Monday, December 01, 2008

power of prayer

i received a phone call about 2 hours ago from one of my dearest friends. i hadn't talked to her in months, and the reason for her call was very urgent. one of her friends entered the hospital today, with stroke-like symptoms, only to find that he had a brain tumor and started hemorrhaging. in the blink of an eye, he was admitted into emergency surgery, surgery that he is still in at this moment.

i've never met this guy, but my friend call with an urgent plea for prayers. she is a deeply spiritual person, but in the midst of her anxiety and grief, she found that she could not pray. so she called, asking me to pray...

i'm so thankful she called because prayer is a powerful thing. her phone call, though, was also a reminder to me that i haven't been as reflective and meaningful in my prayer life, in my spiritual life. sometimes, i find that i've forgotten how to pray. i pray for superficial things without thinking about what i'm saying. so with her sad yet significant reminder, i'm focusing on prayer, most especially during this Advent season.

so i ask that even though you don't know courtney or her friend, rudy, that you keep both of them in your thoughts and prayers. i am amazed that in courtney's time of anxious grief, she was able to reach out and ask for help in prayers, when she felt that she couldn't (even though i know she is very capable of it). many of you who read this blog (via blogger.com or facebook) were extremely formative in my spirituality. without your spiritual guidance and love of God, i wouldn't have learned how to ask the questions, how to struggle with the unanswered, how to embrace and appreciate challenges, how to bask in God's glory, how to dance in the rain with my arms wide open, how to cry tears of sadness
and joy, how to write a well-crafted palanca, how to be humble and cry in the arms of Christ, how to be in deep love with God...

so i'm asking you to extend your thoughts and prayers for rudy that he may pull through this surgery and recover; and for courtney, that she may have the strength to meditate, to believe that Higher Power, to be strong for rudy and his family, and to have courage to hold fast to faith.

many thanks in advance. i'll give you an update as soon as i receive it.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

patience. patience. patience. hope.

the gift of waiting... seeking to develop patience as a virtue rather than a response to an aggravation... to understand that the hectic pace with which we lead our lives is not always healthy for the mind, body, and spirit... to wait in patient hope... change our ability to appreciate patience and waiting as the true gift of Advent...

:: from reflections by Jean Anne McGrath, CSJ ::


May you have a blessed Advent!


Saturday, November 22, 2008

let's hear it for the music.

i have the girls to thank for continually expanding my list of musicians. here's another one for the romantics:




rachel yamagata: be be your love


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

pouring out.

carla brought up a good point tonight: "i love how i always know how you're doing thru gmail status." it's true. gmail status pretty much says it all. haha yea right. but in my case, she is right. for the most part, it does sum up my feelings at that moment. sometimes, i feel like that for a prolonged period of time.

with that said, my status right now pays tribute to james morrison. now, i've heard of this guy before, but never really paid much attention. so i was listening to a mixed love cd that my friend had received from her bf and this song, "better man" by james morrison struck a chord with me.

i will forever be in awe of male singers/composers/performers who can pour their entire heart out into a song and reveal their truest self in lyrics. it's so painfully beautiful to hear him sing it out, whether it be to a lover, an ex, his mama, unrequited love.... whoever the song goes out to, when there's emotion packed in there, it always gets me. moreso when it's a male artist. maybe it's cuz there's always a possiblity i can be on the receiving end of that song. sigh. sigh. sigh.

so right now, song of the moment (even if it's dated 2006), for the hopeless romantics is: better man by james morrison.





i hope every lady in my life will one day find a man who would sing this to her. cuz i know all the ladies in my life make their current/future love a better man. workin' to do the same for my man ;)

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

emotional night

i have learned from JOHN McCAIN
a spirit of humility and a spirit of graciousness.


i have learned from BARACK OBAMA
a spirit of service and a spirit of sacrifice.


Yes, we can.

God bless and Godspeed.




Monday, November 03, 2008

OMG! it really is appropriate to use OMG this time!

i am a proud tita. yes, yes i am. here's why:






A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E! such a ham....
i can't wait for ate and i to have little monsters of our own so that miss janet williams can teach them her moves! yes, YES!!!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

it takes a spiritual man to say this.

...God puts the power to obtain all we desire within us, it's tapping into that power that proves difficult for most. It requires sacrifice, humility, the ability to look at one's self and see and accept one's flaws and shortcomings. It takes the strength to ask Him for help. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to truly do that.

God, I thank You for pain, because it shows us how precious and rare true pleasure is; I thank You for confusion, because it allows us the opportunity to find clarity; frustration, because it allows us room to develop patience; for weakness, because it allows us to become stronger; for ignorance, because it allows to learn...

...there are no accidents, no coincidence, everything happens when and because it's supposed to, so be that person a burden or a blessing, they were necessary, and appreciated.

- Ne-Yo
"Year of the Gentleman"

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

OMG! I think I just found my new PET PEEVE.

grrrrrrr....

So as a growing educator, I'm finding areas in my life where I feel more like a grown adult. When my principal came in for her observation and told me to take the phrase, "You guys" out of my vocabulary, I felt so juvenile and unprofessional. I literally had to start biting my tongue so it would not slip out while I was teaching.
"you guys!"

Now, as I sit here at home, sick and grading Personal Narratives from my 7th Grade Language Arts class, I am appalled that one of my students had the nerve to write this in her narrative:

"The next day we went to Universal Studios...Later on we went to Epcot. OMG this was the best amusement park that I've been to!"

Can someone please find what is aggravating me in this part of her essay??? Leave a comment, and you'll get kuddo points with Ms. C.

What the heck?!?!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Congratulations & Best Wishes to the Weeks!



Colleen is officially Mrs. Paul Weeks! Best Wishes & Congratulations to you both!


T'was a nice reunion of sorts with the SBS/NDA Crew...
I'm thankful for this weekend with friends, despite getting sick. *cough-cough*sniffles*


Money Dance with the Bride!


Childhood Friends & Family


With the Best Friend


Let's hear it for the ladies!



Wednesday, October 22, 2008

mrazian spirituality

it only took me a month to blog this, but i was finally convinced to buy jason mraz's CD all because of fr. mike. when derrick and i went up to seattle for carla & eric's wedding, we were able to go to st. ignatius for the 9 p.m. student mass. i think that was an important thing for me to do to put a small sense of closure to my campus min. experience. i've been so tied to that community that it continues to be a rough transition post-SU days and not being able to worship in the beautiful chapel. but when i saw the new community of SU students who gather every sunday evening, it put a sense of closure to my experience in the sense that life there goes on. it was nice to see that same love, community, atmosphere continuing in these coming generations.

i hope mia gets plugged in with it too.

anyhoo, the gospel that sunday was a parable from the gospel of matthew where the laborers are out in the field working for the same wage. in the end, Jesus teaches, "the first shall be last and the last shall be first." fr. mike explained that God sees us and accepts us for who we are without giving us special treatment, giving generously His love, His compassion, His mercy, His Everything. he went on to say that we must live a "mrazian spirituality" based on the song "live high." see for yourself:

"Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is this assembly singing of gratitude
Practicing their lovin for you

Live High … the road you travel on,
Live Mighty … with an expansive heart,
Live Righteously … with compassion,
Taking it Easy … lovin one another …"

[written by jason mraz, adapted by fr. mike bayard]

more wisdom for the week! i love it!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

snippets of wisdom from all around

this is why yeye's my best friend: ..."Attitude is a little thing that makes a Big difference," and I have really been trying to adopt that into my everyday state of mind. It's SUCH an effort for me to the point where I have to converse with myself a rationalization of why it's better not to fret in the end.

a good reminder from joseph thanh: without tough times we wouldn't appreciate the gifts in our lives.

a piece of wisdom from fernana that made me laugh (and it's good to laugh): a fortune cookie once said, "you will have a usual day." to which ashley said that the author either 1) they ran out of things to say, 2) wanted to be right or 3) was a boater who wasn't paying attention when s/he wrote it.
and a warm fuzzy for you romantics: what makes us different from everyone else is that they want to share their life as a whole with us.

a romantical kiss (as described by a boy!): she kisses the way she thinks, very deliberate. and patient. (pretty poetic!)

Monday, October 20, 2008

daddy knows best...

since dad started working at his spot a year ago, he's gotten more computer saavy. props to daddy-o. but as a result, he's also become pro at sending mass emails with cheesy pictures, jokes, sentimental poems, prayers, etc. etc....

background story: last week was a difficult one. there are different ways to see it. but for the most part, i saw it through the eyes of defeat. i was given opportunities of humility, but i saw it as people fighting against me or bringing me down. when i was told to work on things, i took it personally. when i was told, "i'd get better," i felt like what i was doing already wasn't good enough (when i've been busting my ass and spending more time than i'm paid for on work --- not to mention i've recruited my RN sister to help me grade things since i'm sinking behind. but that's what being a teacher is, right? livin' it and givin' it for those kids you love...) when i received angry letters from parents, i felt attacked. it was a rough week with tears and crying through my prayers in the middle of the night.

but hey, i got through, right? with the prayers of family and good friends, i always get through.


.... on a side note, insight into a student's life can teach you a thing or two. but insight into a student's life that teaches you about your
own life is another story.

as i listened to a parent discuss her concerns about her over-achieving son who cried because he just couldn't get his cursive and how hard he is on himself, i thought i was looking into a mirror...

i am my own worst enemy, my hardest critic.


.... but back to the reason why i blogged in the first place... dad sent me this mass email and it was something i needed last week. maybe someone out there needs it this week:


Tequila and Salt

1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

...when life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt.


to those good friends, thanks for the prayers and constant encouragement. prayers and encouragement from me to you... i miss you.


Saturday, October 18, 2008

it's official....


Regina Lynn Asong Catalla, RN!!!


As of 3:15 a.m. my Ate was declared a Registered Nurse! She joins the rank of many, including Mommy dearest, titas, and cousins alike. I am soooo proud of you Ate!!!

Oh what a celebration we'll have today! THANK GOODNESS!!!!

Saturday, September 06, 2008

"But the Greatest of These Is Love"

Though I teach with skill of the finest teachers
and have not love,
I am only a clever speaker and charming entertainer.
And though I understand all techniques and try many methods,
and though I have much training, so that I feel competent,
but have no understanding of the way my students think and feel,
It is not enough.

And if I spend many hours in preparation
and become tense and nervous with the strain,
but have no love and understanding
of the personal problems of my students,
It still is not enough.

The loving teacher is very patient, very kind;
is not shocked when people bring him or her their confidences;
does not gossip; is not easily discouraged;
does not behave in ways that are unworthy,
but is at all times a living example to his or her students
of the good way of life of which he or she speaks.
Love never fails.

But, whether there be materials, they shall become obsolete;
Whether there be methods, they shall become outmoded;
Whether there be techniques, they shall be abandoned;
For we know only a little, and can pass on to our students only a little;

But, when we have love
Then all our efforts will become creative,
and our influence will live forever
in the lives of our students.

And now abide skill, methods, love, these three;
But the greatest of these is love.

- Anonymous
(Adaptation of 1 Corinthians 13)

as appeared in A Call to Reflection: A Teacher's Guide to Catholic Identity for the 21st Century by Gini Shimabukuro

Saturday, August 23, 2008

nonstop. but i think i'm finally crashing.

whoooo-weeee. it's been a busy-busy-busy summer, but even moreso, a busy-busy-busy 2 weeks and i think my body is finally saying "STOP. i'm done with you."

well, good thing it's a day before school even starts. (if you didn't sense my sarcasm, i hope you do now.) bah-humbug.

let me write out a play-by-play:
- prepping for Ate's Grad was a good time. i enjoyed it. but i didn't sleep much, hence the exhaustion.
- family visiting means on the go-go for fun fun fun. which is awesome. but again, exhaustion.
- 1 week of training prior to school actually starting (which includes CPR/first aid --- i'm certified so i'm a step closer to saving your life if needed!--- going over new policies and changes, hearing the awful news that our school is in a financial crisis which is affecting our staff, monetarily and hourly :/ sitting through meetings and discussions upon meetings and discussions)
- prepping the classroom, which entails decorating, unpacking supplies and books, distributing them to student desks, cleaning desks, finding supplies, making copies, and laminating, etc. etc. (big thanks to Ate & Mia for helping us decorate 3rd grade! yeeesssss the window is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!)

and to top off the exhaustion - the weekend before school starts, i have to attend training for catechesis so i am certified and prepared to teach religion. saturday and sunday trainings from 9:00 a.m. until 5 p.m.

and now here we are, on a saturday night. the saturday night before the sunday before school starts.

i. feel. dead. nonetheless, i am looking forward to seeing my eager 3rd graders. (no sarcasm, truth be told).

but my head is swimming. i feel spacey. probably cuz i'm exhausted. but also probably because i bumped my head yesterday on the freezer door :( well, at least my student got a laugh out of it.

anything to make others happy... well, not anything. okay, i'm done.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Keep Breathing

The storm is coming but I don't mind.
People are dying, I close my blinds.

All that I know is I'm breathing now.

I want to change the world...instead I sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.

But all that I know is I'm breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.

All that I know is I'm breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing...

All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing now.


| by ingrid michaelson |


Wednesday, August 06, 2008

why do i LOVE to procrastinate?

so with 11 days of total freedom left (aka SUMMER VACATION) i'm realizing that i have a whole lot of s$*@ to do... guhreeaaat. in the midst of my dump-filled den, i'm sniffing up dust balls and touching my "brand new manuals" (and when i say "brand new manuals" i mean worn teacher editions that are brand new to my fingertips since i'll be teaching a whole different curriculum this year!) for the upcoming school year. to tell you the truth, i probably won't get everything done that i wanna do. go figure. story of my life!

i am happy to report, however, that i have filed things in an organized fashion in my new filing cabinet. hurrah for being organized! --- for now.

on the other hand, i'm feeling a little nervous to go back since i didn't complete all the prepping i wanted to do during the summer :/ boooo me. i'll probably be freaking out AGAIN even though i'm more excited to start out this year with third grade.

of course, as i experience all this all-too-familiar tension, i pick up the "Next Door Savior" daily calendar that Ate donated to me when I started to teach and turned to August 6th (since today is, after all, August 6th):

"The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
the Lord is the strength of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?"
Psalm 27:1
thank you, Jesus.

...

in other wonderful news, sister-friend is getting ready to graduate!! woot-woot! which means family reunion and celebrating this joyous occasion. let's hear it for NURSE REGINA! despite the short visit, i'm looking forward to good family time. it's been awhile since the p-dale/seatown family clans have been able to be all together - as in all eight of us. i think the last time we were all together at the same time was my grad two years ago (already?!) so i'm happy that we'll be able to celebrate ate's graduation and reunite. yes yes. it's a good time. laughs and bonding all around, even if for a short while.

okay, back to the reality of it. no more denying IT. school IS coming. *sigh

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

trust.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6


Thanks for sharing, joe. It's a good reminder because I've failed to trust. To be honest, I'm not sure why I've failed to trust. I haven't been hurt in some blatant, astounding way that would make me distrust people or God. I guess I'd attribute it to my flaw of setting such high expectations on people/things and being disappointed - all because I've expected too much of someone or something. Anyway, it's a good passage and something I should pray on a daily basis.


I've been pensive lately, continually missing Seattle. I had a painful yet enlightening epiphany on my last trip back to my other home. Lately, I haven't felt spiritually grounded or particularly driven in my faith. I haven't been praying as much, neglect to be truly focused when I do pray or go to Mass, and I haven't felt spiritual vigor in quite some time. But when I went back to the Chapel of St. Ignatius and celebrated Mass, I felt this sense of release, like God had forgiven me for the times I've neglected Him/Her, for the times I've drifted and been hurtful. Like I could start on a fresh slate. That got me thinking, "Why don't I ever feel this way back home? Why doesn't it come easily?" Which led me to my epiphany... It isn't supposed to be easy. I'm struggling to find my way back to God and that doesn't mean it'll be an easy journey. I think it comes more easily when I enter the Chapel because that's where I truly first fell in love. I fell in love with Christ - where it was my choice and my decision to say yes to Him and the place where Jesus told me, "I love you despite your flaws. Come to me. I'm here." The sentimentality of that sacred place will always bring me to that first feeling of love with Christ, where I learned to love and how to worship, how to pray and how to be one with Christ and united with others in Christ.


... brain fart. let's end it here for now. Trust. Hope. Love. Faith.





Monday, July 28, 2008

the best fair ride ever, according to joe and derrick



please excuse my obnoxious screaming.
clearly, i had way too much fun.
if you look closely, you'll find marites, kathee, and dean
following behind in the next car.
the boys were right - this ride is underrated.
go O.C. FAAAIR!


Wednesday, July 16, 2008

NY TIMES is posting good discussions on LOVE.

Published: July 13, 2008


As my fine professor of economics at Columbia, C. Lowell Harriss (who just celebrated his 96th birthday) used to tell us, economics is the study of the allocation of scarce goods and services. What could be scarcer or more precious than love? It is rare, hard to come by and often fragile.



Philip Anderson


My primary life study has been about love. Second comes economics, so here, in the form of a few rules, is a little amalgam of the two fields: the economics of love. (I last wrote about this subject 20 years or so ago, and it’s time to update it.)


In general, and with rare exceptions, the returns in love situations are roughly proportional to the amount of time and devotion invested. The amount of love you get from an investment in love is correlated, if only roughly, to the amount of yourself you invest in the relationship.


If you invest caring, patience and unselfishness, you get those things back. (This assumes, of course, that you are having a relationship with someone who loves you, and not a one-sided love affair with someone who isn’t interested.)


High-quality bonds consistently yield more return than junk, and so it is with high-quality love. As for the returns on bonds, I know that my comment will come as a surprise to people who have been brainwashed into thinking that junk bonds are free money. They aren’t. The data from the maven of bond research, W. Braddock Hickman, shows that junk debt outperforms high quality only in rare situations, because of the default risk.


In love, the data is even clearer. Stay with high-quality human beings. And once you find that you are in a junk relationship, sell immediately. Junk situations can look appealing and seductive, but junk is junk. Be wary of it unless you control the market.


(Or, as I like to tell college students, the absolutely surest way to ruin your life is to have a relationship with someone with many serious problems, and to think that you can change this person.)


Research pays off. The most appealing and seductive (that word again) exterior can hide the most danger and chance of loss. For most of us, diversification in love, at least beyond a very small number, is impossible, so it’s necessary to do a lot of research on the choice you make. It is a rare man or woman who can resist the outward and the surface. But exteriors can hide far too much.


In every long-term romantic situation, returns are greater when there is a monopoly. If you have to share your love with others, if you have to compete even after a brief while with others, forget the whole thing. You want to have monopoly bonds with your long-term lover. At least most situations work out better this way. ( I am too old to consider short-term romantic events. Those were my life when Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon were in the White House.)


The returns on your investment should at least equal the cost of the investment. If you are getting less back than you put in over a considerable period of time, back off.


Long-term investment pays off. The impatient day player will fare poorly without inside information or market-controlling power. He or she will have a few good days but years of agony in the world of love.


To coin a phrase: Fall in love in haste, repent at leisure.


Realistic expectations are everything. If you have unrealistic expectations, they will rarely be met. If you think that you can go from nowhere to having someone wonderful in love with you, you are probably wrong.


You need expectations that match reality before you can make some progress. There may be exceptions, but they are rare.


When you have a winner, stick with your winner. Whether in love or in the stock market, winners are to be prized.


Have a dog or many dogs or cats in your life. These are your anchors to windward and your unfailing source of love.


Ben Franklin summed it up well. In times of stress, the three best things to have are an old dog, an old wife and ready money. How right he was.


THERE is more that could be said about the economics of love, but these thoughts may divert you while you are thinking about your future.


And let me close with another thought. I am far from glib about the economy. It has a lot of pitfalls facing it. As workers and investors, we know that many dangers lurk in our paths.


But so far, these things have always worked themselves out and this one will, too. In the meantime, they say that falling in love is wonderful, and that the best is falling in love with what you have.



Ben Stein is a lawyer, writer, actor and economist. E-mail: ebiz@nytimes.com.



http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/13/business/13every.html?ex=1373774400&en=47f3fc2fcaff94f8&ei=5124&partner=facebook&exprod=facebook

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

for the engaged/soon-to-be-married folks (and single ladies searching for her man)

An Ideal Husband
By MAUREEN DOWD
Published: July 6, 2008


This weekend, we celebrate our great American pastime: messy celebrity divorces.


There’s the Christie Brinkley/Peter Cook fireworks on Long Island and the Madonna/Guy Ritchie/A-Rod Roman candle in New York.


So how do you avoid a relationship where you end up saying, “The man who I was living with, I just didn’t know who he was” — as Brinkley did in court when talking about her husband’s $3,000-a-month Internet porn and swinger site habit? (Not to mention the 18-year-old mistress/assistant.)


Father Pat Connor, a 79-year-old Catholic priest born in Australia and based in Bordentown, N.J., has spent his celibate life — including nine years as a missionary in India — mulling connubial bliss. His decades of marriage counseling led him to distill some “mostly common sense” advice about how to dodge mates who would maul your happiness.


“Hollywood says you can be deeply in love with someone and then your marriage will work,” the twinkly eyed, white-haired priest says. “But you can be deeply in love with someone to whom you cannot be successfully married.”


For 40 years, he has been giving a lecture — “Whom Not to Marry” — to high school seniors, mostly girls because they’re more interested.


“It’s important to do it before they fall seriously in love, because then it will be too late,” he explains. “Infatuation trumps judgment.”


I asked him to summarize his talk:


“Never marry a man who has no friends,” he starts. “This usually means that he will be incapable of the intimacy that marriage demands. I am always amazed at the number of men I have counseled who have no friends. Since, as the Hebrew Scriptures say, ‘Iron shapes iron and friend shapes friend,’ what are his friends like? What do your friends and family members think of him? Sometimes, your friends can’t render an impartial judgment because they are envious that you are beating them in the race to the altar. Envy beclouds judgment.


“Does he use money responsibly? Is he stingy? Most marriages that founder do so because of money — she’s thrifty, he’s on his 10th credit card.


“Steer clear of someone whose life you can run, who never makes demands counter to yours. It’s good to have a doormat in the home, but not if it’s your husband.


“Is he overly attached to his mother and her mythical apron strings? When he wants to make a decision, say, about where you should go on your honeymoon, he doesn’t consult you, he consults his mother. (I’ve known cases where the mother accompanies the couple on their honeymoon!)


“Does he have a sense of humor? That covers a multitude of sins. My mother was once asked how she managed to live harmoniously with three men — my father, brother and me. Her answer, delivered with awesome arrogance, was: ‘You simply operate on the assumption that no man matures after the age of 11.’ My father fell about laughing.


“A therapist friend insists that ‘more marriages are killed by silence than by violence.’ The strong, silent type can be charming but ultimately destructive. That world-class misogynist, Paul of Tarsus, got it right when he said, ‘In all your dealings with one another, speak the truth to one another in love that you may grow up.’


“Don’t marry a problem character thinking you will change him. He’s a heavy drinker, or some other kind of addict, but if he marries a good woman, he’ll settle down. People are the same after marriage as before, only more so.


“Take a good, unsentimental look at his family — you’ll learn a lot about him and his attitude towards women. Kay made a monstrous mistake marrying Michael Corleone! Is there a history of divorce in the family? An atmosphere of racism, sexism or prejudice in his home? Are his goals and deepest beliefs worthy and similar to yours? I remember counseling a pious Catholic woman that it might not be prudent to marry a pious Muslim, whose attitude about women was very different. Love trumped prudence; the annulment process was instigated by her six months later.


“Imagine a religious fundamentalist married to an agnostic. One would have to pray that the fundamentalist doesn’t open the Bible and hit the page in which Abraham is willing to obey God and slit his son’s throat.


“Finally: Does he possess those character traits that add up to a good human being — the willingness to forgive, praise, be courteous? Or is he inclined to be a fibber, to fits of rage, to be a control freak, to be envious of you, to be secretive?


“After I regale a group with this talk, the despairing cry goes up: ‘But you’ve eliminated everyone!’ Life is unfair.”


Thomas L. Friedman is off today.


http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/06/opinion/06dowd.html?ex=1373083200&en=fbf7febd9931c3f7&ei=5124&partner=facebook&exprod=facebook


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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

when i grow up...

in my imaginary world where i can hop from profession to profession, i have imagined being the following:

:: an actor :: goes back to my good ol' days of acting @ SBS, NDA, even SU. i miss putting on the costumes, make-up, imagining i'm someone other than myself and living a life i never would. broadway would be awesome. actually, any theatre would be awesome.

:: a professional dancer :: this is new since i've grown in appreciation for dancing since watching the old school dance crew of RAWedit break the stage during barrio fiestas, actually performing a "hip-hop" routine for part of our senior farewell dance, and the development and popularity of "dancing with the stars" and "america's next best dance crew." oh how i wish i were a dancer!

:: an invitation designer :: i like making invitations and creating cards. i guess thats why i loved making palanca so much in college. it gave me something to be passionate about.

:: an artist :: i used to paint, nothing spectacular, but i liked fusing the colors or copying other pieces i've seen. also, a musical artist. if only i were a singer and if i were consistent with my guitar-playing. one day, i will master it. this probably wouldn't a life-long profession...something to do on the side.

:: an author :: i've thought about being a children's author, writing and illustrating a children's book. last year, court and i talked about creating a children's book about melissa's parents' wild turkey. i forgot her name... gertrude, maybe? how cool would that be?

:: a wedding planner :: i guess this kinda goes in line with being an invitation designer, but so many more details to attend to... haha maybe it's cuz i loved the movie. wow, JLo inspired me in some way haha

:: a disney character :: this would probably be more like a summer job. (or connected to the whole acting deal) how cool would it be to parade around disneyland as a dancing candlestick?! or better yet, be dressed up like mulan?! (since she's the only asian character...)

:: a retreat/youth group minister :: now this is not completely impossible. this is within dream's reach and i almost got there last december. but it didn't feel like my path at the time. maybe i'll go back to school for a Masters in Theological Studies and pursue it after some years of teaching. better yet, i'll teach at a high school and act as a moderator for campus ministry.

for now, i'm content being :: a teacher :: there's a lot of unexplored territory here and i'm eager to learn more.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

picture story time

@ LAX waiting for our departure!


in WA playin' ball with hardcore Jan-bo.


a coach in the works...


you got it Janet!


a winning shot! yay!


