Tuesday, July 28, 2009
tick tock!
This Sunday is our pamanhikan, the official day that our parents (plus my lola) will first meet each other. By then, it'll already be August 2, which means one month to go til September, when we'll have a wedding date, and the whole wedding prep frenzy begins. In more than one occasion, I've been told that my engagement seems anti-climactic since it wasn't followed immediately by a dizzying schedule of meetings with suppliers and a crazy lineup of wedding errands. Strange, because while that kinda makes sense, I really don't feel that it's anything bad. I like how we've been able to really enjoy being engaged, to regale in the fact that we've just made a 'tender reservation' on each other, to spend forever together, and just "be engaged." I'm grateful that we've had this time to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime crossroad. Not everyone has the same experience. I've also had the pleasure of slowly going through supplier options, without the pressure of the deadlines, and find out slowly what I really want. Now that I realize I only have 1 month of full, unadulterated peace, until the frenzy begins, I suddenly feel nostalgic.. and a bit like I wanna turn back the hands of time and go back to the moment when I had just said yes to his offer of forever-ever-after. I want to carry that image, the memory of that moment, from the starting line of the process all the way to the starting point of our life together :)
Friday, June 26, 2009
teacher teacher
Darling Beau and I are both part-time professors, on top of everything else happening in our lives. In fact, he's more of one than me, because he teaches in all the semesters of law school, and more importantly, at least for this term, he teaches 3 loads (meaning 3 classes) of students versus my lone class on Saturday mornings. His classes are all on weeknights, which to me are even more tiring, because not only will you have traffic to contend with at rush hour, you also tend to be low-batt already and talking for hours on end to a group of youngsters may not be the ideal way to end the day. And let's not even talk about compensation. This is not one of those jobs that slap your face with moolah to shut your gripes up. Indeed, teaching is more a calling than a profession. In fact, Dennis and I have come to see it more like charity work or volunteer work rather than a sideline or a job. Let me explain why.
Granted, teaching does bring in some dough, though not earth-shattering, that can offset some expenses. For instance, we computed that, from our teaching, we can likely pay off basic utilities like electricity and water every month. That's something, right? Or if we save it in a fund, it can buy a nice appliance after 4-5 months. But if you're one to put a value to your hours, then teaching may feel like a rip-off. Then again, if you think about it, when your company asks you to do overtime, it doesn't always pay you accordingly. At least this does. If you while away your time at the mall or surfing lazily at home, that doesn't pay either (in fact, it may even cost ya!) At least with this, your time goes to a good use.
On the flip side, teaching does take a lot out of you in the ff sense:
1. The hours you spend in class are about 80% you talking and 20% your students reciting. This means a stretched voice, lower back and legs a bit sore from standing and walking in the classroom, and the risk of wrinkles from the grief and undue stress if your students frustrate you. Multiply this by 4 for weekly classes to get a sense of the toll it takes on you per month. Multiply it by 3 then by 4 to get a sense of what Dennis goes through.
2. More than the hours spent in the classroom, the pre-work takes a longer toll on your time and energy. It's not just the research, mind you. It's the planning of the lesson plan, the syllabus and the actual teaching material. It's also making sure there's a healthy balance of theory and practice in the material, then also incorporating some time for free discussion. The good news is once you get one sem's worth of material done, all you have to do in succeeding semesters is to update it a bit. Then you're off. So it's more worth it when you intend to teach over a long period of time. If you only plan to do it in one semester, then the pre-work will definitely be a bitch.
3. There is a value to added sleep hours that you just can't put a number on :p And of course, if you're one to relish taking beach trips on the weekends, going on quick and unplanned excursions out-of-town or hibernating at home when there's no work, then teaching will feel like punishment. Don't even think of getting into it.
