Reinventing Myself. I feel Rejuvenated

If you were to “reinvent yourself” what would you do?

I haven't really grown up much this past year. I mean, not as much as I hoped I would. I don’t know if many of you know it or not but as far back as I can remember, I have been quite independent. A bit spoiled perhaps, what with me being the only child and all; but I was left to my own devices. I never really experienced my whole childhood as best as one would expect. And I never got to experience a few developmental milestones that come with it. Sure, I learned how to ride a bike minus the balancers; yeah right, that was when I was twelve years old! A bit too old to learn how to ride a bike, I should say but that’s the truth. I guess it all boils down to being the only spawn of my parents.

I’m not telling this bit of history without telling you what prompted these musings. In fact, I will tell you why it relates to the question of reinventing myself. In all honesty, I haven’t really thought much about reinventing myself. Well, there’s my battle with my weight, but that’s another matter. What I mean to say is that I never realized that I didn’t exactly grow up.

Let’s backtrack a bit to a time where I was in elementary school. I’ve said that I was left to my own devices, right? Well, I was left alone most of the time; with constant weekly trips going from one relation to the next, making me feel like a ping pong ball. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing. No, it wasn’t. In fact, it made me feel more independent. I did my own homework by myself. I did my projects by myself without any help from others. Of course, my work wasn’t as outstanding as the others but I felt proud of it just the same. They were my work. It’s really funny how these bits remind you of who you are.

I haven’t thought about these memories much until yesterday when I thought about them. It does seem like a bleak childhood, doesn’t it? Do I feel melancholy? I would say not. In fact, I would even say that I was luckier than most to do things on my own.

Fast-forward to today. I realized that I forgot how to be independent. Being in another country seemed to have “dumbed” me in a way. I wasn’t the model responsible person but at least, I was a bit responsible for my age. At least, that’s what P said. However, that would not be the case today. It seems like being away from him has made me feel so dependent. I guess that happens when you are living with your mother.

I’ve realized that I haven’t really thought much about what my future would be. Maybe being away from P has made my goals go haywire like some jacked-up compass that wouldn’t point north. I realize that now. I should be the one to take control of my life and steer it to the right course. I can’t rely on somebody else to do it. No, it has to be me.

I may have lost sight of what I want to happen to me but all is not lost yet. I might not be totally reinvented but I know that I am now rejuvenated. I love that word: rejuvenated. I feel it is fitting for what I am about to embark.

All hope is not lost yet. Here’s to my rejuvenated life.

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WQ: In 2009

What are you looking forward to in 2009?

There seems to be a lot of things I am "possibly" looking forward to in 2009 but I am quite hesitant to share some of them for fear of jinxing them. I know that sounds so superstitious, but a little bit of superstition never hurt anybody, right? Well, seeing as I am not planning to list down my New Year's Resolutions, I would highlight instead, things that I will be wishing for in 2009.

For those who are following my blog, I bet you already know what tops this list, eh? Although I will leave it unsaid, it is still foremost in my mind. I am still a bit hesitant to say it because I still have my fingers crossed on this one.

I am also anticipating for the big move! Oh, I'm not going anywhere but my blog(s) is/are (I'm still unsure if I will transfer one or both of them)! That's right, I am already planning to move my blogs to WordPress and getting it self-hosted. I've been getting shouts of 'I'll help you transfer your blog" and "I'll teach you how to work your cpanel" from some of my close friends so I'm feeling quite confident with this move.

In preparation for this move, I have already successfully set up 2 self hosted WordPress blogs: Z Dark Room and Z Pink Boudoir, where I will showcase my photos and digital scraps respectively. Both of the blogs are not yet fully functional since I am still in the process of revamping them.

[I'd rather keep this one private]

I already started typing in a paragraph above but decided on keeping it private, a personal wish for 2009, if you will, so I hope you'll understand. I have a few thoughts about family and relationships to look forward to but again, those are best left unspoken err unwritten.

Thinking about what has happened in 2008 also made me realize that perhaps, I am ready to take another step in my life. Although at present, that is still impossible, it doesn't hurt to hope, right?

