KeepSake Ep3

Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs.

Proverbs 10:12

Happy LOOOVE month guys and girls!

Well technically it starts tomorrow but what the heck, I'm not blogging tomorrow. Or am I?

Well, it's true, to hate is to awaken disagreement, but to love..

For example, your parents reprimand you for some mistake that was either unwanted, accidental, not by you, or all of the above.

If you start hating them for that and begin to fight back, then you have a mess.

Meanwhile, if you sympathize with their anger and let their misinterpretation pass, let them speak, fake your guilt (after all, who else is to blame? better to own it than pass it!), then it'll be over. By the next day, you all are friends again.

That's the way it is. (At least, with me and my parents.)

Have a good week!

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Grades

Yes, I have my report card.
No, I have not shown them to my parents.

What is it with grades and having to let your parents know?
Isn't it enough to be disappointed and ashamed of yourself?
Is it mandatory to share that disappointment and shame?

Well, mock grades don't really count because:
a) I'm in the IB; and
b) I deserve these 4's.

Let me lay them out for you.

MATH    6
ECON    3
CHEM    4
ENGL    2
PHYS    4
NORW    4

What I don't get is that 2 in English.
Read my blog and tell me I'm stupid.
Ask me my for my previous grades in English and tell me I don't deserve a 5.

I'll tell you what the problem is.
Do you know Ryan?
If yes, stay far away.
If no, don't know him.
He's a sick hypocritic perfectionist.
He's also (disastrously) our English teacher.
While the world praises my English, he asks..
"So, Ria, have you been practicing on your grammar?"
(True story, folks. I was appalled.)

Meanwhile, let me say something about Economics.
Are you a retired bank personnel?
Do you want to be a teacher?
Are you Norwegian and can't speak good English?
Is your name also Mr. Fur Coat?
If yes, read on because this is for you.

I may not be a genius but I know competence when I see it.
Kudos to your former job at that bank, but you should've stayed there instead of coming to our school to teach Economics, especially in the IB.
You, sir, are incompetent and ridiculous.

1. You never gave us a syllabus.

2. Your idea of a lesson is handing out copies of up-to-date news articles regarding the economy, which is a good thing, but what you do is have us read them for a whole period and discuss it without regard to the current lesson.

3. Your other idea of a lesson is showing us ugly graphs (which are Norwegian) that have nothing to do with what we are supposed to be learning.

4. You speak at an average of a word per second, and you cannot even pronounce nor spell.

5. You tell your students to shut up (and I mean that, he really did tell them "Shut up") while you're "discussing" and continue to say that they are not smart enough to not pay attention.
(More like the other way around, buddy!)

6. You say we need to ask questions in class, in order to pull our grades up. Why bother when you are incapable of anwering them?

7. Because of your incoherent teaching and lack of English skills, you are therefore unqualified to assess our work.

Somebody stop me before I go overboard!

Nevertheless, I have never been under an educator as pathetic as you.
Go back to your fucking ledgers and stay there!

THE END.
(Anger can be tiring. Good night!)

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Soul Food Ep3

If you haven't heard of Angels And Airwaves, then you better check this..

I came across AVA about 2 years ago.

And around this time last year, I had all their albums and knew all of their songs like you know Lady Gaga.

Anyways, this one song sticks out. It's also the song that introduced me to AVA that time two years ago.

Here's Everything's Magic. Enjoy. Have a great weekend!

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KeepSake Ep2

On the first day of every week, each one of you should set aside a sum of money in keeping with his income, saving it up, so that when I come no collections will have to be made.

1 Corinthians 16:2

What this is telling me is "Leave all the fun stuff and get busy with projects because when the deadlines comes there won't be any deductions for lateness in submission."

Very well put, I gotta say.

I'm gonna get on that too. I have like 3 projects and I only have today to do it. Have a good week because I know I won't! xo

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Soul Food Ep2

Owl City was an interesting discovery.

After hearing Fireflies, I went to get all of their albums and EPs.

Here's my favorite..

 

 

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KeepSake (Pilot)

Since I migrated, I haven't been able to be as prayerful as I was back home.

And I'm making up for that by reading a Bible verse daily.

Sometimes I forget, but you really didn't have to know that.

So, what I'm getting at is...

KEEPSAKE.

A Sunday segment where I share my verse of the day and, a little (or long) reflection based on my own understanding and experience.

Piloting KeepSake, I have here the longest one I've got in days. This is from Luke 6:43-45.

No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers. The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.

In easy peasy words: Take the tree as a person, and that each person is identified by who or what they are and what they have to offer to the world. Good can never come out from evil. A person's true self is kept in his or her heart. When that heart overflows it creates the manner of how a person acts.

And however that is, his or her audience can decide whether their good or evil. *grin*

Okay, what I can say to that is... Well... I agree. *laugh*

Basically, it's talking about your identity.
You are what you do.
As much as I want to advise you to be carefully aware of your actions, I'm not going to.
Because being careful about your behavior only shuts YOU in.

I grew up in a place where "You are your family" and "You are your friends".
I came from a very good family and (duh) I am expected to be so.
Oh and I guess I am because I have attracted the best friends I could ask for. *sigh* Such nice humans.

Yeah, we're all good people. But that doesn't mean we're all the same. I'm not as responsible as my parents, nor as reckless as my brothers. I'm not as extreme or as shy as my friends. This is what makes me different. (And, if I may say so, incomprehensible.)

This is what makes YOU different. Don't be ashamed of your family, you can be better. Don't be too proud of them either, you're not all that. Don't choose your friends, however much the peer pressure is, it'll always be up to you to decide.

So, to cut it short, just BE YOURSELF.
Whether you're a good person or not, you have yourself to blame and change.

Have a great week!

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Soul Food (Weekend 1)

I'm a music person. In case I run out of things to say, let me introduce a new segment called..

SOUL FOOD.

It's basically a song-for-the-weekend kinda thing.

SO...

To launch Soul Food, here's the band that opened my eyes to the world called Music.

TGIF!

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Love your teachers.

Showtime is my new favorite show.
It's this new noontime show back home in the Philippines where amateurs showcase their talents for a chance to win.
This by far is the best talent show I've seen.
Besides the time limit,  there are no other rules.

PROOF:

A week ago, the usual new-every-week judges were brought in. In her commentary of the performers she asked one of them who Jose Rizal's father is. Poor kid doesn't know. She asks again who Jose Rizal's mother is. He doesn't know. How Jose Rizal got his name. Doesn't know. THEN SHE SAYS, "Ay murahin mo teacher mo." Something like, "Curse your teacher."

This remark got the show suspended for twenty days.

POINT!
My teachers (in the Philippines) are among the most respectable people in my life. They were not just mentors; they were family.

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