So, why do we do this? Again, as I said, we've come to see this as volunteer work, as a way of giving back to the world, to God and to the institution of education, for the blessings we've received in our lives. Just like other volunteer work, it is very rewarding, especially when you realize you're getting through to the kids and that they actually emerge better people as a result of your class. There is an immense satisfaction in seeing that, even if you don't have kids yet, you've helped somehow in the raising of someone else's child-- in the molding of his or her mind for the eventual pursuit of a meaningful profession. There's a palpable sense of fulfillment and a great pride in seeing your efforts bear fruit. Sometimes, I even think of it as a rehearsal for parenthood. Last night, I bumped into some students while walking to Greenbelt. They're working now, either as 5th year residents or as fresh graduates, and I felt some strange mix of pride and nostalgia as though they were my own kids. In fact, I still find myself interested in what they're doing and how they're doing. And I told my class earlier that if they need help on anything, they know how to reach me. And I meant it.
Also, there are other selfish motivations. For instance, working as a marketer and being immersed in a materialistic, overly commercialized world, I find a unique sense of sanity in the classroom-- it reminds me that not everything is about making revenues or increasing sales. There are better and more noble jobs out there. And since teaching is one of them, it gives me a sense of purpose and a different sense of calm to top off the week. I feel better, in other words. Less stressed. More balanced out. Another motivation is it's a reminder to me that meritocracy still exists in this world. That in the sanctity of the four walls of a classroom, if you put in the work and the effort, it will pay off. It doesn't matter who you know, how rich you are, or if you can suck up really well. A level-playing field is not extinct after all. A third motivation is sometimes, your students actually end up teaching you. They let you in on what the new generations are about, what they are into, how they think and how they feel. They also force you to go back to basics and lose all the complications that adult life can sometimes push you to take on. Life can be and should be easy. And fun.
So all in all, it's not a bad gig. It's destressing, it's calming, it's fun, and it's fulfilling. Sure, it means waking up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning or getting home at 9 on a weeknight. It can also mean a few hours every week updating notes or a powerpoint file. But all in all, the fruits come weightier than the costs. And the teaching part makes the working part of life much more bearable. It's not for everyone, of that I am very sure, but it's definitely for us.
Teacher, teacher! :)
P.S. I'm just on my 2nd sem as a teacher, but I realize I've come to really "own" this thing. In fact, when considering getting married around Sept next year, one of the things Dennis & I immediately considered were our classes, i.e. Oh no, we won't be able to teach... Hahaha! Intense! :p
Granted, teaching does bring in some dough, though not earth-shattering, that can offset some expenses. For instance, we computed that, from our teaching, we can likely pay off basic utilities like electricity and water every month. That's something, right? Or if we save it in a fund, it can buy a nice appliance after 4-5 months. But if you're one to put a value to your hours, then teaching may feel like a rip-off. Then again, if you think about it, when your company asks you to do overtime, it doesn't always pay you accordingly. At least this does. If you while away your time at the mall or surfing lazily at home, that doesn't pay either (in fact, it may even cost ya!) At least with this, your time goes to a good use.
On the flip side, teaching does take a lot out of you in the ff sense:
1. The hours you spend in class are about 80% you talking and 20% your students reciting. This means a stretched voice, lower back and legs a bit sore from standing and walking in the classroom, and the risk of wrinkles from the grief and undue stress if your students frustrate you. Multiply this by 4 for weekly classes to get a sense of the toll it takes on you per month. Multiply it by 3 then by 4 to get a sense of what Dennis goes through.
2. More than the hours spent in the classroom, the pre-work takes a longer toll on your time and energy. It's not just the research, mind you. It's the planning of the lesson plan, the syllabus and the actual teaching material. It's also making sure there's a healthy balance of theory and practice in the material, then also incorporating some time for free discussion. The good news is once you get one sem's worth of material done, all you have to do in succeeding semesters is to update it a bit. Then you're off. So it's more worth it when you intend to teach over a long period of time. If you only plan to do it in one semester, then the pre-work will definitely be a bitch.
3. There is a value to added sleep hours that you just can't put a number on :p And of course, if you're one to relish taking beach trips on the weekends, going on quick and unplanned excursions out-of-town or hibernating at home when there's no work, then teaching will feel like punishment. Don't even think of getting into it.
