Juicy Literature

Now How Can I Stay Mad at You???

2008-08-07T23:43:00.000-07:00

Teacher Becky: Goodness! Wallyyyyyy!!! How many times do I have to tell you to please write neatly? What is the matter with you?! Look at that! What is that? I can't read it!!! Its super kadooper ugly! FUGLY! Ugly I tell you! Argh! Why did you make it too ugly?! Huh? Why so ugly??? You know what?! That's it! I'll have to erase it! Yes, ALL of it! Erase, erase, erase! You want that, you want that?! I didn't think so! But too bad, boo-hoo. That's what you get for not writing it properly! Now you have to write EVERYTHING, all over again!!! And you better make your handwriting pretty this time! Or else no cookie!

Wally: Pretty?

Teacher Becky: You heard me. Yes, pretty!!!

Wally: Pretty like you?

My Little Angel

2008-04-17T12:18:00.000-07:00

Hey why are you not smiling?

Because I'm not happy.

Sorreee...

Oh no baby, it's not your fault. I'm just a bit sad.

Why are you sad?

Because I have a friend and he's giving me away...

I don't think he likes me anymore.

But me, I like you. I want you forever.

You don't go na to your friend because he's already a bad boy!

Aww baby... you know I love you.

Why do you like me?

Because you're a good girl.

*hugs me* I just want to hug!

Hey you're smiling!

Yes, because you made me happy.

Children.. they really are heaven sent.

Hey Kid, You're Up!

2008-04-10T19:57:00.000-07:00

Look...

I did my part.

I gave "us" a shot.

Oh, and yeah, I gave you my heart.

And you know what?

I. AM. SO. FREAKING. DONE... TRYING.

So ok, your turn now.

Tick tock.

Thank You For This...

2008-01-25T22:32:00.000-08:00

It has made my teenage days incredibly kilig... And after all these years, it still takes my breath away :)

Heath Ledger

1979 - 2008

Tra-la-la... :-)

2007-11-02T10:53:00.000-07:00

On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep
Then the phone rings, I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cause you've come to rescue me

Fall... With you, I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts

Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

I am moody, messy
I get restless, and it's senseless
How you never seem to care
When I'm angry, you listen
Make me happy it's your mission
And you won't stop till I'm there

Fall, sometimes I fall so fast
When I hit that bottom crash
You're all I have

How do you know everything I'm about to say?
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face...
I hope it never goes away... yeah

On a Monday, I am waiting
And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms...
So I can breathe.

I'm Wrong, and I'm Sorry.

2007-10-31T20:07:00.000-07:00

I hope I didn't screw up. I hope I didn't screw it this time. Please, it can't be that bad, right?

A good thing came a long, you came along. And what did I do? I failed to appreciate you and instead I pushed you away. I think I might have driven you away, far far away. You have to tell me it isn't so, or I will just roll over and die! Hehe, exage -- but you get my point.

How so silly of me to not like you before because you have always been nice to me, extra nice, actually. There's so many things nice things about you, where do I start? Well you're funny, in a yucky baduy kinda way. But who cares, you make me laugh! You wear eyeglasses, it sure makes you look dorky, me likey! :) I now care about the news, your influence. You're a good influence. I super enjoy our little "adventures" in our very own looney tunes world! I like it when you tease me, and boy do you do that too often, I miss it when you don't. I like that you like me. I love the fact that you drive me around in your bulok car, even if God knows you're so freakin rich you could afford to buy like a top-of-the-line vavavoom sports car. Your sooo kuripot, I love that about you. But you never are kuripot when it comes to me. You've always given me the best, thank you. I like the person that I am when I'm with you. I'm a happier version of myself with you. You make me happy, genuinely happy. I've dated soooo many guys in the past and while it's true that they too have made me happy, it's just the kilig kind of happy. But with you, I get the kind of happiness that can only come from contentment. You make me feel secure. And its such a great feeling -- that sense of security. We'll just be in my house talking, watching, eating and already I'm fine with that. No fancy dinners, no smooth talks. Come to think of it, we are boring huh? But we are okay with what we've got. And isn't that what great relationships are all about?

