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littletimoune
13 April 2010 @ 12:12 pm

it's been quite a while since the last time i've felt emptied enough to be filled up this way. i feel so much gratitude for god's presence being very real to me today.  for the first time in a long time, my prayer tonight was not a "help me, help me, help me" but a "thank you, thank you, thank you".  it's just too unfortunate that i had to lose someone to get here.  how i wish i got here first before i met him, because he's such a great person to lose. love does not end, it simply reshapes itself but it cannot be done if it is a square peg lodged - no, fastened - into a round hole.  it has to free itself first...in the hope that when it is done being reshaped, that it would fit into the old round hole, if the round hole has not reshaped itself.    

 
 
 
littletimoune
23 March 2010 @ 12:33 pm
I Am Sam.  During the last week of the term, I showed my Primary 6 class the movie, "I Am Sam".  I was a bit apprehensive at first because I was afraid that they might not enjoy the movie and get bored.  For those who have not seen "I Am Sam", it is a story of a mentally retarded man who fought for the custody of his 7-year-old daughter, who, in the process, was able to teach his workaholic, hard-hearted lawyer about life and love.  As I was observing them, they seemed interested enough, although I wasn't sure if it was authentic interest in the story or simply an authentic joy of not having to sit through one of my lectures.  As there were several interruptions, with people knocking and giving announcements, I was afraid the time was not enough for us to finish the movie and allow them ample time to complete their reflection.  With a quarter of the movie still left, I said, "I'll forward it a bit ah because it's almost the end of the period."  To my surprise and delight, they had violent reactions.  One student kept on laughing in one part but I knew she was just concealing the fact that she was crying.  Another student asked me where I got the dvd because she wants to get her own copy.  This is the same class I had struggled with for half a year.  During the first term, if I squint hard enough, I'd see that they're kind-hearted, sure, but this is the kind of class that was happy-go-lucky, rowdy and unruly.  They were quite uncomfortable with expressing empathy.  Now, I'm proud to find very meaningful reflections of the movie, "I Am Sam".

Choki-choki.  Students in our school come from rich families.  At least twice every month, there would be students celebrating their birthdays by treating all the classmates and all the teachers, whether you are teaching the child or not, to packed lunch or a scrumptious cake.  One of my students whose parents are always out of town, came to my table during my lunch break and gave me six sticks of choki-choki.  It's melted chocolate that you push out of an elongated plastic container and you sip it through the other side.  It's like those Kraft cheese sticks, only it's not cheese but chocolate.  :P  Later, I found out that he saved the money for this occasion.  He treated his classmates to drinks - coke and fruit tea.  Wondering why I got choki-choki instead, his classmates later told me that he asked them what I liked and that was what they told him.  That was one of the best birthday treats I received.   


marami pa pero malamok sa kuwarto na ito.  babay muna.  tidur dulu. 

 
 
 
littletimoune
23 March 2010 @ 11:42 am
(Enter Kate Monster & Princeton.)
Both:
Everyone's a little bit racist
Sometimes.
Doesn't mean we go
Around committing hate crimes.
Look around and you will find
No one's really color blind.
Maybe it's a fact
We all should face
Everyone makes judgments
Based on race.


Ever since I moved to Jakarta to work at an international school, I had declared myself as a citizen of the world, not so much in terms of residence but in terms of loyalty.  Of course, I will always be Filipino - sa isip, sa salita, at sa gawa (in mind, word, and deed / thoughts, words, and actions) - but I also chose to tread the new path with a heart that goes out to people and not just to Filipinos.  Everyone deserves the same compassion, the same love.  That, I believe, was how I learned to love my students and colleagues and the work that I do, by being open to what opportunities the experiences will bring me.  I had been careful to not be too ethnocentric.  To not fall into the trap of thinking that Filipinos do it best.  That the Filipino way is the only way.  There were times when I felt I was missing the familiar work environment, but it was not the Filipino work environment, perse, I was missing. 

