the canDIshhh tales

I only learned of Viber when I got my iPhone last 2011.  It was a 'must' app that I needed to get.  I had no clue what it was for except for messaging.  It was a free message platform - provided that you are online.  Years passed and I rarely used it.  I have to admit, I am partial to Whatsapp - I can't explain it, but I like it better. So I used Whatsapp and Viber whenever I was traveling (provided that I had a wifi connection or was on data)  It was convenient all right and that was it. Last year, when my pediatrician's secretary lost her phone - what she did was (to save money in sending SMS) she sent a Viber message to I think most of her patient's parents saying that her assistant lost her phone and what the new number was.  At first, I thought it was brilliant.  But then when I my phone started getting notifications every few seconds - it got irritating.  Apparently, my pediatrician created a group message that included ALL the ...

I remember when I was younger, I assumed that when one was depressed - it simply meant that, that person was sad.  As I grew older, I realized that it was something more than being sad. I learned that being depressed meant something more.  It didn't just mean that one was really sad, crying all the time, enveloped in problems - these are merely the outer layer that people see.  What they don't see and realize is that it goes deep within a person.  I'm sure you're asking - why?  Why am I writing about this?  Well, because it hit a nerve.  I cannot explain it but I understand to some level why a person would think of suicide.  I've had thoughts about it a couple of times in my lifetime.  For sure you will label me as weak but I tell you - inner turmoil is different.  Thoughts are ripping you apart!  It may seem superficial to you, but I swear - its real and it is happening. I ask you NOT TO JUDGE people who are depressed.  Do...

I love to write. Literally. As you know, I have a collection of pens.  And I use them, all the time.  I scribble, I doodle, I write.  But really - I write, on paper, on scratch paper, on notebooks, on stationary.  Looking back, I was thinking - who or what made me start writing?  To be honest, I remember being in HS, and I think it was my friend Kathlyn.  She was what you call very poetic.  She kept a journal filled with poems.  I think during sophomore year in ICA, we were all encouraged to write, we were made to make a journal out of notebook that our teachers would check on weekly.  I think as a teacher - I'm sure a LOT of students didn't participate while others, well - they found their knack for writing.  I found out that I had so many things to say, but I couldn't say it out loud.  So I kept journals.  Journals that I valued and treasured.  Mind you, I bought fancy notebooks to write on - and I kept them.  U...

Time flies. It seems like it was yesterday that I gave birth to Kailee.  I still remember every detail.  Sigh.  Fast forward to now - Kailee is now three - 3!  Can you believe it?  I can't!  But I need to - because obviously, she's really three years old! For a while now, actually since last year - I have been asked the perennial question 'Does she attend Pre-School?'.  I want to know - is it recommended for a child at age 2 to attend pre-school?  Can you tell me why?  I want to know.  Because you see, I was 4years old when I attended pre-school, and it wasn't because it was I wanted to, but because my alma matter pegged the acceptance age for Kinder at 5years old, and so according to my mom - I needed to attend pre-school.  My twin brother on the otherhand went straight to Nursery (this is what they call Kinder in Xavier School) without going through pre-school.  So normally, with that set up, I would normally expect k...