So, why do we do this? Again, as I said, we've come to see this as volunteer work, as a way of giving back to the world, to God and to the institution of education, for the blessings we've received in our lives. Just like other volunteer work, it is very rewarding, especially when you realize you're getting through to the kids and that they actually emerge better people as a result of your class. There is an immense satisfaction in seeing that, even if you don't have kids yet, you've helped somehow in the raising of someone else's child-- in the molding of his or her mind for the eventual pursuit of a meaningful profession. There's a palpable sense of fulfillment and a great pride in seeing your efforts bear fruit. Sometimes, I even think of it as a rehearsal for parenthood. Last night, I bumped into some students while walking to Greenbelt. They're working now, either as 5th year residents or as fresh graduates, and I felt some strange mix of pride and nostalgia as though they were my own kids. In fact, I still find myself interested in what they're doing and how they're doing. And I told my class earlier that if they need help on anything, they know how to reach me. And I meant it.
Also, there are other selfish motivations. For instance, working as a marketer and being immersed in a materialistic, overly commercialized world, I find a unique sense of sanity in the classroom-- it reminds me that not everything is about making revenues or increasing sales. There are better and more noble jobs out there. And since teaching is one of them, it gives me a sense of purpose and a different sense of calm to top off the week. I feel better, in other words. Less stressed. More balanced out. Another motivation is it's a reminder to me that meritocracy still exists in this world. That in the sanctity of the four walls of a classroom, if you put in the work and the effort, it will pay off. It doesn't matter who you know, how rich you are, or if you can suck up really well. A level-playing field is not extinct after all. A third motivation is sometimes, your students actually end up teaching you. They let you in on what the new generations are about, what they are into, how they think and how they feel. They also force you to go back to basics and lose all the complications that adult life can sometimes push you to take on. Life can be and should be easy. And fun.
So all in all, it's not a bad gig. It's destressing, it's calming, it's fun, and it's fulfilling. Sure, it means waking up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning or getting home at 9 on a weeknight. It can also mean a few hours every week updating notes or a powerpoint file. But all in all, the fruits come weightier than the costs. And the teaching part makes the working part of life much more bearable. It's not for everyone, of that I am very sure, but it's definitely for us.
Teacher, teacher! :)
P.S. I'm just on my 2nd sem as a teacher, but I realize I've come to really "own" this thing. In fact, when considering getting married around Sept next year, one of the things Dennis & I immediately considered were our classes, i.e. Oh no, we won't be able to teach... Hahaha! Intense! :p
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
if you want suffering, enroll yourself in MBA
This is really one of those days when I curse myself for enrolling in an MBA program. It takes up so much energy, so much time and so much brain cells-- added on top of work, teaching and my personal life. During these days, I have to revisit all my reasons for doing post-grad studies, plus consider all the resources used up to get this far in the program. Which will go down the drain if I bow out. Plus, I have never quit on anything. At least not yet. (there's always a first time, hek hek hek...)
I have to consciously and deliberately remind myself that I'm doing this for the future- meaning, for career advancement (because some positions just give an extra boost for an MBA-degree holder; plus, it's easier to justify a pay increase or other benefits) and, more importantly, to guide myself and lessen mistakes when I put up my own business. I have to remind myself that I'm going through this "torture" with an end goal in mind. That I'm not just doing this for the heck of it or just to fill up idle energy (which I really do not have anyway). That someday, I will say the words "thank God I did my MBA"......
OK, let's think of why this whining happens... It's usually triggered when I have an unbelievably tough quantitative class, like this one I'm taking now called Management Science, and all the numbers, figures and formulas are driving me nuts!!!! It's also strange to me why such quantitative classes have such lengthily written books and references, full of texts and paragraphs! I thought numbers were supposed to replace words, eh how come my quanti books usually outweigh my quali ones?! :(
This also usually happens when I don't like my blockmates. And this is applicable this term. I hate catty girls who are overly competitive and super suplada. Please. If you don't have anything else going on in your life, and that's why you're acting out, please get away from me because I do not give a rat's ass about your problems.
This also happens when work gets unbelievably hectic at the same time that my classes get demanding and challenging. I guess I prefer having only one master at a time-- so it's either it's work or it's school. Can't be both.
