Kiddie Love Problems and Gender Issues

Sa kubo habang ang mga bata ay nakapila galing sa CR

John: Cher Crush daw po ni Oliver si Leann
Oliver: Hala. Inaano kita.
John Rex: (Umiiling habang nagkakamot ng ulo) Akin yun eh! Tsk. Inaagawan ako.
McLaine: Buti na lang ako walang kaagaw kay Jaylin.

Cher Ja: Anong naramdaman mo na naagawan ka?
JR: Ang sakit Cher! (With matching pounding of the chest with the left hand)

Me: Bakit kayo pinalabas ni teacher?
Girl: Kasi po nagsakalan kami.
Boy: Eh sya naman poo nanguna.
Me: Bakit nga?
Boy: Kasi po tinawag nya kong Nashyboy.
Me: Eh boy ka naman talaga ha.
Boy: (No Response)

This boy also puts Nancy on his First Name on test papers.
Like this: Nancy (First Name) (Last Name)


Thank you Kiddielets. You never know how much fun you bring to my day. When I am with you, all my sadness seems to fly away.

Today is The National Day of Mourning for the SAF Fallen 44.I may not know them but my heart is with the families they have left behind. It is very very hard losing somebody you love so much. The only consolation they get is the fact that they died as heroes. This nation had lost 44 brave countrymen who pledged to protect every Filipino. May justice be served. 
May the President also show more sympathy and be more sincere with whatever he is saying. As my sister-in-law said "na-sense ng tearducts ko na walang kwenta yung mga pinagsaaabi nya. Umurong ang luha ko." 

It's Friday, hopefully I get to have a good sleep.

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Hate Post

thought saying NO to you was going to be a hard thing to do. I thought I couldn't do it but I finally did and it gave me that liberating feeling. 

Our connection had been based on assumptions and unspoken words, I thought it was enough. That having you beside me even we dont have any spoken commitment  will be an assurance that you will stay with me until I saw you with another girl. You smile at her like the way you had smiled at me. You hold her hands like you held mine. You stare at her face lovingly. 

You started talking about her and my world began to crumble. I thought we had something going on. It was just me who thought so. I thought actions speak louder than words. Not in this case, I had mistinterpreted your actions to be that of having a deeper meaning, a deeper connection, an unspoken commitment. Reality hit me. Hard. Enough to break my heart and soul. 

I stopped talking to you and you never tried reaching out until you felt lonely again. You only remember me when you're alone. You are unfair. I used to think of you all the time, wishing you were beside me. I used to think of you when I was happy, wishing you were beside me. I used to think of you when I am alone. I wonder what were you doing, who you were with and if you were thinking of me as well. But you, you only think of me wen you're lonely. 

In a differet situation, I would have been relunctant to say No to your invitation. I would have felt special with you remembering me. But you treated me unfairly. I may have done so many things I can never be proud of but I have paid my dues and I dont deserve to be somebody you can just call when you are lonely. 

I admit it gets a bit sad being alone but I'd rather be alone than be used by some jerk like you. I had gotten used to the feeling of solitude.

I've come to learn that being assumptive can only be applied in business negotiations particularly in my previous line of work. I work to assume while claiming can only be done with aspirations and dreams. 

When it comes to relationship and commitment, assumption and actions don't go together. 

No matter how well he or she means, no matter how true it could be unless it was declared in words, never assume. 

As it was stated in the Bible: 

Ask and you shall receive. 

I asked, but it was already too late. I am already hurt and full of hatred just because I assumed first.

I am saving the story of my stupidity for another day. But I guess this is my stupid story. No more chances of saving it for another day. Oh well, I am alive. I will survive.

The Seafarer has arrived!

Last Friday, 01.23.2015, me and Sep had finally met Froi Dencio of On My Own Sojourn. After many months of reading, exchanging ideas on each other's pages, we finally get to meet him in person and see that killer smile in real life. Just like the other OFW bloggers I have met, he was generous enough to give us pasalubong which I had been expecting because he told me he got me something from Barcelona. Hehehehe....