You're probably wondering why all of a sudden I changed my mind about you. Well maybe because I've recently realized all the wonderful things that you did for me. I'm so used to doing things for other people. But you, you do things for me -- you take care of me. You're oh-so caring, did I ever tell that? Of course I didn't, because I've been a bad bad girl. Yet and still you've put up with me, my tantrums, whining and bratinella ways. You're the best! I've always loved to sing, but for some reason I just never do it in front of other people. But with you, when we go karaoke, I'm like "is it my turn yet, is it my turn yet?!" Haha. I guess it's because I feel totally completely comfy around you. That or I don't get shy because your voice is even more pangit than mine! Ha! But of course you wouldn't admit that, would you? Ha ha! You know I like it when we're singing together. Lately, it's like my most favorite thing to do. We make such terrible terrible music together, but what the heck, at least we do it together. Together. I'd like that. And I like the idea of "us". I could see myself with you, forever. Till death do us part. Of course I didn't see that before. I was stupid and busy flirting with someone else. But it's different now, really. I now know what I've got, when I have you. So please, please don't go away. Let me make it up to you. I'll be way sweeter this time around, pwomise. Just please stay. You have to stay... because I think I like you already.

Fine, I like you, period. And I'm hoping you still like me too :-(

xxx,
B.

I'm Engaged!

2007-10-11T22:39:00.000-07:00

... to a 4 year old kiddo!

Tricia: Teacher Becky you know Martin has a lot of girlfriends! He has five! Chloe, Denise, Teacher Maan, Sam and Kimmy.
Marty: I've got seven! You fogat Tara and Annika. And teachow, Yow my new goalfwend.
B: Ha ha ha, silly!
Marty: I wuv you. Will you mewee me?
B: Aww, you really really really want to marry me???
Marty: Yes, becaws yow sooo pweetty...
B: You think I'm pretty? *blush blush*
Marty: I want to mewee you everyday. Six hundred milwon times!
B: But you have a lot of other girlfriends... seven of 'em to be exact!
Marty: If you mawee me, you'll be my ONE and ONLY goalfwend... Pwomise!
B: Alrighty then, you may now kiss your bride ;-D
Marty: Mmmwaaaah!
B: Oh but wait, but I'm way too old for you already. So why don;t you just find someone your age.
Marty: But I'm gonna be five yis old soon!!!

Who Needs a Boyfriend?!

2007-10-11T22:37:00.000-07:00

... when you've got the sweetest bunch of students ever!!! :-)

paper aeroplane love letter from my secret "admirere"

I'll Be Dreaming of U...nicorns Tonight :-)

2007-07-22T23:43:00.000-07:00

It's been months - close to a year now actually - since I first saw him. But it was only hours ago when it finally truly hit me... At the risk of sounding "illusyonada", I think he likes me too :) And probably, if I'm lucky, he even has a tiny bit of a crush on me... *sigh* Dreams really do come true.

All righty, that's all for tonight folks. I'm gonna go to sleep now... with a great big smile on my face, and little fluffy clouds in my heart ;-D

Sweet dreams y'all! Kiss, kiss!

Naughty n' Nice

2007-07-17T23:07:00.000-07:00

Teacher B: Why do you keep putting your hands inside my shirt?
Santi: Because you're soft...
Teacher B: Okay like this, next time you feel like touching something softie, go grab a pillow kidokie? Touch that instead.
Santi: *whiny voice* But I want to check YOU!!! Cause maybe you are sick...
Teacher B: You mean like a doctor checking his patient?
Santi: Exactly!
Teacher B: Oh, so you're a doctor now, is that it?
Santi: Yep!
Teacher B: Well then, if that's the case, I guess you could give me a check-up. But only once in a while... I don't get sick often anyways.

hands off. please.

aha! caught in the act.

