Tuesday, February 15, 2011

So, who's lying now?



I want to tell a story about a little girl who expressed an interesting observation regarding her teacher yesterday. The said observation was brought about by an incident that happened several weeks back. This little girl, whom we will name Alina, reported to her parents that her
teacher pinched her and her classmate on their ears because they were not able to provide the correct answers to a question during class recitation. Alina's granny, whom we'll address as Anita, confronted the teacher about what happened via txt message. Anita told the teacher that, unlike decades ago, it is now illegal for a teacher to inflict any kind of pain to his students as means to punish them. The teacher, as expected, vehemently denied such allegations and even accused the children of not telling the truth. She said she did pinch the children but she is very sure that it was not painful. As the exchange of txt messages continue, Anita also updates her little granddaughter of what the teacher had to say. Alina was still headstrong about the pinch being painful no matter how many times her granny asks her to confirm and also informing her that her teacher says she isn't telling the truth. To make the story short, both Anita and the teacher ended up inside the school principal's office. It was the teacher who really wanted both of them to talk to the principal because she wanted to propose to have the children concerned be moved to a different section so that they can avoid the same problem from happening again. Anita said "No way! Why would they be transferred to another section when they did not do anything wrong to you. If and when you transfer those kids they'd think they did something wrong. If there was anything they did, it was only to speak their mind. And every children has the right to be heard. You are in no position to take from them that right. So,no, I don't want them transferred. And they don't want to be transferred either. So bare with them!" The teacher asked, "What if something like this happens again?" Anita only raised her eyebrows and said, "Then stop laying your fingers on them?" The teacher explained,"That is what I do in order to help them study harder and have better grades." So Anita asked, "Well, are they're smarter now?" To which the teacher just fell silent. So now, the kids are still under the same section. Going on with their school life normally and having fun. Apparently, the teacher still holds a grudge. Yesterday, Alina told her mom an interesting event that happened in their classroom. It was not interesting per se but what the child thought about what happened really was. Alina told her mom, "Ma, when my teacher was scolding my classmate this morning she later told him 'Y'all know that I hate children who are liars,right?' and then she looked at me. So I wondered why she had to look at me. Ma, she really doesn't know how to accept her own mistakes, does she? That actually makes her THE liar!" Haha! Take that from a six-year-old. Alina's bluntness about the sad truth can be really endearing if you are not the subject of her attention, that is. Alina's mom just laughed and laughed again when she recounted the story to yours truly. So here I am, inspired by Alina's candid opinion yet again. To the extent of making me blog it cause I know I just gotta share it. It's funny how you can get the real deal of what's going on from a child's mouth when you least expect it. I've
known Alina for being all these. She's also a blabbermouth and a comic. She knows how to pull your leg and would immediately say "Joke,joke,joke!" once she gets the exact reaction she wants from you. A liar is she's everything but! If you can't handle the hard truth that comes from Alina's mouth, resorting to accusing her of lying is just simply pa-the-tic! For the sake of argument, let's say the said pinch was not painful, the bottom-line is when you lay a finger on a child as a means to punish them, the physical pain - tolerable or not - eventually goes away. The damage it does to their self-esteem sometimes just won't. That's what you need to be sorry for -- 'nuff said.


Writer's Note: ''This is not a fiction, however, any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.''

Monday, February 14, 2011

Yanna's First Runway Show

It's Valentine's Day but I'm gonna write about my Yanna's first runway show. I've been trying to write about this for weeks now. Besides, I am really not fond of making special plans for Valentine's Day. I can make any day a day of hearts whenever I want to and not on when the calendar says so. Anyway, here are the pictures I took on my daughter's moments of fame :)
I tried how the camera works while we were waiting for a cab to bring us to SM City where the Blackout Oriental Fashion Show is gonna be.



This is the stage. The theme was Oriental.

Hence, Yanna's traditional Chinese costume.


Still waiting so we took the time to do some photo ops.
...with her uber supportive cousin, Allyn

....with Daddy.

...with Mommy Che and Tito Ronald.



♫ There she goooooooes.....♪ ♫
Mommy's most awaited moment! The cloud nine moment!



Blackout Junior's Final Walk

*Group Shots* *Group Shots* *Group Shots* *Group Shots* *Group Shots*

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Bad,Big Truck,Bad!

I suddenly developed a fear in big trucks today. Right after my conversation with Yanna while we were watching Ghost Whisperer together this afternoon. I was not really paying attention to what she was talking about while we were watching the said series. Not until I heard her say something like ”….kag mapatay ko, mabalik ko sa akon na lawas.” I was like, ”What did you just say???”

So the scene we were watching during that conversation was when Melinda (Jennifer Love Hewitt) hit her head on a rock then fell into a coma. Her soul was about to go into the light with her already-dead-years-ago grandma when she heard her husband Jim’s voice from down below asking her not to leave him. She saw her body laying on the bed inside her hospital room with Jim on the side holding her hand, crying. Of course, she went back and didn’t die since she’s the star of the show! Apparently, my daughter got the same idea too. Like I said earlier, I asked her to repeat what she was talking about. She said something like ”Kun mapatay ko bala kay may truck naga lakat sa road nga ga amo ni ho (she was gesturing her hand in a zigzagging motion) tapos naigo yako.Ti kn magsaka ko sa air tapos ma see ko akon body sa dalom, mabalik ko ya gyapon sa akon body.”

…….

I was like dumped in ice cold water when she finished her story. So I just went, ”Oooh,you mean for example lang? Next time, please do not say something like that because it’s bad to talk like that. Kulbaan na ya si mommy.” She then went defensive and said that she didn’t know it’s bad because nobody ever told her that it is.

Now,this is one of those things that I will find disturbing for the rest of my life and would definitely add up to all other things I am so paranoid about. That’s why I decided to write about it because I feel like if I share it, the sense of morbidity would go away somehow. So now I hate big trucks. That’s the bottom-line. I just hope I won’t freak out whenever I would see one coming and Yanna’s with me. Dang! This is like burning all the spinning wheel to prevent Sleeping Beauty from pricking herself on its spindle. Phew!