Ok, time to stop whining and prepare for my online class.
Oh, that's another thing. Despite the 10-day quarantine that DLSU voluntarily subjected itself into, I just have to be in one of those classes that do online sessions :(
Hay...
Okay, why am I doing this again???
I have to consciously and deliberately remind myself that I'm doing this for the future- meaning, for career advancement (because some positions just give an extra boost for an MBA-degree holder; plus, it's easier to justify a pay increase or other benefits) and, more importantly, to guide myself and lessen mistakes when I put up my own business. I have to remind myself that I'm going through this "torture" with an end goal in mind. That I'm not just doing this for the heck of it or just to fill up idle energy (which I really do not have anyway). That someday, I will say the words "thank God I did my MBA"......
OK, let's think of why this whining happens... It's usually triggered when I have an unbelievably tough quantitative class, like this one I'm taking now called Management Science, and all the numbers, figures and formulas are driving me nuts!!!! It's also strange to me why such quantitative classes have such lengthily written books and references, full of texts and paragraphs! I thought numbers were supposed to replace words, eh how come my quanti books usually outweigh my quali ones?! :(
This also usually happens when I don't like my blockmates. And this is applicable this term. I hate catty girls who are overly competitive and super suplada. Please. If you don't have anything else going on in your life, and that's why you're acting out, please get away from me because I do not give a rat's ass about your problems.
This also happens when work gets unbelievably hectic at the same time that my classes get demanding and challenging. I guess I prefer having only one master at a time-- so it's either it's work or it's school. Can't be both.
Ok, time to stop whining and prepare for my online class.
Oh, that's another thing. Despite the 10-day quarantine that DLSU voluntarily subjected itself into, I just have to be in one of those classes that do online sessions :(
Hay...
Okay, why am I doing this again???
Friday, June 05, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
new beginning
OK, I've been negligent in terms of updating this lately. So much has happened. I got engaged. My best friend's wedding got called off. School started again. Work got strangely hectic. Oh, and did I mention I got engaged? :p
Since the engagement, I've received bridal prep stuff from Kaye, as well as some tips and files from other friends. I've also read more bridal magazines than I ever want to (Weird, it gets old after a while...) and I've changed my mind more times than I can remember over aspects of the wedding like my dress, our venue, the color motif, etc. I didn't know being a bride was more than just blushing and smiling and looking really happy.
I know they often say being engaged is the best time of a girl's life. I realize now that I tend to disagree. It may be a unique time of your life, because it only happens once. It may be the time when everyone's focus is on you, but I tend to see the negative side of that coin as well. While it can be many good things, I don't agree it's the best, nor the happiest.
To be quite truthful, while I do look forward to the wedding, I must admit I am more excited about the life after. Sometimes to the point of entertaining thoughts of eloping or getting civilly married, only because what I truly cannot wait for is starting our life together. Our favorite topics of conversation are not about wedding suppliers or catering.. It's about our honeymoon, how we'll fix our first place, how our everyday schedule will be, how we'll set travel goals every other year, etc. And I love it. I love the fact that I want to be his wife more than his bride. Because "bride", for all intents and purposes, is really just a stopover towards something more meaningful.
This doesn't mean I don't care about the wedding at all. I do. I just carry a perspective that, while you only get married once, it's only 1 day out of the many days you two will have. It does deserve to be special, because it marks the beginning of a life together. But the focus shouldn't be on the party, on the band, on the clothes, on the frills and on the superficiality of a wedding. It should be about a love being celebrated and a love being sealed officially. And you should be just as excited (or more excited, in my case) about the morning after... and the morning after that, and the morning after that and the morning after that....
Being a bride is fun. But I think being a wife kicks being a bride's ass.
Hahahaha! :p
Since the engagement, I've received bridal prep stuff from Kaye, as well as some tips and files from other friends. I've also read more bridal magazines than I ever want to (Weird, it gets old after a while...) and I've changed my mind more times than I can remember over aspects of the wedding like my dress, our venue, the color motif, etc. I didn't know being a bride was more than just blushing and smiling and looking really happy.
