ATM cards

ATM cards play a significant role in human life. Employers send their worker's salary in their ATM card or the so called Automated Telling Machine card. When I was studying in a university, my parents used to send my allowances in my ATM. It was more convenient because I was very sure that the money was not fake and I didn't want to handle large amount of money with my own hands or placed it in my pockets.

As of now, I have two ATM's---- the PNB or the Philippine National Bank and the Landbank. The latter is my original one and it is a government bank. We applied in that government bank because my uncle is a employee of that bank. I used to remember my uncle would me advices about some tips on getting money from the ATM machine safely.

Moreover, when I was surfing the internet, I just read an article which had the same advices just like my uncle. I wanted it to share to all people because this information is really a very big help. Check out this link:

http://finance.yahoo.com/banking-budgeting/article/112006/more-on-spotting-atm-skimmers?mod=bb-checking_savings

Plight of a tutor

The situation that happened in the tutorial could not still get off my head. Contrary to popular belief, I was the one who told my mom to get a part time job because I want to have an experience in becoming a better person. I envy my classmates who had experienced in teaching students. However, when I told my classmates about this they would just keep silent. Also, they told me that they look down on their tutors. I did not expect that this were true.

Moreover, the management in the tutorial gave me two to three kids. These children are slow learners and indolent. The management is hoping that if a teacher who was a graduate of a national university in the Philippines would handle them, their grade would increase and they could graduate in elementary. As, what you can see, the pressure is with me. Nevertheless, I had to make the learning enjoyable as much as possible and I have to "spoon-feed" them. But to make matter worst, they did not tell me about their assignments and I have to bargain with them every time we have a lesson. If I would not do it with them, they would just play around.

Now, I decided to resign from that tutorial because I received too much insult from them. Yet the management was on their side. In just a matter of P50 per 1.5 hours I would receive a a hurtful insult. I did not think highly of myself but in a matter of P50 this would happen to me. Sometimes, I think and ask myself is this the plight of workers in the Philippines?

Stupid and ill mannered student

Today, is my one month anniversary as a subject tutorial. I am supposed to be happy but I have a bad news. I quarreled with one of my students. This student has been studying in one of the prestigious catholic university in Davao. As expected they have to be good mannered and religious. However, I was really very shocked because almost all of the students in that tutorial know all kinds of bad words. To make the matter worse, this black complexion student of mine is a slow learner.

During my first week, I just reprimand him. But as time goes by, he is getting worse. Since he is slow learner, I am oblige to give him basic problems and after that turning them into complex problems. When I did that thing for the first time, he gave me a f**k sign or the infamous PI in tagalog. I just got out at the room or I would not look at him for the rest of the lesson. Sometimes, he would even said in front of me "i**t teacher" or "your **ther is a s"n of a d**k". I started to think that when I would shout back at him, he would respect me because I am a strict and he would be afraid. Because of this, I decided to say all bad words that I know and telling him that he is the most stupid student in that tutorial. In short, I stoop down to his level and I also insulted him.

This student decided to change to another teacher. I dont know what is the reaction of the parents or the management but I am willing to fight for my own rights no matter what cost. I am not afraid of them because I know that I am right. In fact, I want to talk with the parents.

Unsual thing

The things that had happened yesterday night could not still get out of my head. It was like a wound that keep on inflicting as time goes by. I wanted to send a message on friendster if I am really the topic. This was very unusual because it was the first time that he opened what was really in his mind. Yet, I am afraid of the consequences because we are not the only people living or working in this planet. Sometimes, we have to think the welfare of the others.

Last paragraph

I am writing on how to describe myself and as a past time I was about to write an article about what I feel for these past days. Why I would want to sit in once corner while looking at the darkness. Well, this article would be another post because I have an important matter to discuss.

Nevertheless, I searched my university in the youtube if there were available post . I end up clicking with all the programs such as a lyric that has been played and performed in our university. Even if I was tired, I still read the words which was posted last October. I read this lyrics because it has been one of the most popular song in my university. But what caught my attention was the last paragraph. I really asked myself if I am the topic. Until, now I keep on remembering what had happened. I dont know if they would be happy or not but I did not feel guilty about it. For me, it was the opposite. Furthermore, I would not say something about it because it was already too late. As what they say, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Besides, what had happened would be cover up with the present relationship that the boy has. :-)

Troubleshooting

These past few days, I really got the fright of my life. I thought I could not write again in my blog. The posts could not be seen which is very important in a blog. I asked the help account of blogspot but I had to wait for some minutes for the reply. During these times, I could not think of anyone who could help me in solving this problem except of course myself.

Then, I just do the basic troubleshooting like the trial and error method using the Blog post editor. I am very thankful that it works in my blog. I wish that this would not happen again because I really love this blog. It is like a picture of who I am.

Part-time job

Today is the first time that I received my salary in my part time job. When I received the small amount, I was really very shocked because I am not used with it (forgive me for saying this one).. However, as minutes pass by, I feel contented with it. Although it is a little amount, I am still very thankful because they accepted me despite that it was too late and I can have another experience which could help me to become a better person.

I am also very happy today because one of my students gave me a chocolate.
If she only knows how much I really love chocolates. Hahaha.. Actually, the student would only take a tutorial if it is finals week. But, I am very happy because she passed her examination in math. Moreover, I am closer with her than my other two pioneering students. Well, I really hope that this chocolate would last for a long time because I am planning to share it with my sister.

Grandparent's garden

When I was young, my aunt would plant flowers in my grandparent's garden. There were a lot of flowers that I had remembered. But the flower that really caught my eye was this kind of flower. A very simple and unpopular flower. Until now, I really dont know what its name despite that graduated as BS Biology major in Ecology in a university. I used to remember, my friends would ask me every time I would stop and hold it petals. I just answered them with a smile. I never told them about my grandparents' garden.

Eighteen years later, the garden is replaced by some plants such as orchids and some fruit trees. Some portion of the garden is now converted into a warehouse. The big and robust tree which I could not hug with my both hands was cut.

Now, when I would pass that street to buy any kind of bread, I wonder if how I could plant this flower again to my grandparent's garden.