Lanzones Festival 2016 – Day 1-3

Sweet lanzones…

A hot day…

Lively drumbeats…

Colorful costumes…

These are the usual pictures of the Lanzones festival. This event is done yearly to celebrate the bountiful harvest of sweet lanzones of our province. The only thing that makes it different for me is I am part of the event this year. My school participates and joins the dance contests sponsored by our town’s local government unit. This is my first time to join in the making of costumes, bead works, among others.

This post is done urgently and posted immediately. Unprepared, unplanned and unedited. Just too busy making another headdress :mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

The famous lanzones fruit of the province

a pose for the grand opening with our Lanzones-inspired headdress.
one of the colorful headdresses of our dancers
welcome guests and visitors
perfect weather during the opening day for the weeklong feastivity
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Hear their Attitudes

For almost a decade of teaching I always wanted to see a different product of all my efforts and tutelage. I think I must congratulate this group this time for their commendable attitude towards this activity. A clap on their willingness to be the show master for at least in a few minutes and shun away shyness.

Proper planning and preparation prevents poor performance.

New Family

Meeting different people with different culture is both an exciting and challenging experience as well as significant events in our lives for we learn from them not only their ways but also their values, language, lifestyles, work ethics and even sense of commitments. I am beyond joy to have lived such opportunity. It gave me generous quality of learning that I must embrace my entire life. Today, my new co-workers in my new school are my new family as well. I will have another kind of values and ways to learn from these people who work with joy and value true education. I have so many expectations and hopes that with any luck will be seen as real success soon.

My first words when I started on my first day were ‘I am home.’ Truly I am home for many years of being away from the country and serve or educate foreign students, I feel I found the right place to stay and devote my commitment and forte for REAL. It dawned on me that I was wanted by my students elsewhere and here I am needed in the sense that these young ones deserve real works. As much as possible I devote my time teaching no-nonsense stuffs to those who are willing to accept them than to those who only wanted certificates.

Now that I am completing my first month in a school that holds a special spot in my being, I feel proud and glad. Proud that I’m part of an institution that involves God in the process of educating the youth and glad that I am trusted to help better in the shaping of the formative years of our future professionals together with my new family.DSC_0333

Resurgence

It’s been two years since my last post because I failed to recall my password. Everytime I made an attempt to reopen my blog I get thwarted and I thought of deleting the blog for good. But then again I need the password to delete it.  One day I realized, this blog had been my oldest online journal and it means a lot to me so I made an effort to locate my old notes where I wrote the details of Beats of Pieces. Thankfully after many strenuous searching, I am now posting my reappearance story.

It’s also been two years since I said goodbye to teaching. I thought I really turned my back to the said profession but I think I am really destined to be a teacher for I found myself training young bloods again. This time it’s in my home country, the Philippines. The reason I left educating youths in Thailand was to personally parent or raise my daughter and now that she’s almost ready for school I feel the need to do something sensible so that she will be proud of me someday.

I know that blogging requires time from me so I am hoping and trying my best that I would be regularly posting and sharing a lot of photos and stories of my new job, new home, new life and new family. This time is even busier and more challenging days for me because aside from my home and family, I have students and lessons to attend to and a post-graduate study to deal with.y 144

Happy First Birthday Babylove

 

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Tarpaulin layout for her first birthday party… can’t wait… 🙂

It’s been a year that the Lord has blessed us with a priceless present – our daughter. Thank you Lord for giving us insurmountable joy and flashes of pure affection. We praise your name!

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a pretty little Cronut cake 🙂

Happy First Birthday, Sydnee Elise!

Digging Up Your Digs

500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?


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A framed or laminated photo of my little one playing or holding a 21st century gadget. I don’t have a chest of gold but I have numbers of photo albums and frames of my daughter that I really keep in a safe place. There are unexpected disasters or calamities like floods or earthquakes in the Philippines so I have them all in a safe ground. Just protecting all precious memories. 🙂

 

Super Excited

Time flies so fast. Whatever is lost can’t be taken back… impossible to catch again. I miss some important days and events in my daughter’s growing up but there’s no point to be gushy at the moment so I decided to plan a party for her first birthday – that’s twelve days from now. So close and yes that’s how close I am to coming home for her too. I’ve actually planned the party weeks ago and created DIY decors, party hats and some other stuffs for children and adult games to make the gathering even more fun. Also, I contacted someone for the design of her cake and to pre-order one for her. It’s gonna be a blast since it’s my daughter’s and husband’s birthday together.

 

I recall this time last year, I prepared stuffs for her arrival and now I’m preparing DIY decors and party bits and pieces for her first birthday. Can’t wait to get home and start decorating for the event… just few more days and I’ll be home.I promised to myself I will never leave my daughter again!

This song, Going Home, is just right for the moment and happening of my life. God is so amazing for giving me another try!

I’m staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I’m going to the place where love
And feeling good don’t ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain.

Well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
Well I’m going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don’t know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
‘Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don’t want.
Be careful what you wish for,
‘Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
I’m going home.