Memoirs of an Amnesiac

When I was in Grade Four, my teacher in Arts taught us how we can make wonderful figures on what we scribbled. After which she made us color what figures we were able to come up with. I got an A+ and couldn't wait to show my father my artwork. When I went home, he was not home yet and I kinda experimented on a piece of paper on our sofa. Little did I know that while I was doing it, that I was slowly creating a rare masterpiece with our sofa cover as the canvass.

The next thing I know ...

For someone whose mother has gleaned hormonal and genetic proclivity from radio soap operas and early-afternoon-holy-hour-siesta programs, there is no cause for alarm for uncalled for spur of the moment musings, especially over Facebook and Twitter (although I don't post so much in the latter).

People (especially my contacts) put so much attention into what I post, may it be song lyrics or dialogues in a novel. They always attach my posts to what is "current" about me: my ...

The first thing that greeted me this morning (aside from the usual urban fumes and noisy neighborhood banters) was the sight of people with the same shirts, in full bright colors. And I began to process in my hazy brain (whose concerns at the moment was to catch the bus and to make up for the day what the previous sleep paralysis attack has caused for my brain) what the whole throng of people meant. Then it hit me. It is time once again for that season of empty promises and surreptitious blatant ...

It was only two years ago when I found out I had a condition called sleep paralysis aka "urom" in the Visayan language. It is still undiagnosed until now. I figured that if I really get into the matter of things and consult a specialist, I might actually go crazy. I will (for sure) know that I have a mental condition somewhere that needs tweaking. And with it comes not only financial but also psychological concerns.

It was then that I met someone who really talked me into ...

Many of my friends say that I seriously need a boyfriend. With the way they have planned out on finding the ONE for me, I feel like a paraplegic whose life existence relied so much on a Capuchin monkey. Great. They seriously have taken matters into their own hands. It is as if I am the sole perpetrator of mankind and my staying single for the longest time has posed detrimental effects not only on the propagation of human existence on earth but also the global warming and climate change.
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It is true when they say that among the teachers whom one really went through, one would only remember at least two types --- those who have been genuinely kind and encouraging and those who were the descendants of Hitler!

All those who are in between have drifted off to limbo. Pardon me teachers but I really don't remember most of you now, except for that Grade Three teacher of mine who really made me faint because she would not allow us to have a lunch break. To her, the practice ...

I am a firm believer that if you really want to learn the most out of any experience, you should travel. For this year alone, I have had the opportunity to travel in an area in Mindanao just to conduct a seminar to a group of teachers. Travelling serves more for education rather than leisure. It is in travelling that one learns cultures, adjust to body temperatures brought about by capricious weather as one travels, adapt to varying etiquette and traditions.

Thus, schools organize field ...