FIRST BIRTHDAY ABROAD

If this is my first travel abroad the same thing my first birthday abroad too. As usual,I didn't prepare anything since it has been my self tradition that I will just treat myself somewhere else and do some shopping or whatever my mind would dictates me to do..this isn't a sort of being selfishness but to enjoy the moment of myself in a solitary moment,alone on the especial day of my life.
Just want to extend my gratitude to those who greeted me on this Valentine and my Birthday at my Facebook account......I have nothing much to display nor post as of the moment but just Thanking everyone so as the good Lord.

HOW DO I SPENT MY BIRTHDAY-VALENTINES

I'm back again from a couple of days- absenting in blogging. This month has been a special for me, not just because its Valentines but its my birthday as well. I have been spending my birthday with my blog for 4 years by now, and it has been my constant companion and a shock absorber thing which I can simply release my innermost ill-thought.
I didn't expect that my co-teachers would just took me out at Paseo de Sta.Rosa for a simple dinner on the day of my Birthday itself. Before we had our Birthday-Valentines dinner, a palatable potluck was done right after we got out from the church. Food contributions from friends and fellow teachers was served as it was a big occasion.
As we were letting the food to be grinned after we ate, watching an inspirational movie was the next moved that we did to pass the time. Indeed, it was a refreshing day so as transformational of the soul. The movie was a Christian inspired story combating the giants that we are facing each day. It teaches us where to go and to bend our knees when circumstances hit us painfully. Surprisingly, life is tight and filled with emptiness that sometimes you need satisfy yourself from the unsatisfactory life physically and financially.
This "Facing the Giant" movie was funded and screened by a Christian Church somewhere in USA. I recommended this movie to everyone, especially to those who are heart-fainted spiritually.



According to a movie critic:
"As a result, the message is very clear and God-centered. And yet, even though the inexperienced acting sometimes shows, the spirit of everybody involved permeates every scene of the movie.
One caution that I would have is that because every little detail in the movie turns out positively as a result of trusting God, it might be easy for the viewer to think that if they just trust God hard enough and give Him their best, then everything will turn out just right. But in the end, there are thousands of couples that are trusting God, but may never have children. There are thousands of Christian athletes who trust God and will never play for a state championship. Every ministry is filled with volunteers and employees that drive beat-up vehicles and that will never be given a brand new truck. Yet, the message of the movie should still remain the same for these people as well. God is in control. So trust Him. "

GIFT & GREETINGS GIVEN ON THIS DAY

Today is the 14th day of February, an anniversary of my birth.Today is a time for reckoning, a one moment in time that I am privileged to perform a notable occasion in life which is an eminent of Blessings and miracle given by God.
The harmonious chemistry of today is a point of reminiscing the wonders of wonder, why God created me and leads me to His path purposely.Evaluating the circumstances that happen a long my way and discerning how I went through the elongated distance,extended far into the future over a considerable time,aroused the desire of my soul to cry.
Greetings of varied kinds audibly on the air from friends and acquaintances (that)tickle my sensitive ears.Early morning,group of four young males serenaded me songs of inspiration that gives me a new vigor to youthfulness.The tranquility of my sleep was being disturbed by voices of hymns singing birthday songs.

I haven't been entertained with songs of compliment a decade ago.Words of appreciations was the volume of utterances I pronounced.The serenading was the hidden plan of my roommate connived by other three guys.
Greeting cards were among the gifts that I received this day, but what matters most is that my life is extended for another year,purposely.I thank God for this protract of life He has given me which another chapter of my life has done, and its time for me to start scribbling the introductory part of the chapter.



My only birthday wish is the stability in life,may it be in financial,job,health, and the important one is the spiritual.For yesterday was a dream, the future is but a vision,but what matters most then is today.

TUNING UP AND TUNING IN

Life is like a pendulum-that swings freely from a fixed point.As we are enjoying the see-saw of life unknowingly, we never perceive the fast track of time just as if it is the normal season of the old contemporaneous.
Although time flies in a conjugated season,yet, we slowly notice the changes in us physically.This month is a dual celebration for me-celebrating the month of Love and of course my Birthday.

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Half of the struggle of my life is a pure inspiration I got from my parents.The other half lies with the art of faith and believing to the Supreme Being.
This has been my second time or so,celebrating my natal day online.My blog and my personal website has been the aid to recollection of the past,just how I grapple the venomous fangs of life.
I celebrated my Birthday in solitude,taking myself somewhere else, where nobody could possibly notice me.Rewarding myself abundantly were the usual tradition I did for myself.
Dining in style,new iPhone cell phone,new clothes was the gift I bought to satisfy the lacking and deprivation materially.

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This is how I tune up and tune in the fast pace of time,technologically.Honest to goodness,I'm getting on in years now and is still a Bachelor.However,this doesn't bother me much since I have my family,friends around me...keeping me afloat through the rock of ages.
Of course,a girlfriend who inspires me and keeping me in love always.


