lessons learned

Like an artist, we constantly shape ourselves to become better and stronger persons.

People from all walks of life have their own stories to tell. No one has the right to judge someone's loneliness, confusion, or decisions. It is only between God and that person what changes need to be made.

BUT. These trials should not hinder us from becoming what God wants us to be. Thus, these trials are here for a purpose--

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In such a night

Like this,

You whispered “goodbye”

And you disappeared.

With the rain pouring,

Wind blowing,

And thunders roaring,

You left me hanging

With your silence

And a Broken Promise…..

                                                                                                                                                ♀reconnaissance♀

D' Bleeding Pen

D' Bleeding Pen

strokes,

light,

gentle,

soft as an angel's wings

produced by fingers

entwined around a pen,

making it bleed,

like a gash,

a newly cut wound

Blood flowed as

the ink

pouring out

with pain,

with joy,

with utmost uncertainty

full of emotions

never ending

staining the paper

red against white

words against clean sheets

worlds created

with irony,

written words

in contrast

as black and white,

day and night,

moon and sun

until it stops.

NO FLOW OF WORDS.

Wounds begin to heal

blood trapped inside

its escape prevented

No words staining the paper

no blood

no red against white

or contrast

and there is no

bleeding anymore

with the pen

 forgotten

ink dries upon paper

red

turns to black

and black

turns to white

writer falls asleep...

Memoirs of a teacher.

i really love these kids, but I have to deny those times when I can't help but miss them. :( I just wish that I have imparted values, and I have made them feel accepted during my short stay in PID.

SEMFIghters. ilove.:)

The all deaf basketball players of the Philippine Institute for the Deaf.:) I miss these kids, and will surely miss them more.

wrath

Fine. I know it was my fault, I was a teacher who fell in love with someone that the f*****g society would not permit me to. Yeah. It was our fault that we let our feelings for each other grow even if its against the law.

But hey! Its been seven months since you made me miserable. I have heard too much already, so many painful words, and accusations from someone who hardly know me. Who are you anyway?

existence (part 1)

In this world where there are more than ten million occupants, how would a piece of soul know his/ her worth? What could be the reason for our existence? Are we here for a purpose?

Since I was a child, I have lots of "ambitions in life." Sometimes I want to be an astronaut, other times a scientist, a doctor, a lawyer, a pianist, a dancer. Or even a singer! I almost considered every kind of job, and profession I could think of. But, as I tapped my keyboard, trying to extract from my overused brain my reasons for living 20 years ago and my status at present, I can't help but feel a little bit confused. Things really have changed. I never did become a scientist or an astronaut, or a confident lawyer. I know how to dance, sing or even play any instrument--but not enough to be considered exceptional.

Last year, I made my parents proud when I was able to finish my Bachelors in spite of financial difficulties that our family went through. It wouldn't be possible if I haven't got any part time jobs as a writer and a private tutor. (Two thumbs up!) After college, I continued writing anything under the sun (but without pay, since it’s an addiction! ha-ha!), and went on with my tutorial. Then, things became entirely different when I applied and was accepted as a SPED teacher in an oral school in Nagtahan. There I handled high school classes and taught high school Science subjects (from first year to fourth year). Also, i was the first 4th year adviser! I thought I won't be able to handle those considering that I am the youngest teacher in the school.