the joy of being a teacher

it was a repost  from my fb account dated december 29, 2012.....

I was so touch.....

It was the first time I made my chat to a certain pupil since I accepted his friend request.. It's nothing personal why I choose not to chat with him but rather I just simply doesn't want to chat with them, my students in facebook... it's the same reason why I created another account where I had my selected friends as my friends... the other account is surely a bomb popping so many chat and messages from students.. but when i let my yahoo messenger open , it surely give them opportunity to view me as on line, because the account is link to my ym...

The boy keeps on sending messages.. I just simply reply until I get fond of chatting.. and I was so touch about his reply when I finally say my goodbye... not an end to the chat, but being their teacher in class... I been saying goodbye to all my close friends using my new account, that must be the reason why they don't have a hint of me leaving TES..

I was really overwhelm with his reply...

wow, i feel like an angel sent from above... my student, my prize of being a teacher...and it only come to my senses that the boy is not kidding, he really wanted to show how much he appreciates me being his teacher... he said before logging out.....

that word from an eleven year old boy... surely that was good enough gratification of being a teacher....

Five at 5

love me for what i am

We fell in love On the first night that we met  Together We've been happy I have very few regrets The ordinary problems Have not been hard to face But lately little changes Have been slowly taking place You're always finding something Is wrong in what I do But you can't rearrange my life Because it pleases you You've got lo love me For what I am For simply being me Don't love me For what you intend Or hope that I will be And if you're only using me  To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go I must be free If what you want Isn't natural for me I won't pretend to keep you What I am I have to be The picture of perfection Is only on your mind For all your expectations Love can never be designed We either take each other For ev'rything we are Or leave the life We've made behind And make another start You've got lo love me For what I am For simply being me Don't love me For what you intend Or hope that I will be And if you're only using me  To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go I must be free And if you're only using me To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go I must be free You're really not in love So let me go I must be free

"Love me for what I am" a song by the Carpenters...
When I heard the song it reminds me of Mahal Ko
Too early to tell everyone about him but he indeed the cause of the scenario between me and my son 
Too early indeed to tell if we will last a year or two...but one thing for sure he rocks my world at this very moment
Crying my heart out the whole night and day going through the pain of losing either of them, my son or Mahal, but worst feeling is losing him for I can't failed my son.. he is all i left and all i got...
We waited for almost three decades for our heart to finally speaks as one and now we needed to wait another year or two to make us bind as one

But through all the drama of our life, Mahal keeps on loving me and only time will tell if it will remain till our hearts beat no more....

Mahal nakabili ka na ba ng pisi.... maraming maraming pisi...Love u  Mahal ko....

*(hindi ko pla sya na ipublish, ngayon is ana rin sa mga angel na nagbabantay sa akin from above, sana sa muli natin pagkikita Mahal Ko nakikilala mo pa ako... Miss you  051120)

hits me like thunder

It's my so ordinary routine...turning my computer on..

But this time not just the usual fb page account... but needed to go to my blogspots...

Hahaha been blogging since 2010 when I first attended a seminar about blogging

Not so much interested in it I lost almost two blog accounts and can't access them now..

But what makes me scribble down and started all over again, well that's the scenario with my son as I mentioned in my blog yesterday...and not to forget I was deeply encouraged by my friend's blog post

Special thanks to my friend...I wanted to write again after viewing comiccurly.blogspot.com

I'm not a good writer, I always been corrected by my sister and friends...wrong grammar or wrong use of English language but nevertheless I still wanted to give my best shot...Pardon me if still you find error in my work...well practice makes perfect...

I'm a talker rather than a writer, I talk a lot and I talk too much, but in this point of time in my life I guess I rather talk less and write more...

A friend, migrated in Canada, once said that," Well why don't you try to make a change, if you can." 

It hits me like thunder... wanted to ask him what kind of change he is referring to... but feels so dumb and wanted to hide the guilt inside me and I was thinking that he is probably right...I knew it but I was lost, I keep on focusing on myself and not for the real change... We are chatting earlier before the scenario with my son... He is a private person, am so glad he consider me as one of his friend, he allowed me to invade his privacy... more so got an opportunity to talk to his mom, I feel like a part of his family and looking forward for such a wonderful friendship with him and his family..

I don't know why more quotes comes my way after that.. probably because I'm so down and I really love quotes and it was my way of  lifting my spirits... But coincidence it may be all quotes are all connected... It may be a wake up call as we looked at it but it really hits me like thunder... Boom.....and I was really shaken to my senses...

" Well why don't you try to make a change, if you can."said a friend migrated in Canada...

"You are free to choose what you want but you are not free from the consequences of that choice", said my son.

"If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you got" said my sister.

"We can never go back and change what has been said and done but we can always learn the lesson to make things better next time".... it was a post on my sister's wall...

"An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it's going to launch you into something great. So just focus,and keep aiming", it was a post from one of my favorite page about inspirational words....

Life oftentimes has its magical moment... when you're down you need not to ask for help..people around you that keeps on loving you offers it just before you ask for it... And now before that thunder roast me and puts me into my ground, I better start moving... keep phase with the magical moment of life and gets life back within me... priorities plus focus equals goal...

my guardian angel

" You are free to choose what you want but you are not free for the consequences of your choice"

Early morning was a mess..Didn't realize I was so fool blinded by my urge..
The next scenario nearly kills me and almost put me to my ground..

I slept after the scenario, pardon if I kept it all by myself...
When I woke up, as always I do , I open our computer...
I was frozen seeing the screen saver been changed...
It was posted " You are free to choose what you want but you are not free for the consequences of your choice"
My tears rush down my cheeks... my dear son has grown up by my ways... he learned by how I molded him...
I was touched and yet feel so ashamed of myself...

We seldom talked of things we did wrong but when we do we make it a point that we didn't argue...
Even I talked too much as what they say I do, I never be that kind of mother to my son.. I never did ever.
To lift his spirits I usually post quotes and inspiring words to our walls and computer monitor..
That's why I was touched when he did the same thing that early morning...Taking time to browse for quotes to express his feelings and to convey a message of how he feels about the scenario that had happened..

I was so ashamed of myself because i forgot to be sensible of what my son will feel of such action..
I always seek for happiness and yet forgot to ask if he is happy...
I feel so sorry for what I did... but so glad for him because he speaks out... he poured his heart out...

The following hours was a long silence... no one ever talks... I send him a message and even posted on his wall...
But the deafening silence kills me softly... but one thing for sure I never ever give up loving him for anything in the world...
I may give up my happiness for I'm positive that my son will always brings the life inside me...
So glad I have a guardian angel beside me all the time and backing me up till the day I die...