Jumping jacks

On top of yoga, I do THIS workout, and I hate it. The only reason I haven’t quit yet is because I don’t quit easily.

It’s called the seven-minute workoit and it’s literally just seven minutes long. Tne first one is the jumping jacks. For thr past few days I’ve cheated because I don’t do the jumping part; I just do the arm raising part. Today I did the jumps and because I did this after yoga (focus on warrior poses–strenuous for the legs), my legs were ready to kill me. I have no idea why I even decided to do it after so many warrior poses.

In hindsight, I’m glad I did it just because.


I cheated at jumping jacks


Gratitude list

  • Jumping jacks
  • Joy: I’m counting the days to my next period using an app I just downloaded, and one of the things it asks me to input as part of its cycle analysis is my mood for the day. I realized that I only pay attention to my mood when I’m PMS, which in my dictionary stands for PLENTY of MOOD SWINGS. The app reminded me to keep track also of my happy or joyful moments, and this has helped me be grateful for each day. I end up reflecting if I were happy or joyful by recalling my day, and the brief reflection allows me to find something good within my day.
  • Juice: I’m no fan of juice, but sometimes it’s a welcome break from ice cold water on a hot summer day.


I’m a relatively healthy person with only a dust allergy and 120/120 vision to mar my otherwise perfect medical record. I’ve been sick, yes, but nothing chronic has plagued me…

…until now.

My tailbone has been bothering me since October. I was at another conference and all I did was SIT on school chairs from sun up to sun down. That’s when I noticed my tailbone started to hurt. The pain went away eventually, but I noticed it would hurt again when I’m seated for a long time. I looked it up online and found that it IS indeed caused by prolonged sitting on hard surfaces. It usually goes away on its own i. A few weeks or months, but now I’m worried because it’s five months after and I still feel a bit of pain.

According to Google, poor posture and weight loss contributes to this. I’m not exactly known for my good posture, so I’m struggling to correct that. My weight loss has not been significant either. I wasn’t even trying to lose weight. It just happened because I got the stomach bug at the end of January which kept me in bed (and running to the bathroom) for about two days. 

I’m back to yoga to build my core strength and my lower back, but I’m also mindful that I don’t lose any significant amount of weight to make sure the padding around my tailbone doesn’t thin out and make it hurt any more.

Gratitude list:

  • Hugs: I’m not one to welcome hugs from strangers, but hugs from the right people boost me up instantly. Last night I needed a hug badly and I got it. 😘
  • Health: Despite the tailbone pain, I’m still grateful that all my senses are working and that I can still stand up and walk and run and lie down and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air in my town.
  • Hope: I choose to hope for and act to bring about the good instead of complaining about the bad.

New everything

Everything is new for me right now.



And even mistakes.

I take it one day at a time.

I’ll go crazy if I don’t.

A World at War, Seen from a Fancy TV

Life on the 11th Floor

As a teacher of privileged teenage boys, it’s hard to put into context the bombings and wars happening around the world. It’s unclear to me the boundaries that we have to follow in terms of their own households’ openness to discuss the issues that plague the atrocities that happened. How do we frame the context of humanity without talking about the religious and political context we are in?

Sometimes I don’t know if I should do what is akin to a splash of boiling water to their faces, and tell them: Wake up. The world is a mess. Do what you can for each other because that’s all you have left.

Then again, cynicism is bad for young adults so I try to put a positive spin on everything. It was difficult to write because I had to be hopeful and nice, which do not come naturally to me. Here…

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A Gratitude List

  • love
  • coffee
  • the expressway
  • honesty
  • freedom
  • time
  • love
  • “FINALLY!!!!”
  • screaming friends
  • love
  • FB messenger stickers
  • a bruised knee
  • love


Love, Rosie (2014)

Stars Lily Collins and the guy who played Finnick in the Hunger Games series.

Truth be told I don’t remember how I got a copy of this film. All of a sudden it was just THERE, and because my mind refuses to finish the details for my quarterly performance task, I popped this in the player and just sat there, letting my eyes gloss over the images and the words flit in and out of my ear.

Contemplating the cruelty of life.

Contemplating the cruelty of life.

When I finally turned my full attention to the movie, all I can think of is how utterly unlucky Rosie was. I mean, look at that face above. That woman is contemplating how COMPLETELY horrible the fates and the entire universe have been to her. I honestly don’t know what she did to deserve such things to happen to her, and I couldn’t help but want to reach out to her and just slap her and tell her, “JUST TELL HIM ALREADY!”

But I know now that it’s easier said than done.

And so she kept quiet.

Because it was easier that way.

Or was it?

Her life had been horrible because she didn’t tell her best friend how she really felt.

Could she have avoided the mishap with the douchebag who got her pregnant had she just told Alex how she felt?

Could she have avoided being a single mom had she just told Alex what happened?

Could she have gotten him back had she just told him what she wanted when she visited him?

And so on and so forth.

I felt for Rosie throughout the movie. Every time her eyes lost their spark because she missed a chance, every time her face fell because she had to face another piece of bad news, every time she cried, oh I cried with her.

Makes you think:

Is keeping silent about your feelings worth all that pain?

Manila International Book Fair 2015

Last September 16-20,2015 was the Manila International Book Fair held in the SMX Convention Center in the Mall of Asia compound. Bibliophiles like me braved the horrendous Manila traffic just to pay homage to books, books, and more books!

I’m not sure exactly how many bookstores or publishing houses were there, but there were A LOT. The space was huge, but because of the number of booths and the hordes of people who came, things quickly got claustrophobic. Thankfully, Filipino bibliophiles are polite and respectful and no shoving or trampling over one another to get to a book was experienced.

I went two years ago to the book fair and got only about three or four books. I expected this year to be the same, but I came out with not five nor ten but 13! Two of those, in my defense, were for my sisters. The purchase of the rest I justified by saying I could use them all in class.

Here’s my haul: