toxic
when it rains, it pours.
i never thought i'd use the word toxic to describe my work but lately, i've been spreading myself thin.
we have a few more weeks before our finals (in my MA) and we've had nonstop reporting for two meetings...and i still have two more to go. of course, this is excluding our critical review of literature (where we're required to use at least 20 journal references...yeah, TWENTY).
our first PTC (Parent Teacher Conference) is this coming friday. last week, we were busy making the drafts of goals for our kids. this week, we're doing the individual checklists (8 pages per child!). i'm lucky i only have 9 students or else my boss'll have to carry me in a stretcher before she can even say, "checklist."
oh and i accepted a tutorial job. she's the older sister of one of our former students. 4th grader. when i was talking to her mom before i accepted the job, the only thing on my mind was: EXTRA INCOME. did i even think of checking the grade 4 curriculum??? course not. so just imagine my surprise when i browsed through her books and saw how advanced their topics are. last friday, my tutee had her session test in Science. the coverage? the skeletal system. goodie. so instead of taking a break after my class, i had to make quizzes for her. and all the items in my test came from my youngest sister's Biology book. sigh.
can you blame me if i was craving for some good ol' R&R??
In Da Club
last saturday, tet and i celebrated her birthday at Club Embassy. unfortunately, the whole gang couldn't make it. so it was just the two of us. girls night out!!
after putting our Friends VCD marathon on hold (we stopped at the LAST disk. such masoc
hists), we packed our (shoulder) bags and brought our gorgeous selves to the most happening place in the metro. we already knew that the entrance costs 500 pesos, inclusive of three drinks. buuuut, by some weird twist of fate (and sheer bad luck), there was an event that evening (Amnesia Ibiza Trance World Tour 2005 sponsored by Bigfish). the entrance? still 500. the difference? it wasn't consumable! waaaaah!
i was feeling bad already by the time we entered the club and i was hoping they'd somehow redeem themselves (like hold a raffle for a round trip to Europe for two!!). my wish never came true (who was i kidding, anyway??). the interior of the place wasn't even what i expected. i imagined it to be like a warehouse with a spacious dance floor and a killer bar. truthfully, it was smaller than i thought...nothing spectacular. of course, the DJ was great, although i'm not really a fan of techno. hey, give me Crystal Waters and i'm good to go!
anyways, tet and i still decided that we'd have a good time. on a dare, i had to approach a guy and ask him to dance with me. it's supposed to be my bday gift to tet (like my effort to be there wasn't enough already!!! hahaha! :p). tet was eyeing the pair of foreigners beside us but i preferred Pinoys (nationalistic tayo, pare). after scouring the crowd in the dance floor for a few minutes, i still did not have THE guy. that time, tet was telling me that "he" wasn't so bad and i should go for it. of course, the music was loud, the place was dark, and i wanted to get it over with...and the whole time i thought she was talking about the guys beside us.
after a few seconds, i finally approaced them and asked them to join us. when i turned to tet, i was expecting her to say "hi" or something but she had this (priceless) shocked look on her face...and it dawned on me that she was talking about somebody else. hahaha!! among the guys, only one of them joined us. i knew he was just being painfully polite but what the heck. he said they were there to check out the DJ (hm...now that i think about it, it sounds kinda...suspicious, if you know what i mean). after several extremely awkward minutes, tet and i finally had an excuse to go to the bar (we need to replenish our drinks). he actually looked relieved.
the next time we went to the dance floor, tet really made sure we danced with the foreigners and approached them herself (see, tet, you really have a thing for Caucasians :p). thankfully, it wasn't as excruciating as our first attempt. of course, it didn't hurt that they were cute so...anyways, i found out they were Aussies working in an animation studio (connected to Walt Disney) in our country to train Filipinos in the art of animation. they've been here for a few months already and are staying til the end of the year.
a few more hours of working it on the dance floor (yeah right) and two more San Mig Lights later (i had to finish tet's), our dancing buddies said goodbye and we were left by ourselves...again. but we didn't mind anymore and made the most of our time left.
by 3:30, my feet were killing me. i had to drag tet out of the dance floor already because if i joined her again, my feet would be too numb to drive. and we still had a VCD to finish.
we got home safely (thank God!) and got to watch the last episode of Friends (although i slept through half of it. hahaha!). 6 am, i was pooped but happy. i finally got my much needed R&R. and tet, her happy birthday. ^_^
of course, i had to wake up less than 5 hours later because i still had a lot to do at home (don't you just wish your work would just finish itself after a great night out???).
needless to say, i was able to finish EVERYTHING on time.
