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If a parent is the one spying on their own teenager, would it be stalking?

I was clicking some links and it led me to this website that sold gadgets and stuff for spying on teens

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With the movie Transformers coming out after years of it being unheard-of by the youngsters, suddenly toy-car hobbyists are coming out again with their stuff.

When I was younger, we had G.I. Joes (We almost had it all, even vehicles and airplanes), Transformers (the real big ones, Optimus Prime, baby!), He-man, She-ra (mine), Smurfs, slot cars, matchbox cars, Lego, Scrabble (mine), Barbie and Ken (mine), Dungeons and Dragons box sets, those styrofoam airplane thingies, Magic cards, … hmm… A lot. I don’t even know where our toys are now.

I remember when we used to play with the G.I. Joes, Iks, my older brother, would dismantle the Joes and do mix-and-match, which was pretty cool! We’d swap heads and torsos and appendages and stuff.

Ahh… Gone were the days when we’d gather in the study and play together– me, my brothers and my cousins.

What toys and hobbies did you have when you were a kid? Do you still have them around somewhere? ^^

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It’s confirmed. I’m volume-deaf.

I can’t distinguish very well if a sound is very loud or too soft or something. Well, maybe too soft I can distinguish when I couldn’t hear it anymore… But …

Ok. Today, I had my students write down my strengths and weaknesses that they’ve observed so far, and my areas for improvement.

A lot of them said my voice was too soft.

Soft? What the heck. I feel like I’m shouting in their class all the time. I AM shouting in their class all the time. After class, my throat feels like sawdust.

Anywayz , whenever I record a song and mix it, my volumes always suck. Sometimes my vocals are too loud. Sometimes, it’s too soft. I always have to have someone check it out and I go through a couple of mixes …. Like now.

I’m trying to sang Kamara’s I’m Proud. hiros said my voice was too soft… I thought it was too loud already >__<

Aaahh… Too loud earphones destroy your eardrums :D

Oh, in case you’re wondering what else the kids said, a lot of them said I’m nice. A couple of them said I’m TOO nice (under negatives). Almost all of them said I’m cute. Dx… and actually, not a lot of them put anything under negatives… *sigh*

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Here in the Philippines, our “school buses” aren’t always in the form of a bus. Actually, school buses here that are buses are not that often. They can usually be found for private all-boys or all-girls schools. Most of the time, the school buses here are just vans or spacey vehicles usually with some kind of a truck rack installed on the top and can be called “school service.”

When I was in grade school, I went to school and back home in one. Actually, just one year in grade school. That was in grade 5 when we just moved to the new place. Mama had a job then and we were quite new to the place so she had me be on school bus or school service.

I remembered this because of the traffic jam on the way to school today and I saw a whole lot of them lined inside a neighboring school.

I have a lot of good and bad memories when I was still on a school bus. Our driver was not a very good driver. He was always speeding and swerving and braking all of a sudden. He was such a mean man. We all hated him. Another memory is when the van broke and we stayed at the school service operator’s house and they fed us fried chicken. My favorite memory is when I blew into my tetrapack of chocolate drink and the liquid just squirted out on its own and on to the uniform of one of the other kids.

My worst memory of the school service didn’t really happen on the vehicle. We were waiting for the vehicle and playing a game… called patintero… It’s a game where the “it” group members each stay on a line and the other team tries to get past the ones on the line. Maybe I’ll explain it sometime later. (Now I remember that patintero is such an unlucky game for me). Anyway, my fingers got hooked accidentally on one of the kids shirt (don’t ask me how) and pulled him and his head hit the corner of a post…….. and it bled. He needed stitches for that. Thank God his family didn’t charge me or anything. I don’t think my mom knows about that… or anyone else O_O!!!

Oh well…. In school buses/services, you get to meet kids of different ages and usually just near your place, so it’s really cool.

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For those who didn’t know, I was at a Leadership Camp (LC) at the school I’m teaching at last night. It’s actually a two-day two-night event (Friday Night to Sunday Afternoon) but I only stayed until Saturday noon. The participants are kids from grade 3 to 10 (8- to 16-year-olds)

Everything is planned and facilitated by the students. We teachers didn’t really do anything much. All that was required of us aside from eating was to watch over them for more serious issues like injuries or late-night escapades.

The “leaders” of the Camp had some games planned and a couple of smaller kids got hurt. I wondered if these kids had child insurance because the young kids were going to be by themselves without their parents for 2 nights, and most of the bigger kids were not really paying attention aside from wanting to win the games. Although one of the purposes of the camp is to be a “leader” and that includes taking care of the weaker ones.

It was fun. In the morning, for breakfast, they had to make sure that everyone was complete, or else they couldn’t eat. In each group, a kid or two got “kidnapped” and were kept in the faculty room. The objective was for the others, especially the older kids to notice that some of their kids were missing.

Kids are pretty creative, aren’t they?

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