What are you looking forward to? World peace? An Improvement in the world economy? Those are in high order but I suspect, hard to achieve as of this moment. I know things will become worse before they get better. In fact, I hear that the year 2008 was already compared to "The Great Drepression" that happened in 1929. Since it spanned for about 10 years, I can see that our economic problems are bound to get worse before they get better.

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WQ: Spending Christmas

How was your Christmas?

With New Year rapidly approaching, I am quite at a loss as to describe how my Christmas went. It wasn’t what one would call a traditional Christmas, no. It was a simple preparation that my mom made to make Christmas dinner special. Because it is only the two of us, we just made a few dishes, one of which is Stracoto with Porcini Mushrooms and I made dessert.

Naturally, I was online and I was also on the phone calling my hubby and my mom’s sister and her family. I also had to greet my cousin whose birthday was on the 25th of December. I remember teasing her about only getting one gift for her birthday and for Christmas. Wicked, I know, but that was then, this time, I still keep on teasing her but she just takes it in stride. Her younger sister, the baby in our family, kept on begging me to come home in March in time for her elementary graduation. Yup, she is the youngest back in Dumaguete (this is not counting Shobe in Davao).

It was on the 23rd that I had a long conversation with P at around the stroke of midnight. It was fun hearing the sounds of Christmas in the Philippines, even if it was only through the phone. Since they didn’t bother to buy fireworks, P just made a racket; music blasting from the speakers, with him cranking up his guitar while talking to me; and they said guys can’t multitask?

We both knew we missed each other but we didn’t really dwell on those bleak thoughts. We talked about anything and everything, but with both of us wishing that we were together.

So, how was your Christmas?

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Weekly Questions: Happiness

This question hit me hard and I had to think about what to write about. A simple question but it calls for a complicated answer, don't you think?

Are you happy?

Happiness as defined by Merriam-Webster is "a state of well-being and contentment." Yet it is difficult to define it when it comes to your own personal happiness, right? Right. It is quite easy to say "I am not happy" than it is to say "I am truly happy." In fact, I have learned that a lot of things that I thought would make me happy really didn't make me happy.

Inasmuch as I would try to believe that I am happy, I find that there is something lacking. It is not discontentment, mind you, but something more. Sure, I may have more that others have today but I find that it is not enough.

My life, while growing up was quite happy, but complicated. We all have our own personal stories, so I am not going to bore you with mine. Suffice is to say that my childhood was unique however, I was spoiled. I used to think that everything could be solved by material things, and for a time, they where.

Someone told me once that their family may not have what I have but they were happy. They lived simply but they were together. I was slowly welcomed into their home and I realized that there was more to being happy than I thought.

This made me remember the song Love Will Be Our Home that I kept listening to when I was still a child and this time, I know why I love the song so much. I listen to this song right now and I cried. I finally know what it truly means and why I was drawn to this song.

I am happy. It only took one person to make me happy.

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WQ: Cherish the Memories

I'm back and I am excited to reminisce and share my Christmas experience after I posted a...melancholy post. Now, on to the question.

What special Christmas memories do you still cherish as the years pass by?

I cannot pinpoint a single Christmas memory because there have been quite a lot that colored my past but I have learned to appreciate every memory.

I remember Christmas dinner at my grandparents house with my father's family. My grandfather was one who loved Christmas and spared no expense when it came to Christmas dinner and the decorations. Everywhere you looked there were various twinkling lights on the outdoor plants and I remember the tall Christmas tree and the presents underneath it, it was enough to make a little girl excited! Approaching 12 midnight, we would all gather in the porch and see the grown-ups set up the fireworks and by 12, all of them where airborne.

When my grandfather died, Christmas wasn't the same. We didn't have the same Christmas spirit that we used to have when he was still alive. We didn't gather at their old house anymore so we had Christmas dinner at our place. It was my grandmother who made our Christmas special. She would always take out the decorations and encouraged me to participate in the preparations. It was during this time that I started baking and helping out in the kitchen. This time, I was happy to try out new things like my fudge chocolate cake and my infamous lasagna. Ham, bacon and hotdogs were a staple and my grandmother would make her famous humba and estofado. Yumm yumm! We invited everyone for Christmas dinner and we also had the fireworks; our very own Christmas tradition.

There is no Christmas like a Filipino Christmas. With me in another country, I can only wish that I was back home...if only in my dreams...