i swear, i must be superwoman sometimes....
i never thought i'd use the word toxic to describe my work but lately, i've been spreading myself thin.
we have a few more weeks before our finals (in my MA) and we've had nonstop reporting for two meetings...and i still have two more to go. of course, this is excluding our critical review of literature (where we're required to use at least 20 journal references...yeah, TWENTY).
our first PTC (Parent Teacher Conference) is this coming friday. last week, we were busy making the drafts of goals for our kids. this week, we're doing the individual checklists (8 pages per child!). i'm lucky i only have 9 students or else my boss'll have to carry me in a stretcher before she can even say, "checklist."
oh and i accepted a tutorial job. she's the older sister of one of our former students. 4th grader. when i was talking to her mom before i accepted the job, the only thing on my mind was: EXTRA INCOME. did i even think of checking the grade 4 curriculum??? course not. so just imagine my surprise when i browsed through her books and saw how advanced their topics are. last friday, my tutee had her session test in Science. the coverage? the skeletal system. goodie. so instead of taking a break after my class, i had to make quizzes for her. and all the items in my test came from my youngest sister's Biology book. sigh.
can you blame me if i was craving for some good ol' R&R??
In Da Club
last saturday, tet and i celebrated her birthday at Club Embassy. unfortunately, the whole gang couldn't make it. so it was just the two of us. girls night out!!
after putting our Friends VCD marathon on hold (we stopped at the LAST disk. such masoc
hists), we packed our (shoulder) bags and brought our gorgeous selves to the most happening place in the metro. we already knew that the entrance costs 500 pesos, inclusive of three drinks. buuuut, by some weird twist of fate (and sheer bad luck), there was an event that evening (Amnesia Ibiza Trance World Tour 2005 sponsored by Bigfish). the entrance? still 500. the difference? it wasn't consumable! waaaaah!i was feeling bad already by the time we entered the club and i was hoping they'd somehow redeem themselves (like hold a raffle for a round trip to Europe for two!!). my wish never came true (who was i kidding, anyway??). the interior of the place wasn't even what i expected. i imagined it to be like a warehouse with a spacious dance floor and a killer bar. truthfully, it was smaller than i thought...nothing spectacular. of course, the DJ was great, although i'm not really a fan of techno. hey, give me Crystal Waters and i'm good to go!
anyways, tet and i still decided that we'd have a good time. on a dare, i had to approach a guy and ask him to dance with me. it's supposed to be my bday gift to tet (like my effort to be there wasn't enough already!!! hahaha! :p). tet was eyeing the pair of foreigners beside us but i preferred Pinoys (nationalistic tayo, pare). after scouring the crowd in the dance floor for a few minutes, i still did not have THE guy. that time, tet was telling me that "he" wasn't so bad and i should go for it. of course, the music was loud, the place was dark, and i wanted to get it over with...and the whole time i thought she was talking about the guys beside us.
after a few seconds, i finally approaced them and asked them to join us. when i turned to tet, i was expecting her to say "hi" or something but she had this (priceless) shocked look on her face...and it dawned on me that she was talking about somebody else. hahaha!! among the guys, only one of them joined us. i knew he was just being painfully polite but what the heck. he said they were there to check out the DJ (hm...now that i think about it, it sounds kinda...suspicious, if you know what i mean). after several extremely awkward minutes, tet and i finally had an excuse to go to the bar (we need to replenish our drinks). he actually looked relieved.
the next time we went to the dance floor, tet really made sure we danced with the foreigners and approached them herself (see, tet, you really have a thing for Caucasians :p). thankfully, it wasn't as excruciating as our first attempt. of course, it didn't hurt that they were cute so...anyways, i found out they were Aussies working in an animation studio (connected to Walt Disney) in our country to train Filipinos in the art of animation. they've been here for a few months already and are staying til the end of the year.
a few more hours of working it on the dance floor (yeah right) and two more San Mig Lights later (i had to finish tet's), our dancing buddies said goodbye and we were left by ourselves...again. but we didn't mind anymore and made the most of our time left.by 3:30, my feet were killing me. i had to drag tet out of the dance floor already because if i joined her again, my feet would be too numb to drive. and we still had a VCD to finish.
we got home safely (thank God!) and got to watch the last episode of Friends (although i slept through half of it. hahaha!). 6 am, i was pooped but happy. i finally got my much needed R&R. and tet, her happy birthday. ^_^of course, i had to wake up less than 5 hours later because i still had a lot to do at home (don't you just wish your work would just finish itself after a great night out???).
needless to say, i was able to finish EVERYTHING on time.
i swear, i must be superwoman sometimes....
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