Santi: What are you wearing?!
Teacher B: Why? Don't you like it?
Santi: I don't! It's uglyyy!!!
Teacher B: It's hot and sexy kaya! Whatever Santi! Ok now, let's study!
*after 5 mins...
Teacher B: As in you really really reaaalllyyy think my dress looks fugly???
Santi: No, its nice... *shy smile*
Santi: What's that? (points to the zipper of my halter dress)
Teacher B: It's a zippy zipper. The word "zipper" starts with the letter?
Santi: "Z". Umm, can I open it? Just to see how the it works?
Teacher B: Santino! Of course you know exactly how a zipper works!
Santi: Oh yeah, I forgot! *slaps his forehead*

***

Reuj: Teacher Becky! Close your eyes... I've got a surprise for you!
Me: Wheee! I looove surprises! What is it?!
*puts something under my nose
Me: Mmm... smells yum yum! Can I look now?! Can I look now?!
Reuj: Not yet...
Me: How about now???
Reuj: You wait!
Me: NOW?!!
Reuj: Ok, now!
* on the table I found a tall glass of choco milkshake, banana "ice cream" and brownies
Me: Huwaw! Did you make all these for me?!
Reuj: Uh huh! And you know what's my secret ingredient?
Me: Nope, you tell me...
Reuj: Love.

Santino: You want to know a secret?
Me: Mmm hmm...
Santino: Give me your ear, I'll whisper...
Santino: I love my teacher. *KISS!*

Me: Guys!!! I wanna die na! My crush doesn't like me anymore... Not that he liked me to begin with, well I don't know... Hu hu hu!
Santi: Then go get another!
Me: But I want HIM!
Santi: You play with him. He likes that.
Me: Play huh??? Hmmm... Interesting.
Reuj: Why ba? What did you do to him? Maybe you slapped him in the face!
Me: Nothing! I don't know... I'm confused! Well actually, it's cause he has a girlfriend na... Hu hu hu!
Reuj: Just give him time. As soon as he realizes he is with someone stupid - not like you, you are wonderful - he's gonna come crawling back to you!
Me: You think??? Awww... You guys!!!
Me: Come here boys, teacher Becky needs a hug... hu hu hu! :-(

*My two kids gave me a fat kiss and big hug. And just like that, everything's okay again... :-)

10 Things I Love About My Favorite Boy

2007-05-18T08:13:00.000-07:00

1. I love that we start our morning by making "love love" (that's our code for big bear hug, you pervert!)
2. I am addicted to his scent. I swear, Christian is the sweetest smelling baby ever! Well not so much na, after he played all morning long. Hehe.
3. I love love looove to kiss his big fluffly tummy. And his manboobs too! Yup, he's got those. Tabachuchi Tian-tian kinda reminds me of the Michelin tires mascot!
4. Whenever Christian would hear me say "ouch!", he would come rushing towards me to kiss my "yayay" (baby talk for wound) After the kiss, with a proud look on his face he would tell me "There, no more 'aww-wee' (ouchy) na!" Talk about kissing the pain away.
5. I love it when he is being so dumb! Adorably dumb. Like when he would fall flat on his face, he gets up (in slow motion), looks at me straight in the eye and asks "Are you ok?" Hahaha, baliktad! Parang ako dapat nagtatanong nun ah! Never fails to make leave me in stitches!
6. I love it when he is being so smart! Skedadle, walrus, shiver (and a couple more highfaluting words) are all in his vocabulary. And get this, the kid is not even 3 years old yet! Impressive.
7. He fancies tickling my ear with his soft chubby little fingers, then he would whisper "I love you teacher Becca". Five little words I always love to hear.
8. I love the fact that this boy looks a lot like me. Not that I look like a boy, or that he looks like a girl. But you get what I mean? Funny, the yaya's and/or parents of the other kiddos thinks Christian is my child! Actually, he would pass for my younger bro. But as my son? I dont know about that.. I'm too young to have a kid! So why would they even entertain thoughts like that?! But sure, I'd like to have babies as cutie pie as him, in maybe five years time.
9. Whenever he sees a classmates crying, baby boy would approach the crybaby, storke his/her hair, cup his/her face, then he would say "It's okay, don't be sad, Christian is here." Aaaww... Melts my heart, everytime.
10. And finally, he puts a smile on my face, when I see a smile on his:

Election Rocks!

