Day 126: 05.07.17

Sometimes, you never know just where your smiles can take you. 

My best friend and I were just being our crazy, noisy self when we happen to help a saleslady who had been in a 13-hour shift, with a headache and wanting to throw a bomb at SM Sucat because of the added stress of traffic. 

Somehow, along the way, we were joking and interviewing her life at the same time, then she was just laughing with us like an old friend. She said a sincere thank you for helping with her headache and sleepiness, not just because we bought something from their store. 

Well. That felt reaaally good. 

Day 125: 05.06.17


Happy 20th Birthday, Maymay Entrata!

I love this girl very much. I don’t easily trust people and I am skeptic of people’s intentions and actions, but this girl is making me believe that there are people out there who are really kindhearted, pure, and can charm the heck out of people like magic.

She seems so simple, but she’s beyond the simplicity that you see physically. Actually, her simplicity is one of her best traits. As an artista, you have to be fashionable, always in your best look for the camera, but this girl remains herself. She still wears the same clothes she wore in PBB, talks the same, still the crazy old Maymay, and the people who are able to be around her prove these with their testaments.

For once, I really want to meet this girl, give her a hug, and be crazy with her even for a short while.

So as a birthday gift, our group, MES, finally released our collection of oneshots (based on prompts given to each other) in Wattpad. YAY!

TWENTY: MES Project #1

In terms of writing process, this is one most excruciating piece I’ve ever made. I usually finish a one-shot in a single seating (I think it’s called a one-shot for that), but my piece was two weeks in the making! Also, I wasn’t very satisfied with the ending, but to comply, I just really had to give it my best shot and hope for contentment.

I’ve browsed through my co-writers work and wow, mine seems so boring! HUHU! I wanted to go for light and kilig, but mine became a waterfall of introspection. Nonetheless, I’ll just subscribe to the thought that I’m claiming that writing style, whether people like it or not.

Anyway, it’s the first time I’ve collaborated with others for a fandom project, and the people I’m with I believe are very awesome individuals, so I’m proud to be part of our small community.

Congratulations to us!

Day 124: 05.05.17

Last PTC of the school year DONE!!!

That’s three PTCs in a row from 1:45~4:00 PM, but everything went fine.

There were good news and bad news for every student, but I’m so glad that our parents are very understanding. The Parent-Teacher conferences are also very helpful on adding context to our observations with the student. After all, our reports are only from our perspectives in the classroom, but the situation in the house also contributes greatly to how children behave in the classroom. So in every issue, school-home partnership and cooperation surely brings good results.

Haaaay. It’s still hectic with so many things to do. Personally, I want to provide time for personal tasks like updating my blog and writing stories, but these work-related stuff are also piling up. Fortunately, I’m still coping. I just reaaaaaally need to shorten the break time I give myself. It’s too long. LOL

Day 123: 05.04.17

“You touch mine, I touch yours.”

Definitely something you wouldn’t want to hear from four-year-olds. Of course, it could be anything to touch like toys or food, but in this context, it could have been more invasive than that.

However, I try not to be bothered about it very much since these are still kids. They are naturally curious of their environment, their bodies, and also whatever their friends have. On the other hand, to prevent anything more invasive to happen (in particular, our culture is quite conservative), we’ve already laid the rules regarding private parts and the body.

In our class, we always remind our kids that their bodies are theirs. It is not anyone’s right to see or touch their bodies, even if that is a friend or best friend. Anything that is covered by their clothes are only theirs to see. Of course, their parents and family is fine, and we’ve began allowing them to change in the bathroom if it’s more comfortable for them. With this growing curiosity that we didn’t really see during the early parts of the school year, we have the boys and girls change clothes (after outdoor play) in separate areas.

Being a guardian/parent/teacher is very tricky when it comes to kids, their curiosity and topics that mean differently between adults and children’s perspective.

When young kids mention DEATH and then laugh about it, most adults would frown and even reprimand kids because our perspective of death is already beyond the body losing the ability to function. For us, death entails loss, longing, sadness, regrets, mortality, etc. Kids don’t understand these yet.