A friend of mine once told me, "You cannot expect people to work in the same way that you do, Jowi. As long as the goals are the same, people must be able to work in the way they know best"  I agreed then and I agree now.  In fact, a leader should be able to manage his or her people and allow them to do their best in the things they do best.  S/he must not insist on his own way of doing things.  In such case, therefore, the important thing is that the objectives are clearly disseminated and the people are inspired to reach the goals together.  "Hows" are more palatable when the "whys" are explicit and comprehensible.  Yes, the ways of doing things can and will be different.  But I believe that it is reasonable to expect that something is being done. That people are doing different things towards the same goal, yes. But people must be doing something.  Way back in grade school, I remember my groupmates ousting one of my classmates for being a freeloader.  Freeloading is just not good practice.

Special events allow for a showcase of special talents - art, physical abilities, kinetic abilities, music, beauty, etc.  A friend told me that the event allowed her to see the differences in culture - that some were more into it than others.  That it was not possible for them to have the same intensity.  In my mind, I asked if it is really a difference in racial culture or just a difference in personality.  Because I believe the drive for excellence is universal.  It is either you strive for excellence or you don't.  It has nothing to do with whether you are Filipino or American or Indonesian or Australian.  True, some cultures are more loud, more "out there" and therefore appear more driven and more passionate.  But to me, you take your passion and make it happen.  It doesn't have to be ostentatious.  You can be passionate yet quiet at the same time but quietude due to apathy and unwillingness to do the job is a different thing altogether. 

Of course, I don't think she was being racist against us whom she thought were very "in to it".  I didn't think of it that way.  It was even a compliment, I believe.  But isn't that a little racist against her own race, thinking that they, as a race, are not capable of the same passion and drive for excellence?



But then again... I am reminded by Kate Monster and Princeton...that...

Ethinic jokes might be uncouth,
But you laugh because
They're based on truth.
Don't take them as
Personal attacks.
Everyone enjoys them -
So relax! 

 
 
 
littletimoune
21 February 2010 @ 10:33 am
"World Of Our Own"

You make me feel funny
When you come around
Yeah that's what I found out honey
What am I doing without you
You make me feel happy
When I leave you behind
It plays on my mind now honey
What am I doing without you

Took for granted everything we had
As if I'd find someone
Who's just like you

We got a little world of our own
I'll tell you things that no one else knows
I let you in where no-one else goes
What am I doing without you
And all of the things I've been looking for
Have always been here outside of my door
And all of the time I'm looking for something new
What am I doing without you

Well I guess I'm ready
For settling down
And fooling around is over
And I swear that it's true
No buts or maybes
When I'm falling down
There's always someone who saves me
And girl it's you

Funny how life can be so surprising
I'm just realising what you do

We got a little world of our own
I'll tell you things that no one else knows
I let you in where no-one else goes
What am I doing without you
And all of the things I've been looking for
Have always been here outside of my door
And all of the time I'm looking for something new
What am I doing without you

Well it's feeling right now
So let's do it right now
Praying that some how
You will understand the way
It's feeling right now baby somehow
I won't let this slip away

We got a little world of our own
I'll tell you things that no one else knows
I let you in where no-one else goes
What am I doing without you
And all of the things I've been looking for
Have always been here outside of my door
And all of the time I'm looking for something new
What am I doing without you

 
 
 
littletimoune
23 January 2010 @ 03:06 am
 
there's a fine, fine line....
 
 
 
littletimoune
22 January 2010 @ 12:05 pm
 
sometimes joy is a blessing, but normally it is a conquest.
 
 
 
littletimoune
21 January 2010 @ 09:09 pm
 
Love does not rejoice in injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.
 
 
 
littletimoune
18 January 2010 @ 08:31 pm
 
has been loving the rain lately...except when it enters her room...and floods her floor...and wets her stuff... :( but she loves the cold bed weather nonetheless... :)
 
 
 
littletimoune
18 January 2010 @ 12:43 am
 
is listening to Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, Ennio Morricone and the Glee Soundtrack on shuffle. How's that for assorted genre?
 
 
 
littletimoune
17 January 2010 @ 10:07 pm
 
"There are no short cuts to any place worth going."