2007-05-15T07:31:00.000-07:00

Ace, our youth ministry's chair asked me to head the food committee for the upcoming church-sponsored election thingy. Without batting an eyelash, I said yes. Well actually, I say "yes" to everything this guy asks me to do. Hello, how can I possibly say "no" to someone who is well on his way to becoming a priest. Well this I'm not 100% percent sure, but I get this strong vibrations (madam auring is that you?) that Ace will be. And he'd be a great one someday. Anyways, like I've said, I haven't given the whole food serving thing a thought. I was very causal about it, I mean how hard could it be right? As far as I'm concerned, all I have to do is:

1. Place orders: 100 packs of yummy, filling, BUT cheap food and have it delivered 30mins before actual serving time.
2. Buy enough juices for everyone, and keep them refreshingly cool.
3. Make sure there's enough coffee for the sleepy.
4. Provide the essentials: tissue paper, garbage bags, water, etc.

So there, that's not so hard. But then when I told my dad I was to head the food com, he started to interrogate me. "How many precincts are there? Will the poll watchers encode as well? Etc. Etc. Etc." To all his questions, I kept my answer short and simple "Daddy, I don't really know" Dad wasn't pleased. He then started his monologue about the importance of logistics, strategical analysis, managing your staff properly, having a plan A to E. Gooseness, I'm not to become CEO of a multinational company. I'm just gonna feed 100 people, max. Do I really really need these? Apparently, according to daddy dearest, I do. So he proceeds with his crash course lecture on business management (Sadly, most of the stuff didn't sink in. I'm not cut out to be a business person you see). Father ends his homily by telling me "It's not like in school, when you screw up all you get is a bad grade. This has real consequences. You make a stupid decision, consequences. You overlook something, consequences. Being head of something is not to be taken sitting down. Head is not called "head" for nothing. It means - if you're head - you're suppose to use you head." Gee, thanks for the pep talk dad. I feel much better now. Kidding aside, Dad's mini seminar about the harsh realities did shake some sense into my puny head. I guess I needed to hear that to make me less complacent and start worrying about the things that I should have been worrying about in the first place. Like what will I wear to the event. You know things like that, things that matter. ;-p

The night before election day, everything on my checklist was checked. Ok, I can relax now. And relax, that's exactly what I did. I knew I was going to do a lot of work the following day, so I decided to get a massage thinking it will prepare me for the laborious task ahead. Wrong move. I woke up with aching muscles and a sore back. Don't blame the masseuse, it's my fault. I requested "hard". So there, she gave me a hard massage... and a bruised leg. Again, not Ms. Masseuse's bad. I really bruise easily, my body is retarded.

So anyway, there's no time to sulk over my poor badly beaten thigh. The show must go on. And it did. Everything, thank goodness, was smooth sailing. The food I ordered arrived on time, the drinks we served stayed cold, snacks were overflowing. So ya, everyone had a full happy tummy. Whew! Pat on the back for me! But of course, it would have been a complete disaster without the help of my fabulous 'Food Staff' namely Katrina, Jay and of course Patrick. Patrick is the boy version of me. Most everyone thinks we're siblings. Not that I’m complaining. Actually, I don’t mind at all... Just as long as they realize that I am the CUTER sibling! Mwahaha! No, I take that back, of course, we are EQUALLY cute.. Pero mejo lamang lang ako ng isang paligo! Hahaha, ayaw talaga magpatalo eh! Well, that’s sibling rivalry for you! But we do kinda look alike, seriously. Naturally, people kept making us kulit - insisting we're siblings. I had given up on explaining to people that we are not related, so when someone asks, Patrick and I just decided to tell them, that yes indeed, we are siblings. Anyway, that's what they want to hear. So from that day on, I became his 'atchi' and he is my 'shoti'. Kat, Jay and 'shoti' Pat all did a fantastic job! A simple 'Thank You' will never seem enough... but I'm hoping these lollipop cookies with heart candy would do:

A little past 11am, Marvin Agustin, the actor, came to cast his vote... Hopefully not for his fellow artistas. Papa Marvin in the house, oh now things are starting to heat up! Haha! Although I must admit, I didn't find him cute at all. Ok fine, maybe he was a wee cute. But I was never a fan. My heart always belonged to his Whattamen buddy Dominic Ochoa. Yes, I followed that sitcom religiously. Thank God my ka-jologan days are so over. Or is it really? Tee-hee! ;-p

ka-jologan moment: kodakan with papa marvin

After the food com distributed lunch, there was really not much left to do. Mirienda won't be served until another three hours. So we decided, actually, Patrick decided to go make takas, and chill at a mall. It sounded very tempting. But I'm the head, I should know better. So i said "All righty, you guys go. But I'll stay behind. Just in case." Of course, they didn't want to go without me. Makes sense really, cause nothing is ever fun without M-E. Yeah right! ;-p Well, I did want my "staff" to have fun. After all, they deserved it. They were sooo great remember? So I decided to just ditch the polling place. What the heck. I mean, I'd be gone for just two short hours, the poll watchers won't die. They're old already, they can take care of themselves. Sure, the idea of 'abandoning' my poll watchers made me guilty, but I know I'd feel guiltier if I don't let my 'staff' (who worked their asses off for me) have their fair share of fun. As if sensing my feelings of guilt, our newly installed parish priest Fr. Noel came up to me to give me the green light. And to make me feel less guilty about leaving the polling premise he said "I saw you kids worked so hard, you earned this lakwacha." So off we went. The nearest mall was Robinson's Galleria, it was just across La Salle Greenhills (venue) so we made made tambay at the Starbucks there. Over a cup of Vanilla Frap, we talked about our lovelives, or the lack thereof. Then Patrick was placed on the hot seat. Turns out, his lovelife is totally showbiz (read: full of pretty artistas!) Why am I not surprised? Well, my shoti deserves pretty girls, after all, he's not bad looking himself. Actually, he's quite a pretty boy, he's a such a what's cooking good looking! Shempre mana sa atchi, that's me! Lucky him, he inherited his atchi's good genes! *ehem ehem* I also found out that my shoti Patrick is a debater, excuse me, captain of the debate team baby! Whatta smarty. Now if only I was sixteen, then this is the guy that I would be totally dating. But the thing is, I'm not sixteen anymore, so the mere thought of me dating this child, I repeat, child, makes me want to puke. Eeek! The whole Galle experience was loads of fun. We were like prisoners on the loose! Oh how we devoured our freedom!After Starbucks, we went to my most fav shop in the whole wide world, Toys R Us! And we had our pichur with Pikachu:

We went back after an hour and a half, 30 mins earlier than we promised. See, were a bunch of good little children. We came back just in time to serve snacks and coffee. And before we knew it, diner was to be distributed. Then midnight snacks.

All in all, I fed 90 plus people, six times in just one day. I was more than ready to go home. But somebody needs to take care of the garbage disposal, and that somebody was me. Actually, I don't recall applying for that job, but its already there, what choices do I have? Mr. Janitor went home already cause hello, it's only a few minutes before the clock strikes 12. I'm gonna be completely honest with you, garbage collecting isn't exactly peaches n' cream. It's more like rotten tomatoes n' vinegar, or cockroach n' booger - whatever is more gross. I know garbage is garbage, and it's yuck and all, but really, it's not so bad. It's actually a good experience, but not something I'd like to do within in the next six months.

A gazillion grossee stinky trash bags later... At long last, I'm free to go home! I came home dog tired, but I couldn't be any happier. Because for once in my life, I've done something wonderful for society. So vote for me! :)

My Mentor Turns Sweet Sixteen (Ehem!)

2007-05-08T22:59:00.000-07:00

Pagbigyan na, birthday naman eh! ;-p

"i love you cupcakes"
gets? 1-2-3 = i-love-you . corny, i know!

birthday mini cake

the good (see the shirt?) birthday girl blows

Happy Birthday Teacher Bebette! We love you! Mwah!

Boys, boys, boooyyysss!!!

