On Writing Posts

I’m clicking on my previous posts. When you have written so many posts, you have to remember to look back and see your previous ones. The posts just become more beautiful when you read them after a long time.

Seeing all my posts, my topics are too divergent to classify all of them, most of  the posts are under Personal Stuff. It’s not as if they’re really hard to organize into groups like the Factions in Divergent: Erudite, Dauntless, Abnegation, Amity, and Candor. Some of my posts are like Tris who is an Erudite and a Dauntless, so I put them under two categories. 

My moods don’t really affect my writing that much, I could write an angry post while I’m happy, a sad post while I’m angry, things like that. Another thing I notice is that I tend to write sparingly, often inconsistent. I could have a writing spree, and sometimes, it takes a year before I write another post. It’s not always because of writer’s block. I simply am too busy to write sometimes.

Some of my posts have the same topic as my mother’s blog on princesslubag.blogspot.com. I don’t know if my blog is a child and my mother’s blog is a parent. You think blogs can have relations like that of family trees? I might believe so. My mom often suggests things to write, mostly about travels.

One thing I’ll say, however. The last thing I want to write is a diary entry. The only post that resembles a diary in this whole blog is my 1-week stay in Bulacan.

I can’t publish my posts on the iPad, the connection is broken, so I usually use the desktop or my mom’s laptop. The WordPress app on the tablet still shows failed posts that are already on my blog. What can I say, partiality is also present in technology. Ever tried to open a document and a message comes up, saying the software couldn’t open it? I have, and it’s frustrating.

I prefer writing posts on the tablet, I like typing a lot. You don’t have to copy a whole wannabe post from paper to the screen of the tablet. Everyone has their own writing preferences, and I’m showing mine.

I’ll admit, writing a post is sometimes boring, often considered a last resort to killing time while waiting. I often write when I feel the urge to. We all need motivation to continue through writing at times. Usually, what motivates me is the fact that I haven’t updated my blog for a long time.

Before I even start writing a post, I mentally recite what I will write on my blog. Writing is finding your own voice, and I take this literally, like Jessica Zafra. I have to hear myself reciting what I write, otherwise I get stuck. 

Once I’m done writing, I show it to my mom. She edits my work, shows my erroneous subject-verb agreement if I have, and shows alternative words for what I write to make it better. She tells me about the corrections, and I simply edit, following my mom’s instructions. Why not Dad? Often, he’s always somewhere in the Philippines.  Also, I ask him only when I have a hard time in Mathematics. There you go. Dad’s good in Math, Mom’s good in English. 

After I edit the post, I usually add the necessary Tags, organize in Categories, then, I click the Publish button. Finally, I view my finished post. If I see an error, I click the Edit button and do some editing, then I click the Update button.

On Saving Money

Saving money everyday is a good introduction to your child on money matters. Everyday, when you give him his allowance, tell him to save part of his money. Put it in the piggy bank, jar, wallet, anywhere where he can put his money. Repeat this everyday, then, after a month, ask him how much he has. 

This can be related to discipline. It may seem sorrowful at first, but it will bring the gift of righteousness. Same thing with money. What you save may be small at first, but it will eventually be too much to fit in your piggy bank, jar, etc.

Saving money everyday is good. Your child will have enough money to buy what he wants, without having to bug you to buy. Let him decide whether to save part of his money or spend everything. You can tell him to save his money before buying what he wants later on.

I wouldn’t be writing about this if I wasn’t practicing this. I save 25 pesos everyday and right now I have 865 pesos with coins. I don’t have to ask mom or dad to buy what I want. It gives me freedom on buying what I want, so long as it’s within my allowance. I don’t buy all things I like, however. You have to also ask your child if the thing he’s going to buy is important or useful. This helps at least prevent shopping regrets and unnecessary spending.

However, the child will also be influenced by you, because you are the parent. You have to save money yourself by putting aside money, better if the child can see you doing the same thing, otherwise, it’ll create a contradiction between what you say and what you do. You can’t go preaching to your child/children the importance of saving money if you yourself are in the red with huge credit card debts. You should not always give in to your child’s wishes and always reward him/her material things, because it will defeat the purpose of making your child save up to buy what he/she wants. 

Last of all, both parents, mother and father, should save up money too. The money you save will not always go to the things you want, but at least it will help in paying regular expenses, serve as back-up if a parent loses his/her job, and also for family vacations.

It’s Hard to be a Student

If you’re a student in school, then you know that you feel as if you have two lives, one at home, and one at school. It’s best if the two are kept separately, otherwise, it becomes embarrassing. When your parents come to school to pick you up, all your classmates, even the bullies, become very nice to you. You know they’re only like that because they’re afraid of your parents, but you can’t do anything about it, it’ll just make the situation more complicated.

Same goes for the giving of report cards. Your parents complain about the low scores of your subjects to your teachers (not my mom, okay?). You, witnessing it all, are too ashamed to say it’s because of that unfinished project, those quizzes with down-to-hell scores, etc.

You see, your parents have the best intentions and are earnestly trying to help you, but you’re too ashamed to say what’s really happening to you, those dirty jokes that make your classmates open-mouthed and mentally practicing the line ” Yuck! I’ll tell you to Teacher (put name here)”. Those crazy pranks in school, “Where did my bag go again?”, your classmates’ reactions to just about anything, that chaotic last-minute review of a subject, etc. This world of school in your classroom will vanish as your parents come and pick you up.