I know they often say being engaged is the best time of a girl's life. I realize now that I tend to disagree. It may be a unique time of your life, because it only happens once. It may be the time when everyone's focus is on you, but I tend to see the negative side of that coin as well. While it can be many good things, I don't agree it's the best, nor the happiest.
To be quite truthful, while I do look forward to the wedding, I must admit I am more excited about the life after. Sometimes to the point of entertaining thoughts of eloping or getting civilly married, only because what I truly cannot wait for is starting our life together. Our favorite topics of conversation are not about wedding suppliers or catering.. It's about our honeymoon, how we'll fix our first place, how our everyday schedule will be, how we'll set travel goals every other year, etc. And I love it. I love the fact that I want to be his wife more than his bride. Because "bride", for all intents and purposes, is really just a stopover towards something more meaningful.
This doesn't mean I don't care about the wedding at all. I do. I just carry a perspective that, while you only get married once, it's only 1 day out of the many days you two will have. It does deserve to be special, because it marks the beginning of a life together. But the focus shouldn't be on the party, on the band, on the clothes, on the frills and on the superficiality of a wedding. It should be about a love being celebrated and a love being sealed officially. And you should be just as excited (or more excited, in my case) about the morning after... and the morning after that, and the morning after that and the morning after that....
Being a bride is fun. But I think being a wife kicks being a bride's ass.
Hahahaha! :p
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
maybe i'm not meant to ever enjoy thailand..
The same conditions that marked my first trip there are the same as this second trip tomorrow, i.e. time of the month + hot weather.... Tsk tsk tsk... At least the hotel looks nice.. I'll just bring my laptop and ipod and hope that I won't get too scared sleeping alone...
On the other hand, I can't wait to come home from Thailand (on Friday) because that means....
I can watch JL's new movie! YEAH!
(walang kokontra)
On the other hand, I can't wait to come home from Thailand (on Friday) because that means....
I can watch JL's new movie! YEAH!
(walang kokontra)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
2010 na ba?!?!
Is it normal to wish that this year passes by already and we move on to the next?!?!
:(
:(
Thursday, January 22, 2009
bead-style earrings....
After buying myself this--
I find myself wanting this--
I'm soooo stressed lately that I am soooo tempted to buy something to cheer myself up!!! Tsk tsk tsk...... :(
I find myself wanting this--
I'm soooo stressed lately that I am soooo tempted to buy something to cheer myself up!!! Tsk tsk tsk...... :(
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
resolution
Ok, I don't really make resolutions, but this looks as good a time as any to make one--
Control spending. Curb consumerism and get more moolah in the bank.
Bow.
:)
Happy New Year!!! Time to face reality today!! :p
Control spending. Curb consumerism and get more moolah in the bank.
Bow.
:)
Happy New Year!!! Time to face reality today!! :p
Sunday, January 04, 2009
holiday over....
I feel like a kid again right now, but not in a good way... You know how when you were little and you have a 2-week long holiday break... You enjoy it so much you forget how school, homework and exams feel like....
And then, the Sunday right before school starts again comes along and you wish you have the power to stretch time to the point that the following Monday never ever comes.
That's how I feel now.
This is GMA's fault, for spoiling people :p
Arg! I don't want Monday to ever come!!!!!!!!
And then, the Sunday right before school starts again comes along and you wish you have the power to stretch time to the point that the following Monday never ever comes.
That's how I feel now.
This is GMA's fault, for spoiling people :p
Arg! I don't want Monday to ever come!!!!!!!!
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Zara Mania...
What is it about sales that make girls go so crazy? Dennis got so shell-shocked observing the girls over at the Zara sale; he said the boys side was much less violent and aggressive, plus the fitting rooms are never full and the place is much quieter. Hahaha!
Fitting Room Funny Moment:
Background: Zara imposed a 6-item limit for people who want to fit clothes, so it's easier if you have a companion outside who can grab stuff for you, like an additional shirt or a change of size or color, instead of stepping out and lining up again. I was already inside, fitting, when I suddenly heard:
Fitting room girl: Ma'am, pila po kayo sa likod please.