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Weekly Question: Welcome to My Life

I apologize to Miss Julie for not answering her questions for two weeks in a row but I now starting to get back to answering her memes in the future.

What comes to your mind and what do you feel about the lyrics of the song "Welcome to My Life"?

My hubby and me are fans of Simple Plan and we are not strangers to analyzing what each song means. We love doing this and discussing what the among ourselves gives us another reason why we love these songs.

When you hear this song for the first time, you immediately love the beat an d can sing along to the chorus as most of us do. Unfortunately, only a handful take the time to get the lyrics and read them along with the song. More often than not, we just sing along without really understanding what the song is trying to convey.

"Welcome to My Life" is a song that shows teen angst and pain and those that do not belong. These are the kids who need help. Unfortunately, our society doesn't see them as hurting but whose feelings they can simply discount.

I am not a stranger to these hurts when I was still in grade school. The desire to fit in and be loved is always there. Most of you may not know it but I was one of those "lost souls." Oh sure, they said that I was lucky to have almost everything I wanted but I felt that I didn't belong anywhere. I only had a few friends because I wasn't as outgoing as I am today. I was reserved, a loner if you will. My friends, however, didn't know how I felt.

I found salvation in books and my writing. The rest, as they say, is history. But even though I have "found" my way, I still cannot discount those feelings of being alone and unloved. Despite these feelings, I never once thought about ending my life. I am not trying to judge those who used that as a last resort but I am happy to say that I got away form its evil claws.

Children can be cruel sometimes to those who do not fit in. I know of someone who had to transfer to another school the next year because of a handful of students who made fun of her and treated her like a leper. Yes, this things exist and I was a witness to this atrocity. Another incident happened again when we where in high school. It was a different student and the bullies where different as well but it is all the same. Fortunately the student had the guts to tell someone and it was immediately stopped.

To say that I haven't been bullied is an understatement. At the lowest points in my life, I became a victim to two bullies. We're friends now and one is even a close friend but I got over that part by myself. I simply woke up one day and discovered that I had the voice to stand up for myself and hardened my heart not to care about them at all. I also realized that bullies are those who feel great satisfaction in putting someone else down. I rose above them and to this day, I laugh at my naiveté.

Being different is hard as well. I felt that when I was amidst people who I wasn't close to, they tended to judge me. Perhaps it's because we where on a different wavelength but they simply didn't let me in. I didn't mind though. I made friends with a few people at that point and I wasn't one to suck up to a person just because I wanted to be their friend. I hate being plastic and I hate trying to fit in. After all, they where the group who tried to destroy a friend of mine, too. She survived and I know she is better than they are.

To the bullies out there, welcome to my life! I am not afraid anymore and it has been a long time since I was being bullied. You just don't know how it hurts those who are weak but I came away stronger because of it. I will still see you when we have our reunion in three years and I still see you around the city but know this, you didn't break me at all.

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Weekly Questions #17: Weird Culinary Delights?

This is the sequel to WQ #16: Ugh where a friend of Miss Julie ate pig's brain. This weeks question is about the weird culinary delights that you have tasted. Hmmm, I admit, I was one to snub my nose up at them but...I've tried to give them a go, even for just a bite! I'm not one for joining Fear Factor but I can manage to blend in with my hubby's friends and his...eclectic tastes.

What were the worst or weird food (for you) that you have ever eaten? What were your reactions?

Let's back track a bit to ohhhh 19-20 years ago, my dad actually gave me dog meat for lunch. Hello! I was such an innocent kid way back when and I remember that I loved the taste but I can't remember how it actually tastes like. My grandfather, Lolo Basiong went through the roof though and cursed my dad (well, not really cursed) and that was the last I ever tasted dog. Now that I had my baby Dalmatians, I swear that I will never eat any dog meat and will curse the person who will let me eat it without my knowledge. I'm serious people. At this point, I'd like to say a few words to my departed puppy Sly. He died last Sunday and I am so heartbroken that I couldn't be with him in his last few days. I know he missed me and I miss him, too. Me and Sly where very close and hubby's fave is Shine (the mommy) who is hale and hearty.

Next, I've already mentioned eating Balut or duck's embryo. No, I do not eat the embryo just sip the liquid and a little of the yellow stuff. I'm not a huge fan of this weird but common delicacy but I can manage to swallow a few bites just to blend in.