I had always loved seeing snowglobes. They are so cute! So thank you for this. It now sits on top of my worktable while the chocolates are not safe in my tummy :D 
Fridays usually a chill day for us in school. However, it was a different kind of Friday for me in school. We had to stay late to rush a paperwork, there was also a birthday treat by one of our teacher and we were served free lunch. I don't usually stay late in school. I always look forward to my afternoon nap. No nap happened that day. With the grading sheets on my mind, I just changed to clothes and grabbed my bag full of school stuff, hoping that I can still come earlier than them and finish a few things. That didn't happen as well.

Sep was already in the area when I arrived. Froi was running late because he had some personal errands to do. As for me and Sep, we did a lot of catching up! The last time we saw each other was during my post birthday celebration. All the plans of meeting before the end of 2014, never transpired. So there was really a lot stories to share. a lot of things had changed from the last time we talked and it's really great to see that him looking good. 

Froi arrived and he was already wearing that wide, beaming smile on his face. Politely introduced himself and shook our hands. Sat down and then there was non-stop talking from the three of us! We were both Bicolanos so there were really a lot of familiar things to talk about. From getting to know each other to random stuff, to naughty stuff. We got it all covered!

I never got to do the grades and the intervention sheet, but I had a great time with them! 

Froi's innocence had vanished. I hope not all. Hahahaha. I hope you didn't get traumatized getting to know us personally :P 

We didn't go home without souvenir photos and evidence! Haha.. Babysep, when will we ever get to see your photogenic face? Photo taken from Froi's blogpage. 
Meeting people in person from the blogworld is something I am always excited about. I have met some and still in contact with a few of them and are now friends no matter how miles we are from each other. There were also that even if we live on the same area, we hardly get the chance to catch up with each others' lives due to different priorities. Nevertheless, the internet, the blogs, the SMS had always been a good way to stay connected.

Til the next meetup! :)

Why I Write 2.0

I was trying to remember the very first day I had posted on this blog. I know I can go back to it but I'm kind of lazy. As usual.

As far as I know, every month of January, is the birthday month of my blog!

Happy Birthday my little corner Saturdaythoughts!

This little corner had been a documentation of how my two years had gone and I do look forward to keep on documenting it as much as I can. Figuring out why I write what I write here is something I try to figure out every time I write. All I know that every time I get to post something here, whether random or thoughtfully composed, is a sense of achievement. I feel like this page should be named Scattered Thoughts. Hmmm.. That is something I could consider for future revamp of this little corner. 

This littler corner gained me friends. Online and offline. I don't know how that happened nevertheless, I am grateful. Thank you for taking time to read what is in my head, for watching my crazy vids which I actually enjoying doing, so, I expect more vids in the future! Hahaha. Also, for sharing your thoughts and sentiments in the comments sections. Being a writer used to be one of my biggest dreams, until I realized that it was not something meant for me. I have made friends in the sense that, I get to have that external support or share the same sentiments or just plainly an opposite idea. I don't get enclosed in my own beliefs. I learn to respect other's opinion and constantly learn from others as well. 

This little corner takes me back to my rollercoaster ride of emotions. I admit, it is easier for me to write something when I am the peak of my emotion. Whether heartbreak, sadness, fear, happiness, and most especially. gratefulness. Every post is a story of my life. It is a story that taught me something. Made me realize something. Molded me to be who I am today. I wish I can write all. My phone and tablet are filled with anecdotes and personal opinions on so many things. Hoping that one day, I can have the chance to turn the drafts into full posts. There's just a lot. I wish I could just copy-paste it here, but it will just confirm the idea of this page being Scattered Thoughts. Every piece of writing presents a part of me. 

Why do I write? Because I want to remember me. I want to have something to look back into. With the abundance of Katherines out there, I want to see what makes me an entirely unique Katherine that I am-- my stories. The stories of my life can only happen once in my timeline. The emotions and people can be repeatedly mentioned but the stories about how it all occurred and happened will never ever be the same. Having the opportunity to look back and read about my past, would mean that I am still alive. I had survived a heartbreak. I had experienced joy. 

