Looking forward

It’s been more than a month since I’ve had an excruciating abdominal pain. It’s been more than a month since my first time being hospitalized. It’s been more than a month since my operation. And, it’s been more than a month that I have been thanking God for giving me another chance to enjoy life.

August 23, 2017. While my husband and I were on our way home from SM Lanang, I suddenly felt like my stomach burst and my intestines wrung. From the tricycle going home, I just placed my hands on my tummy trying to ease the pain but it was of no use. The pain was so unbearable that I couldn’t help but scream and cry. The entire night I was thinking that it was just a normal stomachache or I just ate something that disturbed my stomach. So, I just let the night pass thinking it would be gone the next day. But, it didn’t.

August 24, 2017 at 2:00 in the morning, my husband awoke because I screamed again due to the pain. Thinking that that pain was already something else, instead of giving me mefenamic or celecoxib, he gave me paracetamol. (Yes, it’s not the remedy.) Somehow, I was able to go back to sleep until a couple of hours later, I couldn’t bear the pain anymore. Then, my husband decided that we would rush to the hospital.

At the hospital, things happened slowly and quickly at the same time. Slowly, because I wanted to know immediately what really was the culprit of my abdominal pain. And, quickly, because medical attention was rendered to me swiftly. When I learned that I had to be admitted, call me crazy but I was actually excited because it was my first time being hospitalized. However, that excitement was overpowered by worry, anxiety, and fear, as I was advised to undergo whole abdomen ultrasound. (But, I was more worried that I was told not to drink or eat anything for the ultrasound.)

It was then 9:00 in the morning; it was already time for the ultrasound. From the emergency room, I was brought to the ultrasound room. When I was being checked by the doctors, I could hear them saying the words ‘fluid’ and ‘mass.’ By then, I had already theorized that my ovarian cyst finally leaked. But, we still waited for the results.

After the ultrasound, I was brought to room 304. There, we waited for the doctor who was in charge of me. From then, I already felt groggy and my senses seemed to malfunction due to my thirst, hunger, and pain. When my doctor finally arrived, she told me that I had to undergo surgery because according to the ultrasound result, my ovarian cyst had already ruptured and chocolate-like fluid had scattered in my abdomen, hence the abdominal pain. She informed me that the operation would be done at 6:00 in the evening of the same day, which meant no food and water intake still until the surgery.

Since I was not allowed to eat nor drink for the whole day technically, the only thing that I did on that day was to sleep. However, there were times that my slumber would get disrupted because of the pain. Also, I was already irritable because aside from my abdominal pain, my hunger, thirst, and headache raced with each other. I was also so importunate to my husband because I would keep on asking him if I could drink water yet.

After brawling with the multitude of pain, finally, it’s time for my surgery. After my friends offered a prayer for me, I was then brought to the operating room an hour before the operation itself. Call me again crazy, but as soon as I entered the operating room, I felt so excited because I was excited with the thought that finally, my cyst would be removed! At last, after 4 hours of operation and 2 hours at the recovery room, my abdomen was cleansed and my ovarian cyst of 12 cm was gone!

That day was indeed one of the most grueling ever, but I just couldn’t help but feel so blessed despite and in spite of. Despite the hospital bill that almost reached to 100k and the longing to go back home and back to work, I was and still am very thankful to the following who have shown their concern, extended their support, and expressed their love right from the time that it was found out that I had cyst until the time that it was finally removed from me:

• To my students in F. Bangoy CES, thank you for praying for me and for being so behaved in the class despite my absence
• To my colleagues in F. Bangoy CES and to our principal, Ma’am Abayon, thank you for the medical assistance and for the prayers, too.
• To those who visited me in the hospital, thank you for sparing your time to visit me. Your presence and love made my cells happy and strong!
• To the nurses and doctors of San Pedro Hospital, special shout out to the two nurses at St. Lorenzo ward, whose names I have never gotten, thank you for the immediate medical response you have rendered and for the care that I have really felt during my ‘one-week staycation’ in the hospital
• To Dr. Marie Angelica S. Araral, thank you very much for removing my cyst and for the discount 😉
• To PhilHealth, PCSO, DSWD, and OSAP, thank you very much for the financial assistance!
• To Sir Vince Garcia, thank you very much also for the assistance, Sir.
• To my family, relatives, and friends, who have always been my constant prayer warriors, thank you for the love and care.
• To my husband, Daddy Arbie, thank you. Thank you for the love, the tears, the care…everything!

At present, I am on leave and I am fully recuperating at home. As of today, my incisions are already healed, but my left ovary itself is not fully healed yet. Even if my cyst was already removed, there would still be a possibility that it would recur in 5 or 6 years. Regardless, I am now very happy because I am quite healed and I am looking forward to the day that I will be back to the hospital again, not because of a cyst but because of giving birth to a healthy baby!

To God be the glory!


Words of Thanks to My DCHS Family

(Disclaimer: Someone told me that I might give a thank you message during the thanksgiving ceremony. So, on the day of the thanksgiving ceremony itself, actually during the general meeting, I hurriedly wrote this thinking that I would really give a message. However, there was no giving of message; instead, I blogged it. This is unedited, so forgive the grammar lapses.)

A year ago, I was here before you, giving my testimony about how thankful I was to be part of the Davao Christian High School family, that I was already “home.” A year (or so) after, I’m here again, giving another testimony about how thankful I am to be part of the DCHS family, but this time, I am already leaving home.

It’s undeniable that DCHS has become one of my second homes. It wasn’t that difficult adjusting here maybe because I’ve already met some of you during the Inter-Chi volleyball competitions. The school itself isn’t unfamiliar to me anymore, too, for I was able to join seminars where the venue was here. Generally, DCHS and I have made a bond easily and smoothly. With that, I would like to thank DCHS and the people who have become a wonderful part of my life.

To my English area family, thank you for the fun moments especially during our outing at Lake Sebu and Gumasa. Thank you for unceasingly teaching and guiding me with my lessons, activities, etc. To Ma’am Katya, my ever loving, supportive, and encouraging subject area coordinator, thank you, Ma’am. I will surely miss how you’ve been constantly appreciating and believing in me, not only as a teacher but also as a person.

To my volleybelles, thank you for the super duper fun times from playing to eating. Thank you because even if we often lost, we still had fun. Don’t worry. I will not apply in any DACS school, so I will not become your opponent in the Mother Assumpta Cup. I will miss you all and the free jersey! :))

To my high school family, thank you for the (insert adjectives) memories that we’ve had. I’ve learned different things from each of you, and I truly appreciate the times that despite the stresses, we still find time to laugh and have fun. I will miss how we become so “seriously fun!”

To my fellow 4th year teachers, thank you. Thank you for the support, patience, and understanding. Being the youngest (ehem2x), I am so happy to have kuyas, ates, and tatay in the 4th year family. I will surely miss your brilliance and enthusiasm.

To the guidance people, Mayor, Mymy, Ma’am Sashi, Amielle, plus PGen, thank you for adopting me during lunch time. 😀 Thank you for listening to my dramas and to my jokes (if I had). Thank you also for the stories that you’ve shared with me. Never worry. My lips are sealed and I value confidentiality.

To my travel mates, thank you for the bond and fun! Looking forward to more travels with you! Please text me! :))

To Ma’am Frane, thank you for the opportunity of sending me to the K to 12 training in Baguio. Thank you. I’m sorry if I had not become the teacher that everyone expected me to be, but rest assured that I love and care for my students for them to become ‘independent learners,’ and to the extent that my husband gets jealous whenever I keep on buying prizes for the kids. Still, thank you so much, Ma’am.

To the most awesome and loving principal, Ma’am Jocy, a big, big thanks to you. You just don’t know how you’ve inspired me and all of us to be excellent teachers. Thank you for the birthday notes, for the counsel, for the LOVE, for everything. You’ve indeed touched my life, Ma’am, and you are one of the people whom I will miss a LOT! I know it’s difficult to find another Ma’am Jocy in other institutions, but I pray that I could meet a leader who is enthusiastic and supportive as you. I love you, Ma’am.

To everyone who has become part of my life in one way or another, thank you. Though, to be honest, I don’t know some of you personally, I still thank you because you know me. :))

Some of you are surely confused why I would be leaving. One of the reasons I’m leaving is that I’m applying in public. My husband has recently been accepted as a public school teacher, and he has encouraged me to apply in the public school. Yes, it takes months to be in the public, but as what I’ve informed others, “While waiting, baby making!” Please pray for me and for us. 😉

Two years of stay here in DCHS may be so short, but for me, it’s like I’ve already been here for a long time because I was able to adapt well easily. I may be leaving DCHS, but my love for the school and the people will be staying here forever. We never know, I might come back here soon, or maybe there in Ma-a. We never know. Only God knows.

