


I hope I could somehow moderate. There have been times that I come home like past 11 pm just to do things in Facebook. But so far, I could sense I'm not yet in the category of addiction. Somehow, Facebook links me with some people.


I hope I could somehow moderate. There have been times that I come home like past 11 pm just to do things in Facebook. But so far, I could sense I'm not yet in the category of addiction. Somehow, Facebook links me with some people.Gift No. 1
This I received from Ate Lourdes Roxas of the Interlude Choir. We had our Christmas Party last December 12 at the
Gift No. 2
My advisory class had their party last December 16. We had Kris Kringle. I got this from Jureen Cabarles. The pen container signifies my love for writing. There’s just too much “pen” to use. The globe suggests my being a traveler. This year, I have gone to places like Boracay, Cebu,
Gift No. 3
I got this from the Teachers’ party last December 17. It’s a food (again) container. Actually ma’am Vivian originally won this as freebie. I gave my canister to her and this item, she handed over to me. I want to mean this as something that tells me to save some money. I pray I could. Its fist contents were coins, wallet, cell phone and keys. It should be more likely of a safety box.
Gift No. 4
My truly beautiful friend inside-out Jenylyn Chiong, Jiji as fondly called, gave me these back packs last December 18. She sent me text message that I bring pandesal and cheese in exchange for the back packs. She was going to take breakfast with her husband in NESORICOM subdivision. Once I got there, they were already finished eating. Nevertheless, she still gave me these back packs, which are useful for my Saturday classes in Zamboanga.
I read this from this url http://www.chow.com/ingredients/613: "Belacan, balachang (Malay); bagoong alamang (Filipino); kapi (Thai); terasi or trassi (Indonesian). Dried shrimp paste is a common ingredient used in Southeast Asian and southern Chinese cuisine; it is made from fermented ground shrimp."
Nanay, we fondly called her. Ma'am Emma was a co-teacher from 2002 to 2006. She transferred to another school for some reasons. I would always remember her to be a person I always talked with. At the time she was in school, I was next to her table and so we always share our thoughts. When she left the school, we gave her despidida party. We offered her songs and I thought she departed from the school with a peaceful heart.
Fr. Jim McAuley is a Maryknoll priest, who came from the US. I have come to know him through our choir. (I am a member of two - Interlude and ZSibugay NHS). The first time I heard him speak, I was amazed by the profound Visayan words he used. I was even glad that I came to know him as a friendly person. He is someone you can confidently talk with and he communicates in a very light, lively and happy conversation. My students would always look forward to seeing him every time we sponsor for Wednesday masses. He is so loved by the kids for his kindness and friendliness.
The 2009 District Athletic Meet opened last Friday morning. I was to coach my four chess players namely:

The result was simply a repeat of last year's Meet (http://itsmylyf08.blogspot.com/2008/11/sibugay-high-in-chess.html).Boys board 1 and Board 1 and 2 of the girls were all undefeated, turning out an over-all champion for Zamboanga Sibugay NHS.
A teacher is…
Someone you can turn to in times of trouble
Someone you can lean on whenever you fall
Someone you can cry on when you feel displeased
Someone you can ask for something unbeknownst
A friend to someone who needs a helping hand
A brother or sister to anyone who’s abandoned
A mother or father who guides your pathway
A door that is open, each and every day
Your comfort in moments of worry and gloom
Your sunshine that makes you grow and bloom
Your boat that leads you to a blissful destination
Your shield that shelters you from obliteration
Earlier this afternoon, Manilyn (a former student of mine, who came home from Zamboanga, where she studies BSBA at Pilar College) invited me that we play tennis at around 6 pm or so. I told her that right after the mass, I'd come over. We would be playing at a clay court in Pangi.
Attendance: