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This event tomorrow is another one off my bucket list following the Mob Dance last year.


1. Its on my bucket list- I have no plans of publishing my official list until I complete each. Its a long list of things (mostly does not involve spending) I want to do before I get hitched IF I ever did, haha!
2. I need a boost to my fitness regime- I have my own routine of triple laps I do around the condo complex. Its fluctuating and its could really use some challenge from outside since I am doing it by my lonesome.
3. I want the shirt! Well, the fun run shirt is still part of the boost I need. It cost me over 500 baht to join but the shirt will really make it worth the bucks.
4. Its for a cause- the attached link below has all the details of the fun run objective- for the orphans.
5. Its very accessible- when I found out about the event, I only googled it and found everything I needed and answers to all my questions. Their online registration is superbly linked to Paypal which is what I used for payment. Cashless!

Its not only recreational, its also touching other people lives through your donation and that makes it all worth the while and bucks!


“Feed the hungry! Help those in trouble! Then your light will shine out from the darkness, and the darkness around you shall be as bright as day. And the Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy you with all good things, and keep you healthy too; and you will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring. (TLB, Isaiah 58:10-11)


Vietnam- Short but Sweet

Vietnam’s doors opened whilst I was deep into wallowing and nursing my third bout of depression. I had a great internet connection and lots of time on Netflix and social media. I ordered food delivery and did not leave the house for days.

One day, I stumbled upon a blog of another Filipina teacher who is now quite famous for her story of a life just like a nomad. A techy nomad, that is.

From then on, I got plugged into groups on Facebook that opened a wider road ahead for me. I’ve considered volunteering as long as my visa will be secured. In the end, I had two invitation letters when I booked my flight.

The first letter was from an agency that is based in Ha Long Bay! My dream place to live in the next couple of years, at that time. But it was also a suffocating 1 year contract, teaching the same thing over and over in different public schools in and around the Quang Ninh province, where Ha Long Bay is.

The second one was similar but was based in Bac Ninh but it had an option for a project-based contract. I jumped, wriggled my way into the project-based option even though they were adamantly discouraging me to opt for it.

The project-based contract offered no assistance on visa, work permit, whatsoever. It is a no-work, no-pay situation, and I was told profusely that there were weeks and months! without. The only catch is it pays double.

I thought to myself, if I am good at managing my finances like I self-proclaim to be, I could wing this. And I did, I am.

The first project was a Methodology Training/ Smartboard Training in Bac Ninh and it lasted 3 weeks for me. During that time, I established my footing in the northern Vietnam.

The second project was a 3-month ESOL training course in Yen Bai province. It was like a test through fire because I was alone, in a new province, secluded and disconnected from the city with a bunch of non-English speaking teachers.

A Hike for UMUH

June 14, 2018 1:52pm
Starbucks, Aman Central, Alor Setar


I got a WhatsApp message today at 8:35am from UUMIS Principal Noman to come and see him at school at 11am. I was expecting the new contract but no. He told me he had nothing good for me today and handed me an envelope from UECSB. He said my contract is terminating by end of July. I was puzzled because just a few weeks ago, they had me sign a ‘please give me another contract’ paper which I signed the ‘yes’, but I did not argue. I received it and my passport. I asked if I would still be getting paid until end of July, getting my refunds and flight ticket home, and he said yes. I left. No questions asked, no explanations from either side.
Driving home I had calm but my mind was debating.
Was it Umuh’s mum and Faiz’ dad?


5 weeks ago, 5 of my girls in Year 3 were playing inside the Y3 cubbyhole room. I was taking a video of them finishing their miniature town when Umuh, a 5 year-old kindergartener came in looking for big sister Bilkisu. One of the girls (Yaya) commented about seeing the Kindergarten teacher Ms. Reina earlier that day locking Umuh in the toilet for ‘being naughty’. Bilkisu and the other girls gasped in shock. I quickly stopped the video I was taking of the miniature making and turned the camera on Umuh and asked her who locked her up in the toilet. To make it short, Umuh was captured saying Ms. Reina locked her up in the toilet.
I did not want to get in the middle of it so I asked the assistant teacher in kindergarten, Miss Fatihah. She confirmed that it did happen but defended Ms. Reina saying she was there outside the door, that Umuh was not alone.
That does not justify locking up a little girl as punishment.
The following day, Umuh’s mum approached me at the parking lot and begged me not to make an incident report, that Umuh deserved to be locked up for being naughty.
I cried in front of her.
I cried because racism exists around me because of people like her.
Ms. Reina did not like hugging the black students in Kindergarten. Ms. Nor told me in the past that she shoves the food in their mouth and yells at them at feeding time. Ms. Lyn used to get laughed at by her and ridiculed for having a Nigerian boyfriend. Ms. Lyn would argue and say ‘What about your son? Is Dave not black, too?’ And she would laugh and say Dave is mocha-coloured not black. That he is Filipino, despite having very strong African features.


I pity this boy. He and his mother Ms. Reina went to the Principal and told a lie- that I locked him up in the toilet twice.
Can anyone really lock up a child twice in the toilet with 22 other 7-8 year-olds around and not get into trouble? Well, I did not but I got in trouble for it anyways. Ms. Nor was sent to the class whilst I was out to ask them if it was true and she found out the truth. A class of 22 will never tell a lie. I knew I had the truth to back me up, but the powers that be does not honour the truth. They used it against me, made jokes about locking up students every now and then, and it made me feel guilty and small albeit there was no truth to it. In the world of the blind, the one-eyed is god.
What really happened?
The first one was when he got told off for not flushing the toilet after pooping. He always forgets to flush, the classroom would reek after 15 minutes. We could never catch who does it, but that one day. He got told off, of course. But not locked up.
The second one- he locked himself in. I was in the middle of a discussion when we all heard panic in the toilet. He was banging the door trying to break it open, then I realised the door handle was pushed down instead of pulled up. I grabbed a chair and opened the window and instructed him how to unlock himself and then he got out. All 22 other Year 3s were up by the time Dave got out. I knew those 22 will defend me against Dave’s lies but will the principal hear them and be just towards me? Nope, instead he slaps me with a low grade in ‘Human Relations’ during the appraisal.
I pity Dave. He is not surrounded by people of integrity. This is what the future holds :8-year-olds like him. His whacking Zara and Farishta ‘accidently’ with a plastic golf club will never stop. His yanking Damia’s hair ‘just for fun’ is going to keep going. His pinching Mohammad until he bled will get worse. His playing with himself, oh god. I pity that boy. I pity him for winning against me with his lies. I am old but stable . I can find another job elsewhere.

I did not fight my case when I received the letter of termination despite having declined a job offer just a week ago at Fairview Johor Bahru campus, and having nothing ahead of me.
It demoralised me hearing my own principal berate Aqib during assembly yelling ‘You! Yes, you! You are good at nothing but stand there!’ earlier in the first semester. It demoralised me hearing him refer to Mr. Charlie as ‘this boy!’. My god, that ‘boy’ has had years of principalship up his sleeves! It demoralised me EVERYTIME he used a wrong tag question at assembly. ‘You went to CMart, isn’t it?’ Cringe.
It demoralised me how he used a false accusation against me and graded me low on human relations despite being the person who taught Ms. Reina how to drive, wrote Ms. Joanne’s plans for her when she was having bouts of depression early in the year, organised a fitness group among UUMIS teachers that got dissolved when they all decided something’s wrong with my generosity.
Until now, I don’t know who was my real enemy there at UUMIS. All I know is that I have gone the extra mile for each of them. God can strike me down with a lightning right here, right now and I can happily say, I have been nice to each of them.
There are many schools out there to work at, why be stuck in a place I would NEVER enrol my chid in in the first place? Why would I let my child be berated at by the principal? Or locked up when naughty? Never.
I leave in peace, UUMIS. But you deserve better. You can’t be a proud imminent management university with a rotten tomato inside for too long. You deserve better, UUM.

I’m back

Strength in sojourn

If there was anything, I had to prove to myself upon my exudos from my Bangkok life, it is this. I had always known that I am and always will be at my best alone.

Don‘t take crap that wasn’t thrown at you.

18th February 2016

After prayer time, my class was at the door chanting ‘Chinese! Chinese! Chinese!’ loudly as a chinese mom pass by after picking up her son from Year 1.

Then I heard Mr. Andre of Year 4 yelling at my class. I went out to catch a few bits of what he said…

‘Stop!! Stop calling her that, its very inappropriate and rude! I wonder who is teaching you that.’

The last bit stung me a little bit being in the moment. I asked him what happened. He said they were chanting at the lady and it’s very inappropriate and racist.

By then my class was already quiet and 2 of my girls, Faten and Yara were on the verge of tears. I asked them all to settle down and asked the 2 girls why they were chanting.

Yara said it was because she didn’t know her name.

Faten in between tears told me that she was just very excited about learning chinese with the lady.

I remembered 2 days ago during gardening, the lady said hello to my class and told them she was going to teach chinese class at school for free. The whole class was very excited about learning a new language because the day before that we were having a discussion and found out how many languages we each can speak. That we are all multilingual. We were very proud of ourselves. I told them too, not to be mean to others who can’t speak English very well because it meant the person speaks another language.

Faten got upset because Mr. Andre was upset with her. I told the class that Mr. Andre did not undertand why they were chanting, that’s why he got upset. That he was wrong to scream at them like that.

At the end of the day, I told Faten and Yara to go up to Mr. Andre and explain why they were chanting at the lady just as they have told me so that he would understand. He should say sorry to them for yelling at them when they did nothing wrong.

Youth delinquency is primarily adult delinquency.