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The Eternal War between Parents and Teens?

What is this hang-up of parents about handling teens?

Why should they always be at war? Why should there be divisiveness?

It's something I don't get, why parents and teens should always take a swing at each other.

I think so far, at the homefront, me and my teen are getting along fine. The war between parents and teens can be skipped, my opinion.

I can't really say it's about starting the relationship right from the very beginning. My teen has suffered the brunt of all my angry years when he was small. If there's any child who has the perfectly reasonable excuse to harbor some long-time anger at a parent, it's him.

But I have paid my dues, and I have assured him of my apologies and I have made up from all my wrong-doings.

So far, now, we are okay. Of course, there are times that I do my usual sermon, but nothing that bad that usually burdens the toxic teen-parent relationship.

How do I do it?

By just letting him be. And by clarifying I don't do it bec…

Kindling our Kid's Dreams

I'm a little concerned over my sons' lack of "I wanna be a sumpting when I grow up."

I just realized it when I was bugging Ice (My teen's new nick. Kewl, eh.) what course he was going to take in college. He is now a high school junior and some universities are accepting applications from 3rd year students.

He is now thinking of ... surprise.... social science. Both his parents are social science double majors. Where do you suppose he got this interest? From the teacher, of course, not his parents.

And so, recently, I've also been bugging the second son what he wants to be when grew up. I have always thought there was only 1 career that I would REALLY mind if any of them wanted it (i won't say what it is)... but anything else is alright.

To my semi-horror in his pre-school years, Leon wanted a noble yet life-risking career. He wanted to be a fireman. I hosed down his dream by telling him about the reality of the fireman's career in this country.…

Happy Father's Day, Mang Napo

Yesterday was just so full of love, with people remembering their dads.

Cousins, aunts, uncles and nieces remembered my dad. I felt, even though he has been gone for some years now, he has touched their lives with his happy ways. I was particularly touched when I realized a niece of mine, who was a little kid when Mang Napo was around, was also very fond of him.

Funny how he taught me a lesson yesterday even if he's been gone for so long. Some people chase a lifetime of accomplishments to be remembered by. When really, you don't need to be anything other than be happy. And people will remember you anyways.

I really feel grateful I had him as my dad.

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A Long Overdue Post about Plurk

At first, I wasn't sold about microblogging. I felt it was invasive. I felt I didn't want to be updated of the first microblog posts that I kept seeing. These are ONLY : "Good morning." "I just ate (write in food here)." and "I'm going to sleep now." Fun.

Then I read an article about this being the next marketing thing (this was in 2008). It also pointed out that marketers should get used to the discipline of saying what you want in 140 characters or less. So then and there, I decided I wanted that skill of concise communication. I signed up for Twitter.

A few hours later, one of my bestfriends IM'ed me - "Hey, do you have Plurk yet?" No, but I just signed up for Twitter today. "Try Plurk. It's much better."

So I signed up. (I want to post a pic of 1st post but it's too deep down the timeline.)

I rarely tweeted after. It just wasn't my type.

For Plurk however, I have always marveled at how its …

Birthday is Assessment Time

For me, the time to assess my life is new year and my birthday.

Conveniently, both are exactly 6 months apart.

By now, my main objectives in life are more laid back and zeroed in to the more valuable.  In the past, my main objective was just overcoming the toxic career path, even when I already had kids.

At 34, I have worked hard for things that I thought were important at that time. I have experienced them  all, headaches from overthinking strategies, designs, next steps.  I have skipped sleep, stayed awake and tapped away while my workmates went home and slept,  I left for work trips only to realize on my way home that my kid's birthday party was that afternoon, and I was late, etc. etc. etc.  I have gone on working trips carrying my tiny boy in his pajamas, still sleepy.  I worked while he stayed in a corner of the conference roo -- on a mattress, with toys, books and crayons.  I have decided I wasn't going to miss anymore of my sons' growing up years, and did it.  I…