2007-05-03T17:00:00.000-07:00

If I were an airline, this must be my "peak season". I've got a handful of guys right now... But hey, nothing I can't handle ;-p

Cradle Snatcher

2007-05-03T16:39:00.000-07:00

17 yr old boy: Do I look like a kid to you?
Me: Umm... well... You know what, it's way past your nappy time. Remember, you are a growing boy. You're gonna be needing all the shuteye that you can get. Nytienyt! Oh and don't forget to drink your milk!

***

Aaahhh... Being the "pantasya" of a seventeen year old boy, oh boy, there is absolutely nothing like it. Geez, it feels sooo darn good! And I am soo going to hell!

I know, I know, flirting with a boy under eighteen is just not acceptable. And there must even be some law out there that says it's illegal. But hey, I'm no lawyer, so what the hell! Haha! I know it's sick, but really, there's nothing like being wooed by a teenager. I believe that guys are at their sweetest when they are still boys. They grow up, become men, and poof, the sweetness is all gone. That's why I don't get it why most girls hate guys with he Peter Pan complex. Because me... I likey! I'd love to be the Wendy to their Peter Pan.

Let's play, all day, Peter Pan! :)

This Guy's In Love With You Pare

2007-05-03T09:03:00.000-07:00

Him: Why? Why are you kissing dating goodbye? Aren't you too beautiful and sweet to say goodbye this early - unless you're attached ;)
Me: Aawww.. you're totally adorable! :) Nah, I'm not beautiful... just cute! Charing! ;-p
Him: But you are beautiful and I don't tell girls that a lot, believe me. :) If I were straight (or who knows, soon..) I would have been totally smitten by you. :) You'd make a lovely wife someday. I trust that you will be...

***

Oh. No. It's happening. AGAIN. I think I'm falling.. for someone gay. Well maybe its not really "falling". I'm probably just flattered. But its hard to tell because I've got this history of falling head over heels for gay-la-loos. Months back, my besty Chiqui texted me "Hey Mahar, just finished watching Clueless. Just remembered you. You're so like Cher! Pareho pa kayong mahilig ma-in love sa bading! Haha!" See, I've got this reputation of being a gay "lover"!

Yup, I am attracted to gay guys, and guys who are on their way to becoming a priest. So what now? Of course, I can't marry neither of the two. Because in doing so, well that would just be so wrong, on many many levels.

I am beginning to feel that I'm destined to spend the rest of my life alone... Unless You come around. Please come around, and save me. Be my hero. Um, I don't mean to sound bratty and all, but can You come like NOW na?!

Dating Game

2007-05-03T04:51:00.000-07:00

Why, he is not so bad! I think I kinda actually sorta like him? He's slowly growing on me. Of course, as of last count, (I'm dating seven guys, or was it eight?) he still is not on the top of my list. And currently, he ranks forth in my "favorite scale". BUT he might make it to second runner-up spot , after all. Why nat chocnat?!

As for first place, well that will always be reserved for You. So come and get me, baby! ;-p

The Travelling Gingerbread Man

2007-04-25T08:02:00.000-07:00

After seeing the pics above, you're probably thinking, "tama ba namang mag bake sa floor?!" Relax, we were just pretending to bake. The actual gingerbread boy that we ate, I made the night before. So no, we did not eat dirty gingerbreads. I repeat, not dirty. Imagine if we made our students eat the dough that was rolled on the floor, oh my, lawsuit waiting to happen! I don't even want to think about it!

Can I just make kwento that my gingerbreads are so lakwachero, very much like its baker! Haha! One breadman went swimming at Punta Fuego c/o Martin. The other two played golf at Sta. Elena -- my fav art class students Sophia and Stella ate theirs while waiting for tee off. Half a dozen went to Baguio (the ones I packed for my family for them to eat during the long trip). There was also a breadman jetsetter, who traveled all over Asia, many thanks to Luigi. And yes, a pair went on a date.. I went out with two different guys in just one week! And I gave both my dates a gingerbread each. But this one guy that I didn't like so much, I gave him the breadman with an "amputated leg". I accidentally broke the poor cookie's leg while I was frosting it. Since i didn't like that guy, all he gets is the amputated one. How mean of me ba? But hello, at least nga I even bothered to give him, never mind if it's putol! Hehe!

