Learn this lesson: when giving commands or requests, be as specific as possible. Better yet, write what you want them to buy. If everything else fails, just laugh and be amused. Here are some hilarious conversations I’ve had with our helpers recently.
On the dinner table after my son’s dedication/binyag, we were eating the leftovers from the caterer…
Hubby: Please pass the tiramisu.
I passed the tiramisu to him
Alona: Ay, tiramisu pala talaga ang pangalan ng cake na yan?
Me: Oo bakit, ano’ng akala mo?
Alona: Akala ko kaya ninyo tinatawag na tiramisu kasi tira-tira lang, hihihi…
(May point siya!)
- Tiramisu nung hindi pa sila tira-tira
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I am not posting from my experience as a teacher’s pet, because honestly, I think I was one of my teachers’ pet peeves. This I realize now that I have been teaching for some time. In fact, before I go ahead, I’d like to publicly apologize to the teachers I’ve offended particularly on my college days. Sirs and mesdames, you know who you are. Kayo po yung mga teachers na tinulugan ko o binasahan ko ng Harry Potter habang nagle-lecture. Kayo rin po yung masama na ang tingin tuloy pa rin ang pakikipagdaldalan ko sa katabi ko, o kaya hindi ko pinapasukan o kung pinapasukan man eh para mag-sign lang ng attendance. I’m not proud of what I’ve done–in fact, I am ashamed of myself now that I have followed your footsteps. Ang sarap ko po palang kutusan. I used to think that my “extracurricular activities” during your classes were not obvious: kitang-kita pala that I was reading a different book, that I was tinkering my cellular phone, and that I was chatting with my seatmate (orally and even on paper, obvious pa rin) despite the fact that I was seated at the back. I want you to know that if I were given a time machine, I would return to your classes and be a student who would motivate and inspire you to do better in your craft.
Anyway, I’ve rounded up the opinions of my colleagues (from our chitchats) on how a student becomes their pet or pet peeve. Here they are: Read the rest of this entry
During our Victory Small Group (aka Cell Group) Meeting this afternoon, our group leader Rhia Frio told us about the sad fate of our churchmate, Given Grace Cebanico (she attends our youth services but her mother church is in Rizal). According to Rhia, Given’s lifeless body was found near the International Rice Research Institute on Tuesday at 6.30 a.m. Her legs were bruised (thus the speculation that she was raped) and she was shot. Rhia told us that Given was last seen by at 2 a.m. after joining a group study (this is Finals Week for UPLB students) held at a classmate’s house in Umali Subdivision to return to her dorm which was not very far. Rhia added that Given was the daughter of a pastor. Read the rest of this entry
Don’t brand me as a hypocrite just yet. I haven’t changed my mind about being a lactivist/breastfeeding advocate, and yes, I know that “Breastfeeding is best for babies up to two years and beyond”, and my son is just about to turn 10 months old this Oct. 26. I honestly want to breastfeed my little one “up to two years and beyond”. But I may not be able to.
I admit that the prospect of breastfeeding up to two years and beyond scared me, as it means: Read the rest of this entry
continued from Breastfeeding Survival 101 Part 1
… I seriously considered buying formula for him, and give up breastfeeding.
Good thing I called our attending pedia at Asian. I told him that my son cried and cried for several ungodly hours, and that I didn’t think I was producing enough milk. He calmly told me that my son’s insistence at suckling was telling my body to produce more milk, because at the rate my body was going, it was not enough (I imagined my son communicating this message to my body through suckling: Matakaw ako. Bilisan mo! Ubos ko na agad yung ginawa mo. Bilisan mo at damihan mo!). So I just have to let him suckle whenever he wants to. Read the rest of this entry
Even prior to my giving birth, I’ve always told myself that I WILL BREASTFEED MY BABY. I used to wonder why some moms don’t, when the benefits of breastfeeding are practically staring every mom in the face–from TV commercials to print ads to NGO’s promoting breastfeeding to doctors…everyone is raving about the pros of breastfeeding (the most important ones for me include raising my child’s IQ and the tipid factor). Two of the most common reasons I hear from moms who don’t breastfeed include “Wala kasi akong gatas” or “Inverted kasi ang nipples ko.” When I heard these reasons when I was young, I used to believe them—that indeed, there were women who don’t or can’t produce sufficient milk. But when I started listening to breastfeeding advocates and reading about breastfeeding, I learned that these reasons were bull. I learned that a woman’s breast follows the Law of Supply and Demand: the more your baby consumes, the more your breast will produce milk. So I always wondered what was REALLY keeping women from breastfeeding their babies, but I still swore to myself that I will breastfeed my baby.
And then came Raviv. Read the rest of this entry