Thank you and good noon.

My 2014 Resolutions?

It has been months of hiatus since my last post, and as a comeback, I think it would be great if I start the new year right by writing one post. And since it is already 2014, I would might as well enumerate my cliche new year’s resolutions.

1. I have to lose weight. Before I got married, I could remember that I weighed 55 kgs. That was two years ago though. Now, I’m sure that I already weigh 75-78 kgs (the last time I weighed, I was 74 kgs). So for 2014, my goal is to lose weight. Not because, I want to, but  because I have to. I need to. There are nights that I have to catch my breath. I mean, seriously. And because of my obesity, I can’t bear a baby yet. So losing weight is not only for me to look good (again), but also for me to be healthy.

2. No soda, no junk foods, less sweets. Two years ago, (yeah, before I got married), I really imposed discipline to myself: I drank no soda; I ate no junk foods, and I took less sweets. I did these things to make my body slimmer. Did. This 2014, I want to do what I already used to do. I actually tried not to drink soda and eat junk food last year, but I always got tempted whenever they were before my eyes. And with the sweets? Hehehe!

3. I will spend LESS time surfing the net (FB) and playing Candy Crush. I admit. This new year’s resolution is one of the most difficult resolutions for me. I could say getting away with this hobby that I almost always do is tantamount to smoking that has to be stopped right then and there. This will surely take time. And discipline. Much discipline. I’m keeping my fingers crossed though. (What level am I now in Candy Crush?)

4. I will be a good wife to my husband. Please don’t get me wrong. MY HUSBAND IS NOT UNDER THE SAYA (henpecked). It’s just that he has loooooooooooooooooong patience and wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide understanding whenever I have my tantrums. I’m so blessed to have a husband like him, but is he blessed to have a wife like me? It’s something for me to ponder on.

5. I will NOT procrastinate and cram. My new year’s resolution for ages! Masters assignments, school works, etc. I know I can still work well if the deadline is almost near, but wouldn’t it be much better if I work on something days or weeks ahead the deadline? But actually, as of writing this, I have already procrastinated. Facepalm!

6. I will save money. I actually did this last year, and I could say that I was quite successful. Quite, because there were some instances wherein my savings had to be used for emergency purposes. Nonetheless, I will still continue saving this year. Leggo!

7. I will refrain from buying impulsively. Nice shirt! Awesome book! Yummy food! Cute Winnie the Pooh stuff! Oops! I think I have to control myself from buying things that I actually don’t need at all.

8. I will be more hardworking. To be honest, I have been slacking off recently. Maybe my weight can be a culprit. Regardless though, I have to be more hardworking at home, with my studies, and at work, or I will regret. 😉

9. I and my husband will keep our house clean and organized. It’s a good thing though that on New Year’s Eve, I and my husband had our general cleaning. Now, our little abode is way much, much better than how it was before. Well, we will just have to maintain the cleanliness of our home.

10. I will read and write more. Thanks to my husband, I was able to awaken the bookworm in me years ago. However, I am not that consistent in reading thick novels. So hopefully this year, I will be able to read books again. To add, I also hope that I will be able to write more posts this year.

It’s still the fourth of January, so I still have 361 days to do these resolutions. There may be instances that will surely make me deviate from these resolutions, yet I will try my very best to follow them. With discipline, I can! Good luck to me and to everyone who has set his/her new year’s resolutions! Happy new year!


Last week was one of the busiest weeks in my existence. I was bombarded with a mountain of papers, a queue of deadlines, and a reservoir of things-to-do. Despite these, I was still able to sneak out and log on to one of my favorite social networking sites: Twitter.

