cutesy cooler

cutesy cooler

matchbox

matchbox

dwarfy Matt

dwarfy Matt

miniature rock

miniature rock

I was simply amazed when I looked at these pictures. They made me smile and made me realized how crazily creative my youngest brother, Khem, could get.

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mom, chat, ate, dd, & moi

mom, chat, ate, dd, & moi

The day after my sister’s festive wedding, my family took the opportunity to go out of town as we all deserve to relax after the hustle and bustle of the previous day’s event. It was my pops who came up with the idea as it’s such a rarity to have this kind of reunion in my family. And so, we decided to go to Rock Spring Resort in Jasaan, Misamis Oriental as we no longer fancy the beaches in Opol. For those who are non-Cagay-anons, Jasaan is barely two hours ride from the city. You could either go there by bus or jeepney whichever suit you. But in our case we took my brother-in-law’s van, all 16 of us including my 3 nieces and only nephew (for now-another nephew is still hibernating inside her mom’s belly 🙂 ).

splashing bunch

splashing bunch

The ride to Jasaan was filled with teasing, singing, and even crying as my nephew, Matt, and niece, JD, have always had somewhat a love-hate relationship. And oh, we almost got lost as Chat, my younger sister, who ‘s suppose to memorize the location of the resort by heart, turned out to be not so reliable when it comes to direction. As a result, my brother-in-law, who was driving, made three wrong turns in the intersections.

waterpool fun

waterpool fun

But the possibility of getting lost was all forgotten when we finally arrived at our destination. The resort was simply amazing. The sound of fresh water gushing was absolutely divine. It was incomparable. It was like experiencing nature at its best. And so, right after having a few bites of the food that we brought my nieces and nephew couldn’t contain their excitement to swim in the non-chlorinated pool. And I have to admit even us, adults, couldn’t resist the coolness and freshness of the water. So we hurriedly changed into our swimming wears and swam non-stop until we shivered from too much coldness.

water kiddos

water kiddos

Matt (karate joe) & JD (Dora chix)

Matt (karate joe) & JD (Dora chix)

All in all, the outing was truly fantastic. No, it was majestic! But what’s the best about it was not the scenery, it’s just an added bonus, it was the bonding with my family. And so all of us went home with a grin painted on our faces. We headed home tired but greatly satisfied.

I took a foodie quiz today. And guess what! I’m actually a “chocolate”. It seems that me and chocolate are meant to be together 🙂 No violent reactions, please!

FYI: I got the link from one of my most visited foodie blogger.

I wouldn’t trade my family for any riches, ever!

These past few weeks I only have little time to relax and enjoy myself. However, I don’t regret it. Having two jobs maybe a little hectic, but I tell you it’s very enjoyable. Aside from the prospect of earning lots of money, I get to meet fascinating people from far countries. My second job is really fulfilling although I don’t have plans of staying for long. But I’m really grateful to the heavens for this rare opportunity of helping people.

I have to admit that working ’till late in the evening wears me out most of the time, but I don’t mind.

The three-day-work-off has left me no choice but yet again to indulge myself into another round of movie viewing. As much as I would want to splurge myself on a much desired summer hiatus, my pocket just wouldn’t allow it. So, the weekend was spent mostly in front of a PC hopping from one site to another and checking out some good films.

I miss school a lot. I miss being in it. I miss burning my midnight candle. I miss standing in front of a crowd and talking intelligibly. I dearly miss the pressure. Taking 27 units in a sem while working full-time, I mean who wouldn’t be stressed out. But, it’s a good stress actually on my part if there’s such a thing. And what I mostly miss about school are the kids I’ve come to love. 

I was going over some personal paraphernalias last Friday and I came across some pictures of the kids who have somehow touched my life in a very special way. And that’s when I realized that those kids were the very reason I’ve pursued a diploma in SpEd. Those photos brought me back to my goal of becoming a SpEd teacher. But, my fear of becoming one swallowed me whole.

What kind of a teacher would I be? Would kids love me? Would they treat me with respect? Would I be a good instrument in teaching them to become efficient and independent?

You see I’m still a coward. And a great coward at that! But come June, I promise myself, if I’m not gonna be lucky to be handling my own class, I’ll surely be one of those sitting in a class of Masters. At least somehow, I’m still back in school though not yet a teacher but a student once more.