I've also tasted Goat's head soup or something. I don't even know what it's called but my hubby forced it on me. It actually tastes like beef stew and it's cooked well, so it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Of course, I didn't see the head in the pot so my stomach was fine the whole time. On this note, I've also tasted a few strips of kilawin which is raw similar to goat skin similar to kinilaw. Surprisingly, it tasted okay but I'm not a huge fan of it.

Pig intestines or shia-i was also a common food when we went to the beach when I was still a kid. They usually buy it with chicharon and it is actually similar to chicharon in that it is crispy. Shia-i is okay when the intestines are cleaned really well because if not, you could taste the bile in it. Unfortunately, my hubby forced me, AGAIN, to take a bite of a not so clean intestine and it tasted AWFUL! I am never going to do that again!

Another variation of shia-i is isaw which is chicken intestines. This one is usually grilled and is a staple in places where you can buy tocino. I admit that I love isaw when it is split in half before grilling. Basically, isaw tastes bitter when it is not cleaned or cut in half and that is a no, no for me.

I draw the line in eating dinuguan or cooked pig's blood, though. It's also a staple during parties when there is the famed lechon but I don't eat lechon so I can justify not eating dinuguan at all.

I've seen and heard quite a few weird delicacies for real and on TV. I know most of you have seen chicken head and chicken feet (addidas) being served in the local markets. *Shiver* I don't think I can take that though.

I'm actually quite game in trying anything and sometimes, I do enjoy eating the weird stuff being served in the Philippines. I guess you can blame it on the fact that my hubby is always forcing me to try some and sometimes I don't mind - much.

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Weekly Questions #16: Pig Brains in My Lasagna

Teacher Julie had a really interesting question for this week and a story behind it. You see her friend had a second helping of lasagna only to find out that it wasn't beef but PIG BRAINS! If you want to read the whole story, visit Greenbucks.info for the article. Okay, so now that you have read the story behind it, here is the question:

If it were you in that situation, what would you do?

Now, this is a toughie! As Filipinos we are raised to polite to a fault wherein it would be a faux pas to be downright rude to our host or hostess. Yes, we all just have to "grin and bear it" or simply "suck it in". Although I am all for trying out new things, feasting on pig brains would not be at the top of my list.

However, since I had survived eating the first helping without nothing drastic happening to me and it tasted good, I would probably eat a third helping of it! I see nothing wrong with pigs and brains in my favorite lasagna, but hey, they said Filipinos eat the whole pig but the oink!

There are other dishes that are borderline gross, if you ask me. Take the infamous Dinuguan (Cooked pig's blood with intestines), now that is something that I draw the line to eating. I know Pinoys love their Dinuguan to death (pardon my pun) but I'm not one of them.

Eating pig's intestines is also yummy, well if it's cleaned and cooked well, I would love to munch on one! I've also tasted goat's head stew or something but I forgot what it was called. I didn't see the goat's head though so I could stomach it as well as everyone. It tasted like beef, actually. I've got to admit that my hubby is a fan of letting me try some of the things that I don't normally eat but as long as they're cooked and deemed safe, I would have some!

Kinilaw (the Pinoy version of seviche) is also yummy especially if it's prepared by my hubby. It's not cooked but it's wallowing in acid that I think most, if not all bacteria have been eliminated. Balut is another story though. I absolutely do not want to eat the whole duck embryo! I can take eating the yellow thingy and sipping the liquid in it but I absolutely abhor munching on the poor little ducky.

Come to think of it, Pinoy food does sound like an episode of Fear Factor!

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Weekly Questions: Tears

What makes me cry?

Many people view crying as a sign of weakness. In men, they view it as unmanly when in fact, it's not.

I believe crying doesn't necessarily make you weak at all. I have had my crying moments where I cry silent tears of pain and happiness or a bawl my eyes out in pain and anger. But whatever my reasons are, I am not afraid to cry and admit that I cry.

1. I cry when I read. I feel so touched by the protagonists story that they almost always bring me to tears.
2. I cry when I watch a movie. Movies that touch my heart really make me cry. A few movies that both hubby and I cried to where I am Sam and Radio.
3. I cry when I get hurt. This is a normal response to humans and I am not ashamed to admit it. My hubby and I both had our moments. When we fought, when we talked, both of us are moved to tears (I hope he doesn't kill me when he reads this entry!).
4. I cry when I'm happy. It's simple. When a memory touches my heart, when an act makes me happy, I shed a tear or two.