I am not scared of being forgotten but truly, it really is scary to forget as one blogger have said.  

The Visit

 Pope Francis had left the country today. His visit had flooded my facebook newsfeed, our television won’t talk about anything else about but his whereabouts and the Philippines is all over the news, local and international.

I am no Catholic. I was raised as a Fundamental Baptist however, I have deep respect for other religions. With that, I find it very critical to say my own thoughts with the Pope’s visit. I need to be careful because I don’t want or mean to hurt anyone’s religion. Because I also don’t want to be hurt in return.

In the news, 6-7 million people were in the Luneta Park yesterday for the Pope’s last mass of his 5-day visit in the country. On my facebook newsfeed, I see that some of my friends and their families were there. All of whom despite the non-stop rains had that blessed feeling to share.

It was a sight to behold-- how faith can unite a nation and even the world. How one person can move the people to action. How one song can bring tears to one’s eyes. How one prayer can restore faith in those that got lost. I took time to read the full texts of his addresses and speeches and I cant help but be touched and blessed as well. After all, it is not religion that will save us. It is our personal faith in Christ Jesus. His humility was very much evident when on the news before his arrival, he said that he wanted the people to focus on Jesus and not him.

The greatest gift we can give to them is our friendship, our concern, our tenderness, our love for Jesus. To receive Jesus is to have everything; to give him is to give the greatest gift of all.
-       Pope Francis


Allow yourselves to be surprised by God and don’t be frightened of surprises. They shake the ground from underneath your feet and they make us unsure, but they move us forward in the right direction.
-       Pope Francis

This quote had a good conversation with my housemate lead me to feel at peace and set aside my worries. Letting the element of faith restore my balance. 

My days are filled with worries about the future. As this 2-year fellowship is about to end, I can’t help but be scared for myself if my target company will hire me. I still have to find the answer on how could I transfer all the things I’ve learned in the public school to future leadership opportunities.

So, my worries should not be that of the future. I cast all my worries upon Jesus and I am excited for the surprise that awaits me. For now, I should worry about tomorrow. How to go about the day—what to eat, what to teach, how to teach.


Last Song Syndrome

May sipon ako, at nag-overflow ang toyo sa utak ko kaya kumanta na lang ako. LOLS. Anong connect?

1. This song had been playing in my head for a week now. 
2. I had nothing to do. No actually, I have a lot of other things to do, but I am on my maladaptive mode again. 
3. I just got Fernando back and it felt so good to play and play and sing.
4. In defense of myself, it was already raining when I started singing :P
5. I guess, I can start my video collections of songs I can sing and name it MeowCollections. Bwahahahaha.. 

Wala Akong Alam.

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I Stood Above the Clouds!

Starting the year with a climb at the third highest peak in the country, Mt. Pulag was a great decision. I wish I can do it as a yearly habit.

The invitation came into me from someone I haven't met personally but I seem to have an affinity with meeting people in weird places and situations. All of the people in the group, were people I had met for the first time in that climb. It felt awkward at first but  then as hours passed by and conversations were made, we all seem to get a long so well. One of the common ground will always be the love for climbing mountains. 

I had been wanting to climb Mt. Pulag since 2010. However, due to limited funds and weird work schedules, it took me four years before I could say yes to an invitation. Deep inside me, I wish I had done it with the person who taught me to love this adventure. I really should learn to stop thinking about that person. I really should. No more dramas. 

Moving forward, I've known quite a lot of people who had climbed Mt. Pulag. Some were good experiences, others were very horrible that when I told them I will be climbing, I was bombarded with a lot of reminders. The not-so good stories really scared the hell out of me. I didn't say it to my parents because they may not allow me to join this trip if I say so.