Oh wait, actually three gingerbreads should have gone on a date, but I backed out the last minute on my third and final date. I don't know, I just didn't feel like seeing K that day. So instead I just gave the breadman, that was suppose to be for my date K, to my neighbor who was moving out. It was like my going away present for him. Well it's not like as if we're we're chummy chums. I mean, I just see him often at church cause he's a choir boy there, and I'm a collector girl. That's all. But I still gave him K's gingerbread anyways... Because I'd rather that my yummy cookies go to someone that I barely know (but who seems nice) than to someone like K. Not that K's a jerk, he never was. And I don't think he will ever be capable of being one. It's just that, I hate the fact that he is out of the country all the time (studying). Anything long distance is hard. So why start something if... you get my drift?

Turning K down was so hard especially because his invitation was this sweet: ".....Anyway... We should catch up sometime! I mean if you're not busy of course... How do you like Max Brenner? I'll buy you a cup o choco! What a deal!!! And yes I'm trying to 'buy forgiveness'... if you'll let me?" Naks... Shu-wee-tess line I've heard in a long time. Hehe! But seriously now, I think I find it sweet because deep down inside, I know it is not just a line. He actually means it, he truly is sorry. K is being sincere with me... like he has always been (?)

I wish K doesn't have to travel so much. I hope he'll stay put and just leave all the traveling to the gingerbread man. I wish!

Who Stole the Muffin from the Muffin Pan?!

2007-04-25T07:40:00.000-07:00

Napapapikit at tumulo pa laway ni Christian sa sarap!
How can I not love this kid?!

Cookie Monster's Biggest Cookie

2007-04-25T07:08:00.000-07:00

Let's Get Physical

2007-04-13T02:57:00.000-07:00

strike a pose

... and bend... and stretch

buti na lang maputi kilikili ko! ;-p

Art Attack

2007-04-13T02:33:00.000-07:00

"artists" becky and roxy

playing favorites: sisters sophia & stella

summer art class 2007

Kiddie Picnicki, Babar the Elephant Style

2007-04-13T02:18:00.000-07:00

packing our yummy snacks... mmm mmm!

at johnson's park looking for the "perfect spot" for our picnic

went up the hill, do we see a perfect spot? don't think so!

aha, the beach! but no, no, no... still not the perfect spot

tah-dah! finally, a perfect spot! now we can eat! hooray!

The End

Yabang Moment... and Proud of It!

2007-04-11T16:43:00.000-07:00

There's this toy store that sells Disney Princess, PowerPuff Girls, Strawberry Shortcake and Barbie merchandises. I frequent that place so much that the shop girl already gives me this "hey you're back again!" smile. Paano ba naman, I'm there at least once every week! Today, I went back again for the one hundred twenty seven million eighteen bazillion nineth time. And the very same tindera assisted me. And once again, she gave me that "smile". I returned her smile and said:

Me: Haha, ako naman! Baka nasasawa ka na sakin ha..
Shop girl: Ay hindi po! Pero bakit parang hindi ho kayo nauubusan ng bibibili?
Me: Pang prizes ko kasi sa mga students ko.
Shop girl: Wow! Eh di favorite kayo ng mga estudyante nyo?
Me: *without batting an eyelash* Ay OO!!!

I was actually taken aback by my answer: Oo with a capital "O" with matching exclamation points. Was that really me who said that?! Did those words really really escaped my lips?! I mean, I am one who doesn't know how to take compliments very easily. When someone says something nice about me, I normally just brush it off as if I never heard anything, or I blush profusely and give a shy smile. Sometimes, I even go as far as telling the 'complimentor', "Oh no, I'm not really *insert whatever complement*. You are much too kind".

I've always had a problem dealing with compliments most likely because I am the most insecure girl walking this side of the planet. But for once in my life, I am confident about something. I may not be many things, but this much I can say... I am one helluva kick ass teacher!!!

BAWAL ang kumontra!

Ha ha happy Easter!

2007-04-08T17:31:00.000-07:00

Have an egg-stra special Easter
you guys!!!

Lotsa Love:
Miffy Muffin & Tikki Truffle