sometimes to other times..

Why do I get emotional every time the topic would be about family?

Around 3 years ago when I met around 20 4th year high school students. I was 19 at that time and they were around 16-18 years old, some were even same age with me,and few were older.

One of my many treasured learnings with them happened one hot afternoon inside the classroom. The topic at that time was about families. There was an article which I insisted on them to read. After the reading, hey said the article wasn’t that interesting! I got angry stating that it isn’t easy searching for lessons. One of them stood up and said, why would we bother to read someone else’s story where in fact that’s exactly the same with ours!

Then they were already narrating their own broken family stories. As the person who is in charge of the class, I knew I have to do or say something.

But how could I give reactions to something which I myself is trying to figure out.

There are times when I feel like I have come to terms with this completely. But, then there are some moments when I feel myself breaking into little pieces. There was this day I was on the jeepney and I overheard this man telling his daughter that the most important thing in the world was love, and I felt myself tearing up... wishing that it had been this way.

I do have a lot of amazing friends, and I often tell myself that the family that makes yourself can be greater than the one that you have.

Forgiveness, love and acceptance were not that open but we can feel it. I am still lucky to have them. Cause I never have to really experience a very difficult life. My life is still better compared to others, though I don’t want to compare…

People whom I have met envy me at least a little for that, and I feel proud about it.

I have been raised knowing the do’s and don’ts in life. I may stumble, but I knew they would always be there especially my mom..

But every so often I have this faint longing for a Walton's style family…

I will never have a perfect family... but sometimes I really wish that things were different.

haha sometimes…

mistakes..

I want to believe that in this world there is still what we call perfect. But how could I do that when everyone says that the world is full of mistakes...

I came to realize that they are somewhat true.
1. My family, growing up to a family having your mother on one side and your father on the other side..I want to believe its normal, but it isn't. Sometimes I'm ashamed of telling about my family background,cause what I have is different from what most people have..

2. My name, my mom said they didn't plan to have another child. I have been their second daughter before the separation.. But still they decided to have me... and it all started there..My birth certificate says I have been born on the 6th of January 1986.. got no choice but to follow that..so now, im 24 according to the documents..

3. My decisions..? Some people say that I'm crazy giving up a good starting career in the Philippines with a good pay to something which I'm not actually very sure of. Like what? Coming here in the Land of Smiles..maybe they are correct,but at the same time wrong. I haven't given up that career jz because I want to. I gave up on that because I felt that I wasn't learning anymore. I want to learn..I want to grow.
To something which I'm not very sure of? It's really a risk coming in here.. But i jz do hope that the decision which i made will make me learn more,grow more.. and be the person who I wanted to be.. Be the person who I wanted to be?? Haha like what??

Who moved my cheese?

-one of my class discussions during my reading class way back..

Inter to high-inter students

Who Moved My Cheese? is a parable that takes place in a maze. Four beings live in that maze: Sniff and Scurry are mice—non analytical and nonjudgmental, they just want cheese and are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Hem and Haw are "little people," mouse-size humans who have an entirely different relationship with cheese. It's not just to sustain them; it's their self-image. Their lives and belief systems are built around the cheese they've found. Hem and Haw, the tiny people, emulate us humans with all our faults, fears and frustrations. They provide us with distinct personalities that mimic many stressed-out individuals we have grown to know.

Change can be a blessing or a curse, depending on your perspective. The message of Who Moved My Cheese? is that all can come to see it as a blessing, if they understand the nature of cheese and the role it plays in their lives. Most of us reading the story will see the cheese as something related to our livelihoods--our jobs, our career paths, the industries we work in--although it can stand for anything, from health to relationships. The point of the story is that we have to be alert to changes in the cheese, and be prepared to go running off in search of new sources of cheese when the cheese we have runs out.

And although more analytical and skeptical readers may find the tale a little too simplistic, its beauty is that it sums up all natural history in just few pages. Things change. They always have changed and always will change. And while there's no single way to deal with change, the consequence of pretending change won't happen is always the same: The cheese runs out.

This is a brief tale of two mice and two humans who live in a maze and one day are faced with change: someone moves their cheese. Reactions vary from quick adjustment to waiting for the situation to change by itself to suit their needs. This story is about adjusting attitudes toward change in life, especially at work. Change occurs whether a person is ready or not, but the author affirms that it can be positive. His principles are to anticipate change, let go of the old, and do what you would do if you were not afraid.