Friday, February 6, 2009

Corned Beef

It was around One A.M. in the morning, I can't sleep. I had tried to listen to my music player yet my eyes won't close, I convinced myself that I'm getting sleepy yet my consciousness reminds me that I ain't about to retire from this day...

I went up from my bed, sit and wonder why there is something isn't right...I'm in pain...no not me...my tummy is!!! Pucha! gutom lang pala ako...I then realized I skipped a meal so I needed to rush to the kitchen and whatever there is that can feed my hunger will be just fine : )

Then I speculated...ala naman pala akong problema, now I could sleep.


School was a Second Home and She is a second Mom...






Its nice to go back to a place where you feel like it had been a great part of your life and development. The memories of the past lingers with me as I enter this place where I first find the courage to face the world outside.

I was the typical shy young guy then, who would rather sit at the back of the raw and would spoil my saliva by not talking to my co students. I would not socialize and be so scared of the bullies that are running around trying to pitch my foods and school supplies. Grade 1 to 4 was my worst years of studies, I didn't perform well all because of these and my other fears. I was always absent and pretend to be sicked just to skip school.

It was Mrs Baccay who assured me that I am a good student...Through her help, I gain confidence. I started to draw courage from my inner strength. She helped me realized my worth as a student and as a person which resulted attention and respect from my peers, teacher and handlers years after.

Now that she is facing a new chapter of her life with her bigger responsibilities as the new Consultant for grade 1 level and soon best Chachoi told me that she'll be a principal. I was invited to join in this celebration... I would wanted to be part of it because I believe that our connection did not stop when I went out of that school to further my studies... (She would definitely be there in my wedding...as she had requested...Ninang cia he he)