music video once he sees anyone of us using the computer.

Being, so far, the only grandson of my parents - he gets what he wants, or more accurately he gets what his grandparents "thinks" he wants. It was just a matter of days that he got a plastic guitar and stick to fully imitate the violinist.

And Im gonna tell you he really put his feelings in every performance (just look the picture)!

Yes, I miss being a child, no big problems to think about, no immediate future to worry - but hey I'm already digressing.

Lance, enjoy playing your "violin", maybe it is time to learn a new piece?