"Mean Girls" at 4

Yay! No class and I get to watch Harry Potter today! :)

I find it sad that I already have to deal with bitchiness among 4-year old girls. I mean, what have their parents been doing all this time?! If this is how they act toward their peers at this age, how much more evil could they manifest when they're teenagers?!

There are two girls in my class who always play together, as they were classmates since last year. Princess A is curly-haired, dark-skinned, chubby, with big eyes and a know-it-all. She insists on getting her turn all the time, she makes "irap" when she gets bumped, stepped on, etc. and makes sumbong to her teachers all the time. She used to be a crybaby last year, insisting that her parents watch her by the door as she plays, probably making sure that she's got her back covered and she can do anything she wants.

Princess B is a pretty ballerina with a good heart, always helping her classmates to open their food, getting their nametags, etc. She's very gentle, soft-spoken and smart too. (I guess you now know whose side I am on.) She adores Princess A so much that she's like a sick puppy following her around. Princess A (or Evil Stepsister) gets too annoyed that she ignores her completely (thereby making her cry and tell her teachers, "She's not talking to me!") OR she orders Princess B around and tells her to do things for her!

One time in the playground, we overheard Princess B said, "I'm going to be the princess!" and Evil Stepsister retorted, "It's not your decision!" which made Princess B shut up. And there was another time when I was playing a game to test how fast they can answer correctly. Napikon ata with me because she can't get it right. And when she did get it right once, she stuck out her tongue and exclaimed, "You're a loser! You're a loser!" WHAT A BITCH! Hindi na nga maganda, pangit pa ugali!

Anyway, I think Princess B is starting to learn that if her old friends don't treat her right, she's always welcome to make new ones. Now she's befriending the other girls in class and I secretly hope that Evil Stepsister will eventually feel left out! Haha.

HELL in the mornings

For the second time this week, I was 45 minutes late for work. It took me more than an hour and a half to travel from Sucat to Alabang last Monday and this morning. It's so unfair to be leaving at the earliest possible time and getting stuck at a standstill and missing a third of my class time. For someone who's almost always the first one to arrive, it's very frustrating. This morning was the worst, because I had no choice but to endure Sucat traffic because of the nasty rains and flooded bottleneck at CAA. Haaay!

So it's not just the confusion at work or the rowdiness of the kids that makes my head hurt. Everything's really testing my patience nowadays! It's been raining almost nonstop, here's hoping that I get to sleep in tomorrow morning... crossing my fingers for a long weekend! :)

Boracay in July

Peejo doesn't like it when I stay up late to go Facebooking or blogging, but since he already bade me goodnight and he doesn't go on Multiply... I think I'm safe. Haha. It's been a while and I kinda missed it, and I have a lot on my mind lately, so maybe I ought to be given credit and try to unload my thoughts a little bit.

This is just one of the many breathtaking views I captured from my window seat aboard the PAL Express to Boracay last Thursday. I didn't tell people I'd be going back to the island for the second time this year, my boss even forgot I filed for a leave to accompany my balikbayan relatives to their first ever trip to a Philippine beach (I insisted that they visit places other than malls). Anyway, I wasn't really expecting a fantastic vacation because I had my period to begin with (boohoo), but I welcomed the change in environment because I had been sick since the week before and I felt that things weren't going well for me at that time.

When in doubt about God's presence, go ride a plane. The islands down below that are outlined in white and surrounded by blue and the white puffy clouds just like these can only lead you to believe that there really is an omniscient being responsible for all these beautiful things. A sore throat has been bugging me for almost two weeks, my patience was wearing thin with the kids at school, and I felt I was losing my touch in terms of work, and it led me to dread waking up in the mornings. That getaway came right on time, just when I needed it.



The waters were rough on White Beach, it was drizzling/raining all the time, I was cold and the clothes I brought were all beach wear, my cough was still there, and I was feeling fat. I thought the only redeeming moment was when I ordered a 7-cheese pizza with bacon and pesto all for myself. I got stranded in the restaurant and ate half of it, only to find out it wasn't as good as it once tasted. Sigh.

But I guess any kind of seascape have calming effects on everyone. It was a treat walking barefoot along the beach and seeing the nearby island get all fogged up from a distance. It's not so bad after all. I figured that the kids are still going to be as many and as rowdy as the last time, that work will still pile up, that I will still get confused or rattled along the way, but it's up to me to do something about it. Should I wallow in frustration or accept and make the most out of it? In the end, it's just going to entail a change of perspective.

I hopped on the plane ride home with the giddiness of a schoolgirl, missing Peejo and getting myself all wound up to face the traffic, the noise, the busy-ness of the coming week. Note to self: Steer clear of Bora from July onwards, you'll spend the rest of your vacation holed up in your hotel room, freezing your ass off.