Buds

They were alone in a room.

She pleaded him to her only intention:

Of making her feel that spine-tingling sensation,

That can only be felt through a multiple insertion.

He drew closer to her.

She relaxed without a shudder.

He showed her his "object of desire",

Then she gave him a beguiling flare.

They were alone in a room.

So he finally inserted his thing-

A long, flexible and rounded yet soft to the touch,

To her narrow opening that none have passed.

She exclaimed ohhs and ahhs while in a room.

He continued to maneuver her tiny opening.

Then she told him to change position,

And continue the feeling that can only be felt through several insertions.

They were alone in the room.

Till they both felt the climactic ending of their desires.

They lasted only for 5 minutes,

Well that is enough for cleaning someone else's ears.

Time

If we just realize that...

Beauty fades,

Material things diminish,

Fame disappears,

Pride brings us down,

Problems come and go,

Work will be over, and

Success isn't instant,

Then maybe we can start living our own life. 

But if we also came to realize that...

Relationship makes life colorful,

Education is important,

Time is valuable,

Friends are inseparable, 

Happiness is just a state of mind,

Rest is needed,

Family is love, and

Optimism brings good work and deed.

Then, you are on the right track! 

Be human! 

We all have our timezones, don't rush things. 

Good day!

Hi! I'm back!

It has been a long hiatus for me here in the bloggerverse. Been busy with my teaching career and there is no turning back now. How are you? I hope that you are all fine. 

💥💦💧

The Martial Law in Education

I humbly asked my Teacher-in-Charge to record my class on Biodiversity so that I will be able to see from a different vantage point how I deal with the lesson. The discussion went on, the students participated in the activity, questions were raised and some were just naughty eight graders who would love to open up a discussion on social issues and the social media. The recorded video showed everything from start to finish - pointing out how my students in particular, behave and act out in response to the way how I handle the 1-hour class.

The video indeed serves its rightful purpose. It has opened up a long forgotten ideology in me that has been modified by my selfish goals and standards. Yes I have been selfish and I always see to it that my standard will be my students main reference. This is where I was rightfully wrong. I made their world smaller and hopeless. Truth be told, I made them realize that learning is easy for those who are always participative and present in class. I have fitted their thinking to the traditional ways of teaching and the educative process. I have cut their wings and locked them in  the cage of the old ways!

And just like a simple typographical error made, a newer "undo" thinking sprouted. The lesson was all about Biodiversity and its importance. Indeed, in a class full of biodiverse students, there is a great need for us teachers to be alert on their educational needs. They are highly intellectual when they are on their own. They have explored the world that has been hidden to us. My students taught me valuable lessons in life that they are greatly proud to narrate. They are creative when given the chance and surprisingly talented when fully guided. Some have multiple intelligences that you have overlooked while some remains a mystery to solve. I have once been a student and will always be a student. Thus, creating a class activity patterned to the multiple intelligences of my students is a call.

Alas Albert you have been judged!

Class Will and Testament

Good evening.

While you are all enjoying the ecstatic feeling of the night, let me share to you this story of a boy who has inherited the most precious gift in life. Let us call him Ben. Ben is a teenager who is basically an active and an outgoing lad. One day, Ben decided to take a trip to see and experience the wonders of his own environment. He climbed mountains, trekked the innermost forests, swam the depths of rivers and played with wild animals. Ben is really enjoying being a teenager. Let us be like Ben.

Then one day, Ben got sick. Doctors told him that he is having a serious kidney infection because of immersing himself in contaminated waters during his trip. The only cure, the doctors added, is to remove his two kidneys. Then, Ben got worried. What will happen to him if his kidneys will be removed? Who will give him a kidney? Will he live a normal life? Or worst, will he still live to a ripe age? During this sad moment, Ben kneeled down and prayed.

On the next day, something good happened. Ben was informed that an anonymous man is donating his right kidney to save Ben’s life. Test results showed that they are compatible, and that the operation will be done on that day. Hours passed and the operation was successfully done. Ben was saved—thanks to the anonymous man who gave his right kidney just to save him. Who could that man be? Ben still does not know. Why give something as precious as a kidney? Then, while Ben is enjoying again his life as a teenager, he finally learned the truth. The anonymous man who donated his right kidney to save Ben is also the same man who loved him from the very beginning of his life. Ben knew that the kidney comes from his…father.

What a special moment for Ben and his father. What I learned from the story is this: That during the course of our life, be it happy or sad, someone is going to give us something as precious as our life. 

So ends the story. 

