Mikee likes to refer to herself in the third person sometimes.

This online journal is a collection of stories from the classroom, the corporate office and everywhere in between.

Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes other people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinitesimal change ripples outward –ever forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter –maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

–An Abundance of Katherines, John Green

It is crucial for her to find Anne through her stories, for Anne is the adult who knows the difference between right and wrong and acts after deciding carefully without letting her soft side take over. Mikee is controlled by her child self who is deeply fascinated with all things bright and beautiful. Her parent self, contemplates her actions and guides her with virtues close to home. And if you don’t know what the metaphor means, think id, ego, superego –concepts from Psychology, a science she seeks to spend her lifetime studying.

She leaves it to your better judgment to decide if her thoughts are worth sharing and if Anne is worth finding.

My dearest Gabi,

I found myself in the baby section of the department store today because I was hoping to find a tutu for Timmy (don’t ask). 

I know it’ll be 5 (or more) years until I meet you, but I am writing this to let you know how excited I am for the day I get to hold you in my arms for the first time. I cannot wait to kiss your cheeks and touch your little fingers. I’ve been studying human behavior for a while now, and it is with the highest hopes that I pray that my passion for children will serve our family well. But I still have a lot to learn and a lot to prepare for so that one day I’ll be worthy of being called your Mom. Until that day comes, I promise to learn more about the world so I’ll be able to share it’s many wonderful secrets with you. 

All my love,


The past 6 Saturdays have been spent in a cozy classroom in Makati. The teacher in me refuses to hide behind the computer screen 5 days a week, so I signed up to become a learning coach for The Ultimate Learning Accelerator (TULA) Philippines.

TULA is a “chain of after-school learning centers that seeks to fill in the gaps that kids struggle with at school and help them build life skills that they need in order to succeed in the real world.”

Kids ages 6-13 are welcome to enroll in the programs at 600php/week (1 session) or 700php/week (2 sessions). Public school students also get a discount as long as they present their ID cards upon enrollment. The session is  2 hours long, and is spent learning about English or Math, and a super special mission (visit the website, or hit me up to know more about it! *wink*). I also think that it is pretty cool that we are called coaches instead of teachers. Meanwhile the students are referred to as learners. Personally, I find the entire experience a perfect balance of formal and fun.

Like I said, my coaching schedule is every Saturday from 9AM – 4PM. I am moving to the Pasig Center tomorrow and I am incredibly excited to meet my new learners. One of my favorite things about the experience so far is my growth and development as an educator. Since I only work part-time, the TULA team provides lessons and instructional videos to help coaches like myself prepare for the sessions. The center also has a specific and structured approach; I absolutely love that I get to practice and explore different teaching strategies and techniques. I wish I had learned all these when I was teaching in the public school!

As a teacher, it is not enough that you understand a concept or theory. It is crucial that you also know how to explain a concept in the simplest way possible. Here is one reference that TULA passed on to me, which I am now passing on to you (if you are a teacher, or would like to teach in the future).

This week’s English lesson is about Verbs.

Enjoy! :)

  1. Gumugulong-gulong na ako dito sa kuwarto. (How to be alone po)
  2. Tulad ng utak kong pagod nang kakaisip sa iyo.
  3. Hindi na ito tama.
  4. I miss you, Timmy.
  5. Closer, on loop.
  6. Hindi na tayo nagsawa, bes.
  7. Hindi na makatarungan ang magkakambal na kilig at pait.
  8. I wonder if they can hear me singing from outside.
  9. 32 unread emails from work. Shit.
  10. Layuan na kaya kita?
  11. Kailan ko ba ito naramdaman sa’yo?
  12. Saan nagsimula?
  13. Paano ko tatapusin?
  14. Hanggang dito na lang naman tayo. Wala na itong kinabukasan.
  16. Applicable rin pala sa iyo ang mga salitang isinusuka ko.
  17. We don’t talk anymore like we used to do.
  18. Beard. (?)
  19. Anong  oras kaya ako makakatulog?
  20. Kailan kaya ako mapapagod?
  21. Hindi na ako makapaghintay para sa linggo.
  22. Ang daming problema  ng Pilipinas tapos ako, heto, nabibigatan sa mga bagay na dapat magaan lang.
  23. Ok bye

I don’t drink. Not because of a pretentious/self-righteous reason but simply because I do not like how it leaves a strange taste in my mouth. As soon as it touches my lips, I recoil. Get out of my system, my body seems to scream.

The past two nights however have been drowned with liquid courage. I have been alone in a hotel room far away from home. The only way (it seems) to lull myself to sleep is by going through a few bottles (it was the boys’ idea).

I like how it empties my brain. I no longer feel fear, anxiety, worry, and dread that often haunt me until the wee hours of the morning.

I am not entirely proud of myself. But at the very least it helps me silence the monsters in my head.

  1. Spent majority of the day in the emergency room with Kilo (he’s okay now)
  2. Read through +/- 300 pages of a book
  3. Went to the office with 2 hours left into the work day to finish everything I will leave behind for 3 days
  4. Last minute shopping for household stuff (and milk to calm my nerves)
  5. Caught a splinter. Tried to take it out with a safety pin.
  6. Only to have it disappear into my skin.
  7. Will probably die of infection or tetanus now.
  8. Just kidding. I sanitized the pin.
  9. But where is the tiny particle?
  10. Moved on.
  11. Packed for 3 nights and 4 days in Baguio
  12. This may sound stupid/shallow but I feel very anxious about sleeping alone (read: without my dog, Timmy) for the first time since February 20 (the day I got Timmy).
  14. Thinking about last minute packing that needs to be done tomorrow.
  15. I hope I wake up in time to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

I found this prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry on Brightside.me and thought of sharing it here. Much as this world is plagued with illness and hate,  I still truly believe in the power of prayer.

’Lord, I’m not praying for miracles and visions, I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.

Make me clever and resourceful, so that I can find important discoveries and experiences among the diversity of days.

Help me use my time better. Present me with the sense to be able to judge whether something is important or not.

I pray for the power of discipline and moderation, not only to run throughout my life, but also to live my days reasonably, and observe unexpected pleasures and heights.

Save me from the naive belief that everything in life has to go smoothly.
Give me the sober recognition that difficulties, failures, fiascos, and setbacks are given to us by life itself to make us grow and mature.

Send me the right person at the right moment, who will have enough courage and love to utter the truth!

I know that many problems solve themselves, so please teach me patience.

You know how much we need friendship. Make me worthy of this nicest, hardest, riskiest and most fragile gift of life.

Give me enough imagination to be able to share with someone a little bit of warmth, in the right place, at the right time, with words or with silence.

Spare me the fear of missing out on life.

Do not give me the things I desire, but the things I need.

Teach me the art of small steps!

My human brought me to her hometown for the long weekend and IT. WAS. SO. MUCH. FUN.


I mean some people were sort of picking on me, but it was all good. They all loved me in the end anyway.

A little too much, if I may add.


After a lot of hugging and bonding, human dragged me around to catch Pokemon. I mean it was fun because I saw a beach for the first time, but it made me so exhausted.


But she gave me a nice little pillow to lay my head on. Apparently she’s had it since high school. It was in excellent condition up until I decided to bite into the pillow and claim it for myself! Ha!


To be honest, I am still pretty tired from all the running and driving around.


But I’m glad to be finally home.


Until the next long weekend!