Raising Boys

Worst kind of fiend March 14, 2007

Fed up with always on the receiving end of a rumormonger’s sharp tongue, I’ve decided to fight back.

No, I’m not fighting fire with fire by spreading rumors about this person, too. There are limits to how low I would stoop. *Smile*

Actually, what I planned to do is this: inform everyone what this person (I’m going to call this person RM for rumormonger) has said about them and write about what I’ve accomplished in this blog.

I’ve actually confronted RM about what she said a few days ago when the object of her made-up story was also there. Since that embarrassed her, I thought she’d stop being such a wretch but the incident only emboldened her.

Now, this rumormonger is spreading another story to make it appear that she was not at fault.

I’ve wondered for the longest time why this person is like this. Is it some form of escape from this person’s crappy life? It would appear so, from this explanation in ivillage.com. Rumormongering is this person’s way of taking out her negativity toward something and her way of regaining control over people or her environment.

Of cheaters and cheating March 17, 2006

I’m fuming mad. I’ve been this way since 4 p.m., when I went to Dylan’s school and found out that his English testpaper for the third periodical exams had been switched with another’s. It was so cunningly done, I would have to give credit to the person behind it. He or she is the ultimate cheat.

I don’t usually go to my son’s school in the afternoon but I thank god I did. I would never have found out that someone took his testpaper and left one in its place, one with the name of the owner erased.

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Men and their foibles March 12, 2006

My son’s teacher called us up on Saturday morning to invite my son to her daughter’s birthday party. I was asleep yet so she talked to my son Dylan and told him the party was going to be at McDonald’s at 1:30 p.m.

Dylan was already quite excited at the prospect of going to a party on a Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up so naturally I could not say no anymore.

We stopped at a nearby mall to buy a gift for his teacher’s daughter and then proceeded on foot to McDonald’s with another mom and her daughter. We met them at the mall also buying a gift for the birthday celebrant.

At McDonald’s, we received the surprise of our lives. My son’s teacher was nowhere to be found. Only her estranged husband was there accompanied by, of all people, his girlfriend. It was the longest two hours of our lives. (more…)

Afternoon trip to Cordova February 5, 2006

No. I don’t mean that city in Spain. I’m referring to the only other local government unit in Mactan, an island east of Cebu, aside from Lapu-Lapu City.
I live in Lapu-Lapu City and I work in a company that is located three cities away. Cordova is less than 30 minutes travel from my home yet the last time I remembered going there was some eight years ago.

So yesterday, out of the blue, I told my husband that we should go there. So off we went.

Because it was late in the afternoon already, we decided to go directly to the town center, which we had trouble finding because the town has sprouted several roads that branch off in various directions. There used to be only one main road that led to the town hall.

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Tribute to goodness September 12, 2005

Dylan asked me why I would not bring him and his brother to work anymore. He missed those Sundays when I’d bring him and Lennon to the office and we’d pass by SM on our way there to eat or buy stuff.

I told him why and he was gracious and forgiving even in the face of such duplicity.

I told myself I wanted to tell him the truth because I did not want to paint a picture of a beautiful world where he can always expect patience, understanding, and love. I told myself I wanted him to learn there is cruelty here, too, and from the most unexpected of sources.

In reality, my reason for telling him the truth was not so innocent. I wanted an ally, of sorts, against deceitfulness and dishonesty. We could talk about them, laugh about their many failings, dissect their miserable lives that turned them into what they are now.

Thankfully, he’s none of the things I am.
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Noisy outside, empty inside September 1, 2005

A Sun.Star Davao columnist writes this about loud and obnoxious persons.

Some of the shallowest persons you will meet are loud and obnoxious. They laugh loud, dress loud, and are just plain loud. They have to be, otherwise no one will notice them. They find their worth in things rather than in thoughts. They have empty minds with hollow hearts. They seem to be at a loss when confronted with the profound. They are as deep as a coin. They will pretend that they are humble, but soon they will show their true colors.

I wholeheartedly agree. I know someone who fits this description to a tee. Aside from being shallow, this person is mediocre and either does not know it or pretends not to know it.