5-hour trip to Baguio City via Victory Liner. 
3-hour trip to Ambangeg, Benguet for Breakfast and Registration at the DENR office
1-hour trip to Babadak Ranger Station- Drop Off Point.

The team I am with. We still look fresh and excited about the climb. We were waiting for the guides and porters to get cleared so we can start walking. Photo Credits to Mia Clarissa Alarcon

Going to Camp 1, according to Ate Jane, our guide, takes an average of 1 hour.

From the Babadak Ranger Station. Off to Camp 1. Photo Credits to Mia Clarissa Alarcon

Vegetation Trail. This is the view going to Camp 1. Photo Credits to Mia Clarisssa Alarcon
Just a few minutes of waking uphill, I was already having difficulty breathing. In my head, I had been thinking if it will be right decision to change my mind and not continue for the fear of asthma attack and altitude sickness. However, I was also saying a silent prayer for God to give me strength so I can keep walking. And I kept walking and we reached Camp 1 in 40 minutes!

Camp 1 Selfie up in the mountains. While walking, I had took off my jacket because I am perspiring in the cold weather. Felt good though.

Off to Camp 2. Photo Credits to Mia Clarissa Alarcon
The trail going to the summit are well-kept and maintained. The challenges one might encounter really is the altitude sickness, weather get colder and colder as it gets darker and unpredictable rains up in the mountains. Average walk time to Camp 2 is 2 hours. We were able to beat that at 1 hour and 40 minutes. 

This is the campsite where we will pitch our tents. Photo Credits to Mia Clarissa Alarcon 
This is how it looks like when we arrived.

Then the sky started to clear.

And off we are to go to the summit just in time for the sunset. Ate Jane, our guide said that usually just takes around 45 minutes to an hour to reach the summit from Camp 2. But for us, it took almost 2 hours! Because of the many photo ops that happened along the way. 

Just like this. Photo Credit to Mia Clarrisa Alarcon

I am 2,922 masl! Feels like heaven with matching halo :)

More photo ops from up above while waiting for the sun to set. As the sun disappears, the temperature gets colder too. 

Of course, the sunrise is also a sight to behold.

Sun on the rise 01.04.2015. The best spot to watch the sunrise in Mt. Pulag is at the Tower Station. Photo Credits to Joy Hernandez.
Others might not understand why some people spend so much energy in climbing mountains, getting dirty and sweaty with this activity. The people you do it with greatly influence and makes it all worthwhile, but still reaching the summit and having to watch a majestic view as this, it's all worth the dirt and sweat. In the case of Mt. Pulag-- it's all worth the cold. It's a success story. Though there was no loud bang to announce my arrival, the welcoming view at the top, vanished all my tiredness. While on top, I took a few minutes to be by myself and just enjoy the view. I think that is a must-- When you get to the top, take time for a moment of silence and solitude to enjoy what is laid upon.

On my way back to the jeep, I told them, that climbing Mt. Pulag was a one time deal for me, I don't think I can do it again. Then, as I keep on looking at the pictures, at the smiles and at the sunrise and sunset, I changed my mind. I want to see it again. I want to come back to Mt. Pulag. No matter how tiring, no matter how cold, as long as I get to see the bursting colors as the mighty sun rises, and the cottony texture of the clouds, I'll come back and climb you again.

2015, you started with so much hope and delight. Can we keep it that way?


Started the year with a very bad allergy attack, but still managed to prepare breakfast for people at home. 
Pantanggal umay.

Discovered that our guard dog was gone then late this afternoon, I saw him on the side of the street! He immediately started jumping on me, making those little sounds as if crying. I had to take a bath again right after I had him fed and settled home..
Sunday is back home! After getting lost for almost a whole day! 

I discovered how cool The Legend of Korra is! I miss watching cartoons and animes and having the time to watch it today.

Now, as I evaluate how my day had gone--- no matter how bad a day or even a year had started, it can always end on a good note. 

Tomorrow, I have to pack for my first climb for 2015. Mt. Pulag, I'm coming for you.