@ SU's Chapel of St. Ignatius


kickin' it with the newest Redhawk! oh yea!



here's to the hefers @ pike place!



hooter's waitress in training? muahahaha



er, carla, and eric!



the gang @ hooters!



coosins! & the bfs...


*loud noises!*


"lemme get in there!" "no me!"


yes let's hear it for the ladies!



SUper Crew!



Crab Pot! YUM!



View from Gas Works Park



The Fremont Troll


My lovelies!


Homeward bound... the roadtrip begins...


my favorite cupcake in the world from cupcake royale - the lavender white.


Golden Gate Bridge in SF


With the Villanuevas :)


Thanks for the good times... 'til next time!



take it back to 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006...

honestly, 2003 wasn't too long ago, but it seems like an eternity as i open boxes of crap and treasures imported from WA. in our roadtrip back to cali, derrick and i (with the help of my tito, cousins, and niece :) smushed three shurgard storage boxes, six plastic bins of assorted sizes, duffle bags and messenger bags of sorts, a foldable donut chair, various decorative butterflies, stuffed animals, albums upon albums and our suitcases into the back of a chevrolet trailblazer. surprisingly that was most of the stuff i had left at my aunt's house. with only three boxes of books and notes left at my tita and tito's house, i think we did a pretty damn good job packing up that car. and kuddos to der for driving the WHOLE way. wow.

it's one of the hardest things for me to let go of things, and going through these boxes hasn't been easy. yes i do need that Candyland game and the dancing Easter-Bunny Snoopy. i need the folders of retreat information and OA/RA stuff. i mos def won't get rid of my palanca. how can i toss a note from paul that reads, "sorry i missed pilates. dagnee says hi." or ashley's depiction of viet's kuuurraaazzzhhhyy stick-figure legs? honestly, these are memories to be preserved. how? you ask. i dunno. i'll just throw it all into a box and tuck in under my bed for safe-keeping. like joe said, some of those things might be worth millions one day, like his campaign button from ASSU elections. i wonder where i'm gonna stuff all this crap, but i can't bear to get rid of it cuz it'll be like saying goodbye to my memories... then again, maybe i hoard them too much. hold on too tightly. but i can't say goodbye to old journals that hold my prayers, my hopes, my happiness, my heartaches or the notes i took in english class (hey, it's worth creating a professional portfolio!).

maybe one day, i'll create simple memory books filled with all those letters and notes... it won't make sense to anyone but me. but it'll be something that'll take me back to some of the best years of my life. the irreplaceable, best years of my life that i so dearly love.

*******
as for updates:

the trip back to Seattle was great - Derrick and i got to spend quality time with family and friends, see new places and old places, go shopping, eat tons, laugh, and travel - a lot.
thursday: we spent sleeping in since we had delayed flights coming in on wednesday night. bonded with the cousin and then hit up the outlets. i love coach outlets cuz you can buy clutches for $20! :D yes, purses are my weakness. derrick's nikes are my purses. also had a DELICIOUS steak and bratwurst din-din at the tita's. YUM.
friday: was a day o' fun with the cooosin. it was also my off day (i forgot my camera at home! airhead!) and dropped my phone at the chapel in SU (airhead move #2). it was probably one of our more tiring days too cuz we walked all over seattle from the top of capitol hill all the way down to pike place market. we ate dick's, explored shoe stores, played the spit-the-pit-into-the-garbage-at-pike-place (yeeesss rainier cherries!) and walked back up to the top of the hill. friday was also chill day with the friends. thanks for comin' out everyone! kicked at hooters, where i was asked to perform on top of the stools, afterwhich a hooters waitress told me, "hey that was good! you should work here!) (uhhhh, thanks but i'd need a boob job hahah). following the bomb-chicken wings from hooters, we headed to magic lanes in white center to bowl it up. good times there :)
saturday: ate @ crab pot with boo&bubs then explored gas works park and bought cupcakes from cupcake royale! yum! my fave! mass and dinner with the fam. then it was time to pile all that crap into the car. we were wiped out by the end of it.
sunday-monday: we spent roadtripping down back to cali, with a stop-over in SF to visit dee&dave and the golden gate bridge. yummy sushi @ sushi house and yummy burger in sausalito. food is wonderful. after 24 hours of being out and about on the road, we made it back to p-dale @ 12:30 a.m. and der still went to work the next day. INSANE!

good way to spend my vacay... hoping to see the friends and fam again soon :) back to the cleaning and planning for school year 2008-2009. woot-woot.

picture highlights to follow...