It was March 2, Saturday (a day after my birthday). I paused for a while from checking my students’ quizzes and signed in to twitter. It would really be my habit to scroll down and down my timeline to check the tweets of those whom I had been following. Suddenly, a certain tweet struck me so much. She tweeted one, foul, Bisaya word. Because of my astonishment, I replied, “What??” Few minutes later, I wondered why my “following” and “followers” were decreased by one. I even tweeted, “Did someone deactivate his/her account or just block me? :o”

After that tweet, I just ignored everything. I continued checking some papers and watched the UAAP Volleyball Finals on TV. But, when I was trying to figure out who deactivated his/her account or who blocked me, a sudden intuition came in my mind. So, I went to her profile, checked her tweets, and then I realized she had just blocked me. She even had some series of tweets saying that she blocked me, etc. Because of what I found out, I tweeted,


That short incident has brought me to a great shock! Actually, whenever I remember what she did, I just can’t help but feel a little upset about it. I’m not furious because I lost a follower, not that. But, I feel that rage because imagine, a Grade 4 girl uttered such nasty word online? Questions were rushing in my mind whenever I think about it. Does she know what she was saying? Does she feel proud that she is saying such words? Do her parents know about what she has been saying online? Does her family know about her actions or speech? I don’t know. I really don’t know. But, I, as a teacher, feel so sad for her. Even if she has never been my pupil in my previous workplace, I know her. She is talented, confident, and intelligent. She is actually an honor student. The fact that she is known due to her talents and intelligence dismays me. A lot. Call me overacting, but I really hate people, especially YOUNG people who keep on cursing. I admit though that I am not perfect. I sometimes utter something defiling; however, I am trying my very best not to say anything obnoxious anymore. Besides, as far as I could remember, when I was a child, even saying the word ‘crazy’ in vernacular was like a mortal sin! Maybe, that tweet was one of the best examples of the saying “Language evolves.” *Sigh!*

They say that Twitter or any social networking site is a person’s outlet of his or her happiness, excitement, sadness, and/or anger.  In spite of, I hope that people will be responsible enough with whatever they do or say (or tweet for that matter). I know there is Freedom of Expression, too. However, are we still expressing such freedom as how it is supposed to be expressed? I’m not cleaning my hands here nor pinpointing someone else’s doings. It is just that we have to be extra careful with our words and actions. If others would find you corny if you say good words, disregard them. It’s not your loss if they treat you that way. Besides, we are here on earth not to please anyone. We are to please and praise God.

Matthew 15:18 (http://pinterest.com/pin/274860383479171211/)

It’s RUDYLEN! :)

Rudelyn, Rodelyn, or Rhudelyn? Well, NONE of the above.

My name is often misspelled—way back when I was in grade school until now. I don’t know what is with my name that it gets misspelled often. I am Rudylen, so it is R-U-D-Y-L-E-N.

My name is…

To be honest, there were times that I tend to dislike my name. When I was still in my elementary years, whenever I was asked about my name, sometimes, I found it difficult to pronounce my name. I could not even give them my nickname because my nickname was “Lyn-Lyn”, and that was how my neighbors called me. That nickname, too, for me, was not good to listen to. It sounded childish (for me). Going back to my name, I really had a hard time enunciating my name before. I was not sure how it was supposed to be pronounced because even at home, my parents would not call me with such name. They called me (and even still call me) “Ate” because I’m the eldest child and the only daughter. So, I was extremely puzzled with my name and its pronunciation.

Until I reached Grade Six. I could vividly remember how my Grade 6 English teacher had difficulty in saying my name. It was English time when our English teacher called me for an oral recitation. She had a hard time pronouncing my name. After several tries of saying my name, finally, she said “Rudylen” (roo-di-len). By that time, I used that pronunciation for my name. LOL 😀

By the way, you might wonder why I was named Rudylen. Simple. Because my father’s name is Rudy. But, no. My mother’s name is not Len, OK? They only added “Len” to my name, so it would be meant for a girl. I know you might find this funny. Don’t worry. I found it funny, too.

What if I were given the chance to change my name, would I? Before, I would really say a big YES! I even used to scribble down pretty names on a paper or in my notebook before. However, now, despite how peculiar my name is, it is still my name. I was born as Rudylen. I was baptized as Rudylen. I was known as Rudylen. Though I have been known also with my other names—like Ate, LenLyn-Lyn, or Rhudz—these names are above all from my real name: Rudylen.

So, it’s Rudylen. No other else. 🙂

Our Simple Tenses of the Verb Class

I never expected yesterday’s and today’s sessions as four of my most enjoyable lessons and classes in my teaching life.

