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Andoi. Mga Ibong Mandaragit (nerd...), duckies,
yellow, sleeping, babies, spontaneity, choco flakes, clouds, Sex and the
City, chicken, chocomallows, chocopie, the SG, The Apprentice, sleepy music,
toddlers, cookies, brisk walking, my family, smiling, UP, Christian Bautista,
CSI, The Practice, singing, American Idol, confessions of Georgia Nicholson, ochouno,
snogging (hahahaha!), bumming around, being a Filipino (Yes naman!).....
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
Quoted Words::
A chemist who can extract from his heart's element, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom, which is called love.
- Kahlil Gibran
It is the heart that makes a man rich. He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has.
Don't you know me? I'm helpless without you. I watched you sleep so I could dream of you. I read this one from Ms. Yumi Wada's friendster account. :) It's post-worthy. Heehee.
ALL IN A DAY'S WORK (The children come into the classroom, one after the other, with little tokens, cards and farewell gifts for their teachers.) Maggie (6-year old Canadian): Good morning, Miss Yumi! Here (handing over a container of soaps). Thank you for being my teacher this year! Ms. Yumi: Oh, how sweet! Thank you, Maggie! Frida: Open mine! Open mine! Ms. Yumi: I'm comin'! I'm comin'! Wow! What a fancy bracelet! I'm going to wear it now. Thank you, Frida! (More kids come in with their sweet tokens of gratitude. Pratically everyone is in the classroom, then Jay enters.) Jay (6 year-old Korean, sad and pouting, looking at his shoes): Uhhmmm... Ms. Yomee...? (that's how he rpronounces my name, hihi.) Ms. Yumi: Yes, Jay. Anything wrong? Jay: Ms. Yomee? I didn't bring anything for you today. (Still looking at his shoes, twisting his shirt with his finger, looking really distressed) I don't have a gift for you. Maybe my yaya forgot to put it in my bag. Ms. Yumi: (so touched she could cry) It's alright, Jay! You really didn't have to bring me a gift! Some of your friends just wanted to say thank you. It's our last day in school, you see. Jay: Ms. Yomee? (now looking straight at me) Ms. Yumi: Yes, Jay? Jay: Can I just give you a HUG? Ms. Yumi: (thinking -- awww!!!) Hey, why not, Jay?! Jay: Want a squeezy hug? Ms. Yumi: Sure! Come here and give me one of your squeezy hugs! Jay: (hugged Ms. Yumi so tight she could barely breathe!) Liked that? I have more squeezy hugs if you want! Ms. Yumi: Why don't I give you a squeezy hug? Jay: Yey! Awww... My wanting to be a pre school teacher emerges once again. Ha. :) Gusto ko ring magturo ng bata. Gusto ko rin ng squeezy hugs... Namimiss ko ng may kayakap. :( *Hold me, please. Hold me tight. Hold me close.*
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