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Weekly Questions #15: Niche

After two weeks of passing up answering Teacher Julie's Weekly Questions meme, I am ready to start anew. I was interested about writing about her two previous questions but I couldn't fit blogging about it to my schedule. I have been, and still am, pretty busy these days and I am trying to juggle as much weekly memes as I can because I promised myself I would.

If you are to start a new blog focusing mainly on a particular topic or niche, what would your niche blogging be all about?

All through the years, I have made a lot of blogs, deleted them, and abandoned the others. Currently I have been maintaining four blogs. Considering my busy schedule, I sometimes come up short and forget to update my blogs. Well, sometimes I do get tired and bored (as all Aries are) and tend to stop what I had started but so far, I have kept all four of them afloat.

All my four blogs have basically different themes. This blog, Deranged Insanity, is mostly about my random thoughts, quite a few rants and then some, and even miscellaneous posts that don't belong to my other blogs. Traipsey Turvey was supposedly my photoblog but it has morphed into a reading, review, travel, music, and movies blog; a hobbies blog of some sort. PierrEzrah was created last year because I wanted to chronicle our wedding preparations, mishaps, tips, and updates pertaining to our wedding. Unfortunately, I was bushed with school so that blog morphed into both Pyertubs and my personal blog. My last blog, 'ez-rə fō-tə-grafs and 'skraps, is now officially my photoblog and digital scrapbooking blog. There is nothing in there but photos and scraps so just hop on over and view them. Of course, I never claimed to be a professional and my shots are not really that good.

Now back to the topic at hand, a new niche? Well, I have squeezed my brains out to make these four blogs a success and I don't think I can add one more to them. I'm not going to add another bothersome blog but I have always dreamed about having a multi-authored book review blog. I'm a bookworm at heart and always find time to read books and I would want to discuss, debate, and dissect a book that I love, or hate, for that matter, with other people; thereby the multi-authored blog. That niche is pretty much out of my league but libre ang mangarap!

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Weekly Question #12: If You Were an Olympian

The Beijing Summer Olympics 2008 has created quite a lot of hype these past few days; what with news of the fake pyrotechnics during the opening and the girl who was lip syncing. In the spirit of the Olympics, Julie is asking an Olympics related question this week.

If you were an Olympian, what sport would you be participating in?

Most of my close friends would agree that sports and moi do not mix at all. Heck, I don't even remember being fascinated with sports ever! Sure, I did my stint with all the various games while I was in school but I dreaded them! I guess this was partly because I was mildly scared of our gym teacher, who is also our neighbor. Even during lectures, he manages to scare the living daylights out of me and I know most of my friends who were under him too would agree. He usually referred to all of us as "kingkoy" whenever we can't answer his questions during oral recitations. Hehehe

Over the years, I have tried tagging along with Never Dainty whilst she played basketball at the gym during Saturdays. Yeah, she's a total freak when it comes to basketball and I'm sure her entry this week would be about basketball. Go figure.

During the high school Intramurals when I was a Junior, I was a part of the soccer team. Ha! Some fun that turned out to be. I was never good at it at all. Anyway, nobody really wanted to be in the girls soccer team at that time so everyone who was in charge with the snacks where encouraged to join in just so we wouldn't loose by default! There were a few who were good, though but I sure wasn't one of them!

The summer before I started college, my friend Catswee and I, also enrolled in a summer swimming program so that we wouldn't embarrass ourselves when we have swimming for PE. Unfortunately, we entered in the wrong level and started swimming from scratch even though we belonged to the intermediate level! What fun. I can still remember one time when someone came and checked us out at the pool.... I remember he was wearing a white shirt! Hehehe the highlight of my summer.

I am not athletic at all and I don't even watch sports on T.V.! Well, when pyertubs kept coming over and became a permanent fixture at my house, I was forced to watch Billiards, NBA, the World Cup and even tennis! I do know a few sports personalities, though so I'm not totally behind the times and can keep up a conversation regarding sports pretty well. I know a certain someone would really want me to score sigs from Lebron James and Tony Parker. Hehehe... Sorry dear, I'm not buying tiks for the NBA. Not yet, anyway.