After almost staying for four long years in this humble and kind-hearted institution, we, the senior class of Cabulihan Integrated School, batch 2015–2016, has learned to keep up with the pace of life. We met struggles, developed friendships, embraced happiness, faced humiliations, shed tears and, acted as a family. Above all, we have learned to give back and sacrifice, just like what Ben’s father did in the story.

Months from now, some of us will leave this school with the confidence to face the world and beyond. We will step into a new environment with a rather surprising new experience. What would be left behind this Alma mater are our young successors—the silent yet talented JUNIORS. So, in the occasion of celebrating this first-ever JS PROM, we the SENIOR CLASS do solemnly swear that we are up for the challenge of bequeathing and proclaiming to the JUNIOR HEIRS AND HEIRESSES this Class Will and Testament. 

The leadership and intellectual abilities of Kym Ralph Carnable to Fritz Andrei Tinae. The Mathematical talents of Razel Tamparong and Sheila Mae Jumamil to the budding mathematicians Alice Magsalay and Danicah Mae Jumamil. Moreover, Science enthusiast Aiza Vicoy would like her heir Kobe Bryan Tinae to be passionate about science lessons. 

The great class entertainers and owners of the dance floor Rico Al-os, Jinroe Kilat, Mae Gomera, Windelyn Acain and Dave Samson willfully give honor to Joemark Intencion, Joel Kilat Jr., Roilan Obra, Danilo Niñez and Christine Manusa to lead CIS achieve great things through dancing.

Furthermore, the varsity seniors of volleyball Christian Cañada, Mark Ryan Samson, Niña Sheila Magsalay, Farah Grace Kilat, Celali Lomongot extend their prowess to Mhel Anthony Candido, Justin Bantillan, Ric Duhaylungsod, Lorben Bulay-og and Rhona Gia Sinto.

The future NBA Superstars of Golden State Warriors Kenneth Kilat, Fidel Lomongot, Herbert Parami, Adrian Spencer Salindo, John Paul Paculba and Jesryll Maghanoy bequeaths their ball handling skills to Jason Kilat, Gwendie Francis Miquiabas, Fleint Steven Ogoc, Klent Lomongot and Jan Ryan Lopecillo. 

The good looks of Valeriano Velasquez are handed over to the young heartthrob Ardie Dumasin. 

The leaders in the kitchen and soon-to-be chefs Narciso Siangco and Crystal Jade Balucan give the ingredients to Esthur Emmanuel Manos and Jomar Bulay-og.

The jolliness, enthusiasm and positivity of Jojelyn Bee Kilat to Rosselyn Malanog.

The great beauty artists Rea Mae Al-os, Mary Jane Magsalay and Jennelo Balongag expect Caryl Joy Balucan and Mardine Tambajuyot to walk the runways of Miss Universe.

Likewise, the hardworks of Mark Peden to Agustin Cayongcong. Also, the great landscapers Marc Alcala and Don Sarasap spread their creativity to Johnuelle Baybayon and Christian Tomarong.

I, EJ Gabrielle Samson, an inkblotter, would like Jea Maghanoy to develop a love for creative writing. 

Similarly, the verbal brilliants Rejane Tingcang and Mardine Tambajuyot request Dona Mae Tomarong to use language for good.

Lastly, Faith Cañizares, the leader of the band, ever energetic, cute but tough would like the heiress Neriza Mae Yting to embody and radiate the optimism built in every learner of Cabulihan Integrated School.

There you have it! The senior class of Cabulihan Integrated School knowingly bestows our talents, skills and abilities to the junior class. You are Ben while we are the father. We give to you what we could hand over and we hope that you will use these for the good of all. As our future successors, we pray that you will symbolize the ideals of being a great learner. WE ARE ALL ONE THIS TIME!

To our great Alma Mater, Cabulihan Integrated School, thank you very much for molding and teaching us how be a human. All the lessons we have learned both in the four walls of the classroom and outside of it, have been monumental in radically changing our viewpoint in life. So let me take this opportunity to thank these individuals, for without them we would be nothing.

To the school administrators Ma’am Jenney Mercader and Ma’am Gene Gica, thank you for maintaining the atmosphere in the school.

To our lively elementary teachers Ma’am Analou Aniñon; Ma’am Emma Suminguit; Ma’am Johnalyn Ogao-ogao; Ma’am Delie Atay; Ma’am Rowen Miquibas; Ma’am Nenia Lastimado; Ma’am Nisa Fernandez and Sir Redson Ramos, thank you so much for teaching us our first ABCs and 123s.

