Random musings at etsetera

It's Friday. Nope, actually Saturday na pala. Hehehe..
I'm so alone right now facing the computer.

Well, nasabi ko rin sa aking sarili na nakakatamad nga naman palang mag-blog (na naman..) especially kung walang nakikinig o bumabasa man lang sa mga idinadaing ng iyong isip at diwa. Useless musings lang kung baga.

Well, paki naman ng mga bumabasa di ba? hehehehe..Basta ang alam ko ay..I want to have an outlet for these hidden desires for poetry, violence and "whole dark side of me". Who cares for someone then?

I love writing, when I'm in the mood. I love poetry, when I'm on the bleak crest of love and enmity. I love random musings when my mind is busy. I love the noise of the keyboard when silence besets my ears.

Kaya nga hindi ko maiwan-iwan ang blog ko kasi eto lang talaga ang nagpapanatili sa kapanatagan ng aking diwa. Sana may kausap din ako dito.

But, no pressure though. Hehehe...

Life is a teacher.

When i was still in high school, I pictured myself landing in a job where chalk and boards are present. I do not imagine myself in a classroom jampacked with pre-pubescent or pubescent individuals. To cut it, I don't see myself immersed in a place of teaching, with myself as a teacher. But life sometimes is just so unpredictable. I'm a teacher now. Yes, no chalks but marker pens, with youngsters of different characters some of which can drive you insane. I can just easily get out of this setting but, you see, it's my fifth year now. Flipping back through the past chapters of my life as teacher, I can't do anything but be mesmerized by the carousel of experiences. They became my teachers. Every day, they make me a child. And everyday, I build a child. Sitting there on my chair and attending to every child's needs and whims (hehehe), I can't help but flash a smile. This is not me. Hehehe...But when I see the children, when I envision what will they become, I came to realize that there are times that one has to sacrifice something to build another one. I have to forget myself and think of what I can impart to these children. It's hard but it's fulfilling.
Life is a teacher. And my life as a teacher starts every day.

life

Life is art,
but sometimes boring,
an empty canvass,
hung up on a ceiling.
you splash a paint,
and drops a bucket
of pain in your eyes.

Life is not boring, afterall.

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