Random mom: Hindi, hindi para sa akin ito, para ito sa anak ko, iaabot ko lang. Yung anak ko nasa loob eh... yung mataba. Yung matabang mataba.
WOW! I would have broken down in tears if I was her daughter...
Second Funny Moment in Zara:
Two girls arguing:
Girl 1: I told you to grab that grey shirt already. It was the last one. Tuloy, that woman got it na. You're so slow kasi.
Girl 2: If you wanted it, you should've gotten it yourself noh...
Girl 1: But you were closer to it! Hello? Arg! You're so kakaasar..
Hehehehe :p
Also, the woman in front of me in the cashier spent almost 23k in that sale... buying mostly shirts and cottony tops... My gosh... Made my purchase of 4 pairs of slacks look like buying mints. Dennis hugged me after seeing how much that girl spent. He was so glad daw I'm practical.. Hello, me?!
In other news, I accidentally dropped a hanger while inside the fitting room and it landed smack on the top of my foot. Hence, a big bad purple bruise emerged from my skin about 30 minutes afterwards. My dad said, jokingly, I should sue Zara, for using "dangerous" hangers. My brother replied that I was the dangerous one. My clumsiness is... legen... wait for it, wait for it... dary. Hahahaha! :p
Ok, enough Zara for now. I shall stay away from that place until the sale is over. :p
Fitting Room Funny Moment:
Background: Zara imposed a 6-item limit for people who want to fit clothes, so it's easier if you have a companion outside who can grab stuff for you, like an additional shirt or a change of size or color, instead of stepping out and lining up again. I was already inside, fitting, when I suddenly heard:
Fitting room girl: Ma'am, pila po kayo sa likod please.
Random mom: Hindi, hindi para sa akin ito, para ito sa anak ko, iaabot ko lang. Yung anak ko nasa loob eh... yung mataba. Yung matabang mataba.
WOW! I would have broken down in tears if I was her daughter...
Second Funny Moment in Zara:
Two girls arguing:
Girl 1: I told you to grab that grey shirt already. It was the last one. Tuloy, that woman got it na. You're so slow kasi.
Girl 2: If you wanted it, you should've gotten it yourself noh...
Girl 1: But you were closer to it! Hello? Arg! You're so kakaasar..
Hehehehe :p
Also, the woman in front of me in the cashier spent almost 23k in that sale... buying mostly shirts and cottony tops... My gosh... Made my purchase of 4 pairs of slacks look like buying mints. Dennis hugged me after seeing how much that girl spent. He was so glad daw I'm practical.. Hello, me?!
In other news, I accidentally dropped a hanger while inside the fitting room and it landed smack on the top of my foot. Hence, a big bad purple bruise emerged from my skin about 30 minutes afterwards. My dad said, jokingly, I should sue Zara, for using "dangerous" hangers. My brother replied that I was the dangerous one. My clumsiness is... legen... wait for it, wait for it... dary. Hahahaha! :p
Ok, enough Zara for now. I shall stay away from that place until the sale is over. :p
Sunday, December 28, 2008
new money advice
Never heard these before til today, but they ring so true:
"Remember that money's power is not in what you can buy with it now, but in the freedom and choices it can provide you tomorrow."
and
"While it's true that life is only one time, you will have many years to live it. So while you shouldn't fall in love with your money, you should also learn how to save a buck or two for a rainy day. Because rainy days will come, and you won't want to be caught without."
"Remember that money's power is not in what you can buy with it now, but in the freedom and choices it can provide you tomorrow."
and
"While it's true that life is only one time, you will have many years to live it. So while you shouldn't fall in love with your money, you should also learn how to save a buck or two for a rainy day. Because rainy days will come, and you won't want to be caught without."
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Herve Leger
His signature "bandage" dresses are actually kinda nice.... They're growing on me.... At first, when I saw them on InStyle, I thought, those are weird dresses and must be hard to get in and out of.. now that I see them more and more, they're actually not that bad and are kinda (or rather, really) sexy...
Friday, December 19, 2008
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