Finally, to our ever-patient and understanding secondary teachers Ma’am Rhea Glenn Solitana; Ma’am Alje Marie Mirasol; Ma’am Maricar Oyog; Ma’am Gemma Magadan; Ma’am Lina Paglinawan; Ma’am Riza Magsayo; Ma’am Vilma Poligrates; Sir Lonnie Sumalpong, Sir Erick Solita and Sir Albert Umbac—we assure you all that the experiences and teachings you have imparted on us will never be forgotten…forever. 

Most importantly, we thank our Almighty Father for guiding us as we traverse this student life here at Cabulihan Integrated School.

Dear juniors, thank you as well. We may be parted sooner but we know that you will always be part of the circle of friendship we built in here. Let us learn to bend our knees just like what Ben did in the story. And let us be like Ben’s father who is willing to sacrifice himself just for the sake of a very precious person in our life. Hush now, don’t cry! Goodbye isn’t forever, instead I, in behalf of all the seniors, gratefully say: Till we meet again!

In testimony hereof, we affix our signature on this 17th day of February in the year of our Lord Two thousand and Sixteen at Cabulihan Integrated School, Cangmalalag, Larena, Siquijor.

Signed:

EJ Gabrielle Samson

Class President, Batch 2015–2016

Razel Tamparong

Class Vice-President, Batch 2015–2016

Somewhere I Belong

Last March, I made the most climacteric decision in my life as a teacher: I resigned at the school that first taught me how to become a better individual and a better teacher. So I left them. They understood my point; and they did not ask for further clarifications. And now I am free.

With God's grace coupled with several inspirations in life, my dream of becoming a public school teacher has come. I am assigned to an area that is full of unknowns. I do need to cross seas, befriend local people and embrace the uncertainty of what's ahead of me. 

For now, these are the things that I'll divulge to you. See you there.

There is a gap in the sky that trees can't reach

The sky is colored gray, not the usual hue I was born to see. While I am typing this, a class is going on and I am left in my own little room against this rainy Tuesday morning.

I wonder what's happening above, whether the gods are crying while seeing my fellow countrymen kill each other or whether these little drops of rain are just the stars that usually shine bright in the night. But I am wrong!

I wonder. If all the people in the world thinks like what I am doing, then probably, most probably, there would be no room for any argument. In doing so, wars would not exist and people have the right to create vivid imageries of their own reasoning. There is a gap in the sky that trees can't reach, while humans have gaps due to their own thinking. People hate each other because they love it, and not because they hate it. Others pretend that they are somebody but when viewed from up above, we are all equal.

Then I wonder again. If we all think like there are always two choices in life---between good and bad---then the world will be a safe place to live in. But I think others are not thinking like I am. Once the news featured a young man molesting a year old child to death, and left the poor body below a ram-shackled van. He did what he wanted, and surely there is no second choice in doing so. His carnal desires were fulfilled but what's left is the death of a young child.

People don't think like I am. I am not bragging but I am telling the truth. The world is a melting pot of several organisms whose only purpose is to survive. Since the fittest of all survives, others tend to think the easiest choice they could grab without minding the consequences that follow.

Whether it's good (I hope!) or bad (I hope not!), let us all think like tomorrow will always bring us to a new day. Gracias people. Gracias.

Rude People You’ll Meet on Earth

 

Let’s face this fact: We have all the rights to become who we are; yet we fail to recognize other’s rights when we hit them point-blank with ours. We act because we want to without knowing that we commit the rudest flaw in the foible part of being a human.

Why you gotta be so rude?

With billions of people on earth right now, certainly there would be billions of ways of becoming rude. The place we’re living (or working—for my part) is a melting-pot of people who have no intention of getting along with others, and whose only purpose in life is to ruin someone else’s peace of mind. They pester potentially un-armed weaklings forcing the latter to subside or fly away, thus throwing sensibility to the wind.

Don’t you know I’m human too? 

Rude people pay no attention of their action—mean or rude action for that matter—and constantly do it whenever or wherever they want to. Take John’s part as an example. This bloke has seen the rudest ways of how people act when put into a room of not their own. As a high school teacher, John (not his real name) is being disturbed by thoughts of lost scissors, stolen light bulbs, gone away brooms, dirty classroom and even, untidy chalk and whiteboards—all of these done by the Insensitive Boarders (IBs).

The IBs also do not care if they hurt someone, because what they are after to is their own benefit. Just selfish imbeciles! Gone were the days that John feels that all is well after the IBs started boarding near his room. And gone were the days of a trash less classroom and clean lavatories because these things now only exist on his mind—right after what has happened to a commotion of used panty liners.