Now, I'm getting off topic here so I'm going to answer the question this time. I think I would definitely participate in football. Yes, FOOTBALL or soccer as it is popularly known in this part of the globe. I know many would raise their eyebrows and ask why I chose this game. Well, it's only because I have deep roots in that game. My father, uncles, and even pyertubs were soccer players. My father was coaching a team way back in the day and pyertubs was a goalie for his team also way back in the day!

I might not be the world's ultimate athletic person but I can still dream. Dream about being the next Mrs. Beckham? Hahaha on second thought, maybe I already am. I mean, pyertubs was a soccer player...


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Weekly Question #11: Au Naturale?

Should people heed the call of the Catholic Church to not use artificial means of contraception/reproductive health products and services OR should they go ahead, talk to their doctors and plan for how they want to practice family planning?

When I was a nursing student, I learned the pros and cons of birth control. As future members of the health care community, we have discussed issues regarding this topic and had endless debates as to whether using contraceptive methods are morally wrong.

First of, I would like to explain what contraception means. Contraception, sometimes synonymous with birth control, is a regimen, device, or use of medications in order to deliberately prevent pregnancy. There are different types of contraception methods namely, the natural and artificial methods. Natural forms of contraception range from the rhythm method, to coitus interuptus, to abstinence. On the other hand, the artificial form of contraception would be the use of devices and/or medications and hormones like birth control pills, condoms, the use of abortifacients, spermicides and the like. Abortifacients are becoming quite popular these days due to the increasing number of teenage pregnancy. Abortifacients are medications that induce abortion to get rid of the current pregnancy.

According to surveys, the Philippines is the 12th most populous country. With lack of jobs, increasing prices of basic needs, lack of fertile lands for farming, and depleting natural resources, the population issue should be addressed. The Catholic Church has a firm stand on contraception (artificial method); deeming this practice morally wrong. In fact, they only support the natural forms of contraception which are not as effective as the artificial forms of contraception.

As much as I would love to agree with the Church and their stand, current circumstances insist that a more active form of contraception be made.

Julie stated: the church should not pass judgment on people regarding their stance on the use of artificial contraception as morally wrong.

I agree with this statement. They have no right to pass judgment on people. They keep on preaching on and on and on about using the natural form of contraception and yet, they aren't doing anything about it. Sure, people who are planning to get married have to go on a one month seminar regarding this matter but they (the Church) are not actively enforcing this. I know this is true because we got away with it when we had our seminar, but that is beside the point because I know the different forms of family planning and what not; now what about the others? So, before the Church would go on and on about not using artificial forms of birth control, I suggest they take an active interest in teaching and preaching the importance of limiting family numbers and using natural forms of family planning.

Looking at our country, we can see that there is an increasing number of underprivileged children. Most of them come from big families and their parents cannot afford to clothe them, much less feed them three times a day. I remember the children begging for food near Jollibee and children as young as 7, selling peanuts at El Amigo or in Rizal Boulevard. They do this every night and tell us that they cannot go home because they need to sell all their wares. Some even disclosed that they would get a beating if they can't sell all their peanuts. These children need to be at home studying and preparing for school and not roaming around the streets at night. Sadly, that is not the case.

Our school system has also dropped. A lot of children don't even go to school because they cannot afford it. They can't afford to buy books, notebooks, pencils, and even uniforms. Public schools provide free books but usually, they gather dust in a stock room somewhere because they just let the children use the old books instead, with 2-3 students sharing one book. If ever a child is lucky enough to be in school, they cannot study at night because they are out again, looking for money just to buy food for their family, something their parents are supposed to do.

How can we control our growing population when there are a lot of people who don't know what contraceptive to use? Our health teachings are quite futile because we know that people only attend them because we give away free snacks and prizes. It is quite obvious that our teachings still don't sink in and many families still have a hard time raising their kids. It seems that the only people who are intent on family planning are those who can afford to have a number of children.

Personally, I am not against using any form of contraception except abortifacients. I absolutely abhor abortion and would not recommend it.

With a high population rate, who knows what would happen? With our current unstable economy, who knows what problems this would bring?

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