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

my laptop had a relapse and allowed me to go online at home.

i can only blog when my internet at home works (since i'm denied access at school) so i'm gonna try and take advantage of this time i have.

updates, updates... after much prayer and discernment and tears, i've decided to return to SMS despite the trauma of this year. i didn't let my pesky 7th graders get the best of me :) but i told my principal straight up that i didn't want to return as the PE/Math/Science position that i was in. she graciously offered me a contract to co-teach 3rd Grade with my mentor teacher and teach a JR. High class and I graciously accepted the offer :) so as of August 18th, i will begin at SMS as the 3rd grade homeroom teacher & 7th Gr. English instructor. hurrah!

the last day of school was yesterday so we've been busy cleaning , totaling grades, returning papers, and tossing papers. i had a somewhat horrific final day of teaching science when i had to educate the class on the REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEMS & PREGNANCY. *blush i had my fair share of giggling boys as i pronounced the words "sperm," "scrotum," "semen," "vagina..." good grief - 7th graders can be harsh. haha but overall, it wasn't so bad. i had an occasional student who said, "c'mon guys, be mature." and listened to the presentation. some asked really good questions, "can you have two STD's at the same time?" "how do miscarriages happen?" "how does the egg separate to form twins?" so those where the more fulfilling moments of teaching this lesson.

as painful as they were, i can honestly say, i'll miss my 7th graders. wow, who woulda thought?

other updates include: more planning with my co-teacher, Ms. Rios... taking Sports inventory with Nora as my final task as PE teacher (oh i'll miss exercising with my students!)... Mom's turning 6-0! on June 20th so we're having a shindig for her... preparations for Ate's big GRADUATION!!! counting it down, sister-friend... flying back home to my beloved Seattle with 3D and roadtriping home with my cargo... making bridal shower invites for Boo's wedding :) ... getting some good r&r and spending more quality time with the 'rents since i've always been swamped with grading...

if you have any other exciting things for me to partake in this summer, send it my way :)

looking forward to seeing the friends!!! :D and getting my laptop fixed by Jo. hopefully, it's repairable...

until next time, keep the sunblock on and happy summer!


Monday, May 12, 2008

may eleventh

If I have all faith so as to move mountains
but do not have love, I am nothing.



Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, love is not pompous.


It is not inflated, it is not rude.
It does not seek its own interests.


It is not quick-tempered,
it does not brood over injury.



It does not rejoice over wrongdoing
but rejoices with the truth.



It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.



Love never fails.


So Faith, Hope, Love remain these three...


But the greatest of these is Love.

1 Corinthians 13


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Happy Buuuuurfffffdaaaaaaaay!

beloved tax babies, today is your day!

here's to 27 years, ate!


and happy silver bday to you, my derrick!


I LOVE YOU BOTH!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

waiting for my fingernails to dry...

yesterday was career day at school. the students and staff were encouraged to wear an outfit of who they wanted to be. i decided to rock the SMS polo and be who i am - a titser! so two stories from yesterday that show the clear distinction in the teaching world.

1.) during my 7th grade science class, i confiscated a note that two students were passing between each other. it read:

i did nothing
yeah she just wants to make you mad and get you in troubles you no teachers
i [dispi] hate her

WACK! well, that's a slap in the face. a month and a half ago, i probably would have cried. "a student hates me? i don't want to be the hated, mean teacher." well, that thought is out the window. obviously, i don't want someone to hate me, but i'd rather teach than be stepped all over and not respected. i think i'd rather gain respect as a mean disciplinarian (even if that makes them hate me) than be an unrespectable teacher that allows her class to control her. humbling. very humbling.

2.) rewind back to 7:45 a.m. of career day. i'm standing outside for morning duty and a first-grader comes up to me in her PE uniform. she says,

"ms. catalla! i'm a PE teacher today!"
*TEAR "really? that's good! what games are you gonna teach your class?"
"the games you teach us."
"which one is your favorite?"
"octopus."
"awww i like that one..."

about 1/2 hour later, i visit the 3rd grade classroom and the homeroom teacher says,

"guess who angela is."
"who?"
angela responds, "i'm YOU today! i'm ms. catalla!"

she becomes mini-ms. catalla and proceeds to call me "mommy" the rest of the day.

you win some and you lose some, right? and it's those ones you can somehow reach, even if for a little bit, that make this profession all the more worthwhile. i say this not because i am a teacher, but because of my teachers, those in my family, and my co-workers - they are noble people for doing what they do and putting up with what they have to. teachers have the job of believing in someone. sounds simple, but it's more complicated than it seems. that's a pretty damn important job.

am i meant to believe in someone as my professional career? is this where You want me to be?