Our lesson was simply about the Simple Tenses of the Verb. For fourth year students, this lesson would have been a cliché for them already, for they had learned this when they were still in their grade school years. However, yesterday’s and today’s classes went to show that there was still something that they had to learn and relearn. The lesson on simple tenses of the verb seemed to be ‘simple’, but most students (even professionals) got mistakes with this—in spite of how simple it is.

After the prayer, we started with our game: Verb Charades. These were the instructions that I gave before the game:

1. The class will be divided into two teams.

2. Each team will choose one classmate as their guesser. The rest of team will be the clue-givers.

3. A short sentence, each with different verb tense, will be presented to the team while the guesser, who will be in front of the team, will be guessing the sentence correctly.

4. The sentences that will be presented to the team will be in the past tense, present tense, and future tense respectively.

5. For the guesser to guess the sentence successfully, the team has to act out the sentence.

6. Each team is given 5 minutes to guess the three sentences. The team who guesses the three sentences correctly (or who has the higher number of points) will win.

When the game started, both teams had fun in acting out the sentences, and the guessers also had fun (and anxiety) in guessing and giving the sentences correctly. The following sentences had to be guessed:

For Team A:

The boy ate ice cream. (past tense)

Father dances on the stage. (present tense)

The carpenter will build a house tomorrow. (future tense)

For Team B:

The girl drank milk. (past tense)

Mother cooks in the kitchen. (present tense)

The policeman will catch the thief tomorrow. (future tense)

Though one team won over another, both teams had fun. So did I.

the four sections (with two teams each) during their verb charades

We then went to the lecture-discussion afterwards. During the discussion, my students listened intently, and some even asked questions to clarify some things. I sensed that they really had the gusto to learn, and I highly appreciated their dedication to learn. Another thing, after the discussion, I mentioned some sentences to my students to which they had to identify whether the tense used in each sentence was in the simple past, simple present, or simple future tense. The flow of the oral drill was good, until I mentioned the sentence, “I am beautiful.” In the four sections (of different sessions), the students really answered me with “PAST!” OK fine. LOL I just continued with another sentence. “I will give you a zero later.” The students abruptly replied, “No, Ma’am!” LOL Well, generally, the discussion went smoothly and of course, fun!

After the lecture-discussion, we proceeded to the evaluation part: the Rap Game. The gist of the activity was for them to compose a short rap song using the tenses of the verb. After fifteen minutes of composing and practicing, each group presented their ‘cute’ and fun presentations.

Generosity section writing then rapping! 🙂

Honesty groups during their Rap performances

Loyalty groups, yoh!

Humiliteam! 😀

Despite the short time given to them for their practice, they were still able to come up with nice performances. They weren’t perfect—yes, but they were good. Above all, aside from the fact that they relearned the simple tenses of the verb, they were also able to appreciate the simple tenses of the verb—in a fun and cool way.

Break it down. 🙂

The Long Weekend is Over!

After five consecutive days of holiday (in Davao City particularly), I could say that majority had really enjoyed the long weekend. Some stayed in the city and squeezed themselves with other spectators during the festival. Some went elsewhere. Some stayed in their homes instead. Whichever, everyone enjoyed the long weekend – in one way or another.

However, for me, it was not that super, ultra, mega fun at all. I thought my long weekend would be one of the most enjoyable long weekends ever, but it turned out to be the irony. Let’s just say, I expected too much? Yeah. I expected too much. Maybe I hated the idea of “planning things that would be turning out to be FAIL eventually!” Well, I did not have any choice but to accept the fact that the long weekend was finally over, and our plans were merely plans. Better luck next time though.

Despite the frustrations and disappointments that I had over the long weekend, somehow, I was able “to enjoy”. My husband and I spent most of the days together – sleeping, waking up late, drinking coffee, facing the net (which I did most of the time), cooking, eating, talking, and cuddling. For me, these common activities turned out be fun for us, for we were able to enjoy each other’s company. We might have not gone to the resort, where we were supposed to go for our short vacation slash honeymoon (LOL!), but we were able to spend time together at home. No expense paid. Blissful.

So in lieu of being into a sulk after my frustrations over the long weekend, happiness and blessedness overwhelmed me. I thank the Lord, for the long weekend had given me and my husband precious time and moments to relax our bodies and minds and to be with each other of course. Priceless.

Tomorrow is another day – another day to celebrate life and to celebrate the blessings that the Lord has been giving us.

Blessings everyone! 🙂