So I believe that these exploration of their bodies is part of their learning curve. What adults can do is to guide their learning and provide limitations to it.

Day 122: 05.03.17

“Ordinary Day” – Vanessa Carlton

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he’s looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.

He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don’t you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you’d swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he’s no stranger,
For I feel I’ve held him for all of time.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don’t you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.

Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don’t you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.

Day 120: 05.01.17

I suddenly had the urge to check out my old blog in LiveJournal which dates back to 2014. Actually, I wanted to see my very first blog in Tabulas, but alas, I couldn’t open it anymore. Somehow, the very simple password I had back then was not working, so I hope the owner of the blog replies to me so I can retrieve and archive its contents.

So seeing my posts way back in 2004 and the in-betweens of 2014, my goooosh. Hahaha! Old writings will always reveal who you were back then.


“awesome single fujoshi” should be my marital status if within 5 years, wala parin hahahah


I’m not sure when this was, but I guess I was in a slump that time. Whenever I get a writer’s block, expect this kind of drama from me. Well, Michelle of this time, in 2017 of February, you started writing again. And you are writing for you happiness.


This one gave me goosebumps. I wrote this on my birthday when I turned 25. When I turned 26, Tita got sick, the one I consider a turning point in my life. It was the change I somehow wished for, waited for. It was definitely a change I needed. I did lose a very important part of my life, but I also gained so much from the experience.

In general, I was more sarcastic and lost back then. I think old age has softened me. Anyhow, my interests remain the same, and somehow my writing style, too.

On another note, Twitter is damn annoying right now. Haha! I mean, I’m glad that I actually know and get to talk to to most of the people I follow there, but damn, their BV about what’s happening in the event now (Kisses’s bday) makes me want to abandon that platform again.

I mean, for me. I don’t care about the “other camp”. I support what/who Maymay supports, even if the queen of that camp is supposed to be someone to be really hated whatsoever. I mean, the one I’m supporting is being a friend and being positive even of her friend’s shortcomings, so why can’t we be supportive of that too? As supporters of her.

Personally, I don’t give a fudge about that girl anymore. She’s annoyed me several times in PBB, and just…good riddance. May whatever mistakes she’s doing now, leads her to the right path in the future. She’s 18, there’s a lot learn more. Yes, you relearn when you become an adult, so you don’t have to learn everything already when you become one at legal age. Everybody was once a liar, jealous, superficial. Her shortcomings are glaring because she’s compared to Maymay who is already pass that at her age. But come on. I’d like to think Maymay is not perfect and she still goes through that from time to time. That’s what being human is. So I just hope, Kisses learns a lot and gets influenced positively by Maymay or others around her.

Really, it’s usually the fans who blow things out of proportion. In any war, political or fandom-wise, no one is a winner. Bashing begets bashing. Yun lang yun. I SAY NO TO BASHING at all times. Be critical and constructive with opinions instead.

So I’ll check Twitter once this non-sense stop. I hope they move on, seriously. It’s a waste of time and not respectful, in whatever way you look at it.

Day 119: 04.30.17

I’ve always been intrigued with introversion and extroversion (well, psychology in general), but somehow for many years I couldn’t really pin-point which one I was.

I like being alone with my thoughts, being productive with my personal, mini-projects, and I can be in a crowded place and still be comfortable being alone. My favorite place is my room, and I love listening more to people rather than sharing about myself (except for people I’m very comfortable with). On the other hand, I can be totally adventurous, trudging forward to try novel things, I can be very loud and crazy, and it’s fun to suddenly talk to strangers whom I know I won’t see again.

There’s no need to label of course, but I thought all along that people were just these polar opposites. But I guess in this age of deconstruction, new sides of the coin are springing up.

About four years ago, I encountered the term ambivert which is supposed to be the in-between of introverts and extroverts. I’ve read up on it, but I guess until this video, I’m officially labeling myself as one because with all the items given in this video, I give a big bold check to all of it.