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World Teacher's Day

   For today’s sake of celebrating teachers, let me get down my memory lane circa 1994.  Ms. Florida Dao-ines was my grade 1 teacher in the then Kayan Community School. I thanked that I was bit of a reader so I was spared from her famed stick. Of course, my hearing wasn’t excused of her voice harping on the day’s if not yesterday’s lesson. Oh, I could see her small figure with her short curly hairdo passing by my grandparents’ place because she used to visit her brother on the next house. Ms. Dao-ines taught us room maintenance the organic way— scrub off graffiti on wooden desks with sandpaper tree leaves, sweep off dirt, whip the floor with banana leaves and finish it off with coconut husk. On my second year with my grandparents going as second grader, I had Teacher Jeaneth Juan. She was my first troop leader in GSP and Agadangan became a vivid memory of the Scout Movement. Enamored with her not-so-strict classroom bearing, my classmates and I were saddened when one day we came
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World 🦎 Day

August 14 . A gecko I photographed in Bugallon during our externship way back 2011. The lizards I stalked on perfecting shots of them against the frosty window. W orld Lizard Day, celebrated on the 14th of August every year. As with most of the oddities, the origins of this day are unclear, but it is being celebrated across political boundaries by the niche of reptile-lovers, conservationists and educators. M ost celebrations of this holiday occur at the local level, through events organized by schools, natural history or science museums, zoos, national parks, conservation NGOs etc. These can vary depending on the audience involved, but information sessions and fun activities usually remain a constant. Local pet stores may hold events for kids, to acquaint them with the pros and cons of keeping a lizard as a pet. Online communities also take this opportunity to pay homage to the cold-blooded reptiles, and increase the information flow around them. World Lizard Day has not yet be

World Reading Day 2020

This was my preggo days. Unbeknownst, I visited my OB-Gyne just thrice. The first two for the sonography of the tiny life budding in my tummy. The third time was because of an impending urinary tract infection. I had more time reading this book than supposed visits to an OB-Gyne. G-d had been so good to me and had me a safe delivery of a daughter. The self-help book reached another hand of an expectant friend.  Whiling time during not-so-hectic clinic duty,  I laid a book to gorge on. One co-employee barged in for a photo op.  I met these young minds when I was in Caloocan. One day, we found ourselves dating threesome in a library. Suddenly, I felt like I belonged!  Ah! The student days. No, I don't want to mention my "extended" years of stay studying that degree Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.

World 📖 Day

My first pile of books included biblical stories, poems and, the Grimms' fairy tales.  This Day of World Reading or Book, I am sharing with you the books of my life.  THE MILLIONAIRE MIND. This is Dad's number one favorite he shared to me. And if you want a sequel to a broader mind of the brilliant Thomas J. Stanley, get this for the consumption of your brain.  QUIET. It answered beyond asking about oneself's intricacy for introversion.  THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI. This will lead you to change your life's perspective. MARLEY AND ME. This is an endearing journey of a labrador and the family he got.  GENOME: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SPECIES. I came to know why men cheat. HOLY BIBLE. A professor once said in his class that we should read the Bible and that every genre was there -- romance, action...

My 2019

For today is mine, let my celebrity feel mode on and let the fishmongers in. My dark secrets are about to get spilled. Back to reality: My gratefulness to the                                                           of my life for making me a                                                   <goddess> (💯% narcissistic awareness),                                                                        a mother, and a .

Violet Vendetta

Original concepts play 😎. Since violet is the year's color, I wanted to come up with something that was about it.  I was thrilled that very second the alliterative violet vendetta made a ping on my mind. I Google-d to add more to what violet or vendetta had aside from violet being a strip of the ROYGBIV and vendetta synonymous to vengeance. And pop! 😂 to my two surprises, one was a band and the other a lady wrestler! Whoa. 😛😅😆 Still, I pursue on the title I wanna think originally made up by me. Make way out of 2018 with exuberance. Solo parenting gets me accustomed to what not's. Profession is whetted with CPD's. Clientele is growing. 2019 calendar is now on the wall. A new 🏡 is about to be called home. More pizza to devour. More toys on the tow. New things to try on.

My HRH Tale

     Coming home? Home to where high school life empties your memory bank.      Honestly, I don't have a very happy high school life. My heartaches were three-fourths of my circle of fun. My first year diary told about excitement. I was excited about the new everything--uniform, classmates and teachers. I can picture the very first day I stood before class introducing myself -- my name, age and hobbies! More classmates came in turn up front. I remember my seatmate who found one classmate's flared up nose funny while talking. I came to imagine if my nostrils flared up the same and my seatmate reacted the same. I'd like to remember that she got to be amused and that there was no hint of bullying. At least, she was attentive. I felt that all I had was fussing over things that didn't even concern me. Add to things like these was the stiff competition over grades. I developed a bigger resentment on math subjects rooting that it was my Achilles' heel. My grandfat