Birthday Greetings

sa lahat ng aking mga naging mag-aaral, napatawa ko man o napaiyak... ang mahalaga may natutunan kayo kahit paano. Para naman hindi nasayang ang mga panahong pinagsamahan natin. Para masasabi kong naging makabuluhan ang lumipas na tatlong dekada ng aking buhay.

Maraming salamat sa mga pagbati! Lubos ninyong pinasaya ang araw na ito. Ipagpatuloy ang sinimulang kahusayan at palaging paalalahanan ang sarili na, "Kaya 'yan!"

Hanggang sa muling pagkikita!

This is such a happy day! Ngayon ko lang muli ito naramdaman makalipas ang limang taon. Sa wakas, may grades na ako sa graduate school! I know I still have a long way to go, but I will finish this.

It's true that I find fulfillment in teaching, but I derive such immense happiness in being a student.

Naalala ko tuloy yung nasabi sa akin 'nung isang tao dati, "Sana napapasaya rin kita ng ganyan (referring to how my thesis grade made me feel)." Saya saya lang!

Just happy to spend the afternoon cleaning up my room. Done fixing my books! Now, unpacking boxes from five years of teaching in MCHS and reading all the notes and letters my students and fellow teachers gave me.

A teacher's job is not to simply teach from the book but essentially to inspire students to pick it up and read it for themselves.

Teaching may be difficult but it is undeniably fulfilling.

Kaarawan ni Bonifacio

Kahapon, bago matapos ang klase, hinikayat ang mga mag-aaral na basahin ang mga aralin tungkol sa Himagsikang Pilipino, hindi lang dahil kasama ito sa Mahabang Pagsusulit, kundi dahil sa ito "ang isa sa mga pinakamaganda at pinakamaipagmamalaking yugto sa ating kasaysayan."

Nawa'y mabatid nila ang papel ni Gat Andres Bonifacio sa kalayaang kanila ngayong tinatamasa.

On Long Weekends and Stress-free Days

The long weekend is making me realize how much i miss the simple things: waking up early yet not rushing to work; butter on hot pan de sal; ordinary house coffee; having breakfast on the kitchen counter; laid back music in the background; and the whole idea of not thinking about work. Nice. Perfect.

The stress of the PAASCU resurvey visit was indeed physically exhausting and psychologically draining! It's just February yet I already felt like I have used up all my energy for the school year. Now I'm enjoying the simple things. Stress-free things. Things that make me realize that I am in fact human. Hahaha... funny.

Will go out biking later... time to feel the wind on my face again. (yeah, that one, too!)

Pagninilay sa Bisperas ng Bagong Taon

Ngayong 2011, ititigil ko na ang paghahanap ko sa sarili. Hindi pala pwedeng hanapin ang hindi naman talaga nawawala. Magpapakahusay na lang ako sa mga dapat kong gawin sa buhay. Gawing halimbawa si Lee Candelaria (naks!) May ilang buwan na lamang para magpakahusay sa pagtuturo. Pagkatapos nito, saka na ako magdedesisyon kung anong daan ang susunod na tatahakin.

Tigib ng pighati ang 2010. Kagabi hanggang kaninang umaga ay muli kong binalikan ang mga naging bahagi ng masayang pag-ibig. At tuluyang binura sa memorya ng aking mga telepono. Sana maging pagsisimula rin ito ng paglimot. Tapos na ang mga araw na nagdadalamhati at nangangarap, panahon na upang harapin ang realidad. Batid ko namang may naghihintay din sa aking magandang kapalaran. Kung saan at kailan ko ito matutunghayan, iyon ay hindi ko alam. At hindi ko rin iyon hahanapin. Kusa siyang darating sa tamang panahon at pagkakataon. Hangad ko ang kaligayan para sa mga taong nagdusa dahil sa akin. Nawa'y makamit ninyo ang kapayapaan ng damdamin sa taong darating at sa mga susunod pa.

Ibabalik ko ang dating kahusayan -- sa pag-aaral man o sa aspetong propesyunal. Muli kong paninidigan ang tungkuling iniatas at taos-puso kong tinanggap apat na taon na ang nakararaan. Isa akong guro. Nakasampa sa aking mga balikat ang mga kabataang inaasahang makapagpapabago sa lipunang matagal nang nahihimbing sa kawalan.

Kailangan ko na ring tahakin ang sarili kong daan. Ako mismo ang gagawa nito. At sisimulan ko na sa madaling panahon. Lumilipas ang oras. Ang mga pangarap ay kailangang simulang buuin. Hindi ito kusang nabubuo. Kailangan ng pagkilos. At ako mismo ang dapat gumawa noon. Gagawin ko na. Aasikasuhin ko na ang mga dapat asikasuhin sa unang buwan ng taon para anuman ang mangyari, handa na ako. May magandang kinabukasang naghihintay sa ating lahat, iyon ay isang katotohanan ng buhay. Ngunit ito ay naghihintay para sa atin. Hindi ito darating nang kusa.

Tigib ng mga salita ang isip ko ngayon. Naisin ko mang isatitik ang mga ito, alam kong kukulangin ang mga pahina at mangangalay ang mga daliri ko. Ngunit isinisigaw ito ng puso ko. Panahon na para makinig. Baguhin ang sarili. Nang sa gayon, kahit sa isang tao man lang, ay may pagbabagong nasimulan.

Nawa'y kasihan tayo ng Maykapal. Isang mapagpalaya at mapayapang Bagong Taon sa ating lahat!

On Teaching as the Coolest Job on Earth

It is cool in the sense that we "mold the minds of the future" but it is extremely exhausting to note that, aside from vulnerable minds; we also deal with sometimes unreasonably demanding and at the same time irate parents; heaps of paperwork; mindracking graduate studies requirements; a wreck of a social life; and a few times, impossible colleagues!

But yeah... we have the coolest job on earth.

Don't Work. Avoid Telling the Truth. Be Hated. Love Someone.

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Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.
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I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.




What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.




The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.




I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.




The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

It's Sunday evening and I'm supposed to be working on my learning plan and instructional materials for tomorrow but in spite of the heavy dinner (of bagnet, fried rice and fried egg) and a bag full of meringue, I still can't find the energy or the inspiration to commence working.

And then it came to me... that I believe I am most effective as a teacher when I'm using the board and the ever reliable yet sometimes dusty chalk as my only visual aid.

Then again, I really have to seriously prepare because class observations will start tomorrow until next week and I don't wish to have a rather mediocre mark on my observation sheet. Tsk tsk... I promised myself last night that I will start being productive and efficient and all the other adjectives that may be used to describe an awesome teacher. Okay, strike awesome out. The best teachers are not necessarily awesome. Strangely, I seem to have a very limited vocabulary when it comes to teachers and teaching! Ah well, who cares anyway?!

I'll jog with a few teacher-friends later... hoping to meet Inspiration somewhere around the Oval.