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To all the IBs in the world, take Magic’s Rude as your theme song.

Ills Outweigh Thrills: The 7 Deadly Sins of a Filipino Teacher

Education, one of the basic needs of man, is undeniably an inevitable tool to combat the hardships of life and the world in general. Truly, no man on this planet would even dare not to go to school and opt to learn the thrusts of reading, writing and arithmetic. Education is a vital part of our existence and essence as a human being—whose intellect and rational understanding is way far than those of other organisms in the Animal Kingdom. Through education we learn to envision ourselves in the future, soar the pinnacle of success, attain perfection and even forge our dreams to come true.

Education is a prime commodity to save ourselves from the bounds of ignorance and help us discover the life and the world given by the Creator. Truth be told, we are just like an empty cup waiting to be filled with experiences and knowledge when we were born. Now this is where the real essence of education plays its part, for education is filling a cup with useful things and not just letting the cup to do magic on its own. My friends, there is no magic in education, but an interplay of values such as patience, love, understanding, care, commitment, passion and dedication among others. We learn through our experiences, by observing and in going to formal education!

Above all, we could not take into consideration the humongous help given by our parents who were our first teachers. They taught us how to walk and utter words such as “Mama” and “Papa.” Our second parents, our primary, secondary and tertiary teachers, whose cunning and wise advice helped us reach our goal. Whatever you may call them; they are the unsung heroes of our time. Our teachers! 

They wear those programmed uniforms from Mondays to Fridays and guide us in forming the premises of our understanding towards learning. Indeed, teachers serve as a vital instrument in formal education for they do not only teach us the basics of the three Rs, but they also allow us to strengthen our values and achieve things which we think are way beyond our imagination. 

What would the world be without these unsung heroes? Will there be doctors, engineers, computer programmers, pilots, armies, priests and nuns without teachers? Will we attain the life we have now without their help? Will we help our nation and the world rise from the economy if not for the sincere advice of our teachers before? These questions are just few if I’ll tell the limitless capabilities of a teacher. As the saying goes “Teaching is the only profession that teaches all the other profession,” which I for one of the many who have been touched by this line, would definitely agree.

However, the turn of fate has been changed. We see the world in chaos where people are tempted to steal your wallet if you give them the opportunity to do so. We are living in a devil-may-care environment where peace is farfetched. We keep on arguing things for we think that we are already the most learned organism. We love to fight and to corrupt someone else’s idea. We have lost our patience, our creativity, our love for other people and the things that God has created, and above all, to ourselves and to God. We see people killing each other. These individuals have lost everything that they have learned within the four walls of the classroom!

Most people forget to read the Bible thus they hastily go to the wrong path. Most forget how to write pleasant words so in return, a verbal joust of disparaging remarks were fired like cannonballs. Others have put arithmetic in oblivion that is why they even steal from someone else’s pocket even if theirs is already full. We have lost our values. We have degraded ourselves. And considerably, the most affected individual when blaming of the aforementioned takes places… is the teacher.

What did your teacher teach you? Did they shift from their realistic teachings to being an idealistic one? Did they teach you bad deeds? Where there instances when their actions do not mirror what they teach? Follow what I say; don’t follow what I do. This is hypocrisy if this comes from their mouth. 

The teacher really has a direct effect on the development of the individual. Imagine this: an academic school year covering at least 40 weeks (that is 200 days) of meetings in the classroom where teaching and learning occurs. Imagine if the teacher espouses her ugliest behavior within these days. Imagine if the teacher gives her lousiest performance ever due to old age, laziness, or inadequate knowledge. Try to think if no learning occurs within these days and just mere humiliation and terrorism. Imagine if nothing noteworthy happens during these days.

Imagine if the teacher is useless.

Counting Patience

"Lately I been, I been losing sleep 

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard

Said no more counting dollars

We'll be counting stars

Yeah, we'll be counting stars."

I don't know the reason why I deleted my posts, but I definitely know why I have been away from blogging. The pressure is ON again as I start my life as a teacher—this time as a teacher-adviser of the most populated class in the school. This is a task that will surely measure my ability as a teacher...and I have been losing my patience lately. 

Adios!

SYL Camp

The two legs of the camp are finally over. Yes! And by now, we'll be going to Batangas for the Luzon leg. Hope this will spark a new beginning in there, as we "plant seeds of hope" to the future leaders of today's generation--just like what we did to the two major islands of the Philippines.