Valentines is a month of Love, and so I am extending my greetings to Everyone...............Enjoy the seasons of Love filled with happiness and peace..
Let me serenade you with one of my fave songs:

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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Without a doubt, Christmas is probably one of the most celebrated holidays there is. Planning parties, decorating the house, making and wrapping presents, keeping secrets ...tis definitely "the season to be jolly!"
It is also the season of great anticipation and intoxicating expectation, of happiness and joy, of warmth and togetherness, of sharing and giving.
I would like to give my heartfelt thanks to "YOU," all my wonderful and special friends,fellow bloggers and passersby who have visited my blog pages throughout the year and have brought so much joy and warmth back to me with all your wonderful and thoughful messages.I really want you to know that I truly appreciate the difference you have all made in my life. Each and every one of you have been a true blessing bestowed upon me and I do love you all!
I wish for you, my dear friends, all the good things of the season to treasure and enjoy.I also wish for you the time to spend with those who mean the most to you, and wishing you many heartfelt memories to keep close to you when the season is past. But most of all, I wish you peace, joy, and happiness to warm your hearts, now and all through the coming year.
I have tried to include Christmas poem made by Penny Parker that will bring enjoyment for ALL.

I Said A Christmas Prayer For You

I said a Christmas Prayer for you
Because the season's near.
I didn't ask for riches
But for gifts so much more dear.


Praying


I asked for joyful gatherings
With your family all round,
And for carols to inspire you
With their old familiar sound.


Praying


I asked for quiet moments
In your heart on Christmas morn,
For a special time to celebrate
The Savior who was born.


Praying


I asked for friends to send their best
That you might know they care;
I asked for peace and love and hope,
And I know God heard my prayer.

~ Author Unknown ~

(source:Penny Parker)

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A COLD LONELY CHRISTMAS

Christmas is the longest celebration of the year.It's the fave holiday of all and the most joyous one than birthdays.
Different decorations and lights colored everywhere..the luminous and vibrant colors combine brings the stillness of the night.Various songs of Christmas can be heard being played in the radio,which a lullaby to ears.
Giving gifts is the customary being practice by everyone.Wind blows touches with a sensation of cold; Christmas carols serenaded us a dampening of excitement as we gratify the yuletide season with whims.
Sumptuous foods in different array are highly pronounced,filling our gluttony with satisfaction.Exchanging cards among friends, lovers, and families symbolizes unity that Christmas is truly in our hearts.
Being away from family for 13 long years is a disheartening cold lonely Christmas.Blows of solitary clouded my heart of emotions that celebrating the holiday which abstractedly far from my parent is already such as occurs in the ordinary course of events,notwithstanding,still the essence of the season turns to be pensive with a sober reflection as melancholic tears fell down, at whatever time countenance of my parent's come into view.
Amusing myself is the remedy that comes to mind,rescuing the yearning wish of my heart squanderedly passing the time of wandering around as it slowly subsided.
My parents is the best propeller of inspirations why I forcibly surviving in this sphere against the collosal waves of hardship and mishaps in life.
Another reason for this Christmas is reuniting our relative from a great distance.Spending it with them this yuletide is a hope to meet.I'll be in Olongapo city my second home for Christmas,once more rekindling my childhood memories.
Passersby, fellow bloggers, friends and regular readers of my blog ...Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year.

SWEET SMELL OF TEACHING

SWEET SMELL OF TEACHING

At last,my Directed Teaching is almost over...but faces of my students that are frequently showing unaffected simplicity and lack of guile or worldly experience,that I usually see every now and then,wherever I go.
Does it sounds that I am missing them? Well, I do...I truly miss them..I just love staring at those conveyed countenance of "a teenager's naive ignorance of life".
Moreover,some of my students love me some aren't.that's okay....I can't definitely judge nor hold incriminations to them.
For almost two months of my temporal teaching in Sto. Domingo,I have come to realized that Teaching is eventually a chosen direction made by God for me.Pedagogy came out naturally as I recognized as an important profession.
Nonetheless,this is already a point of no turning back..because I am about to receive the academic degree which upon the completion's of my studies from the Autonomous University (do I sounds so mayabang?)
Modesty aside, the sweet smell of Teaching is when your students give you something that you never expect.I receive two Poems composed by my good students in II-A,despite of the grammar and spellings they are indeed good....I receive letters too from III-A.
I would like to post this Poem just as it is,created by my student:


"A Clown"
I can't show you who's the real me
'Coz my shadow of fear is eternity
I hide beyond happiness
But deep inside of me is sadness.

Rain washed away my tears
Sun rays cover my fears
I loved even my heart is wounded
I laughed even my life was haunted.

I was a clown with my costumes
A clown with my frustration
I was not me but a true actor
Who acts and makes life worth living for.....



This is the II-A's

OPTING THE TEACHING CAREER

OPTING THE TEACHING CAREER

They said that teaching is a calling, highly noble profession and developing the children's mind to be great leaders.Well, at first it's not...but reality proved me wrong that it is...I saw myself enjoying and enjoying terrorizing the students... the young hungry vultures of knowledge..
Still questions pop out from my tactil nerves ( is the spelling right? dunno know)...is teaching for me? Do I sounds like a teacher? Am I touching their hearts?
Huh ! Do I have the choice?....am already here....enjoying my Directed Teaching at Sto. Domingo National High School.
At least, I am enjoying though I'm still reluctant of my chosen career (?) or let say chosen course....I dont want to complain at all....it's the Lord decision why He wants me to teach..maybe to discipline me, I guess (lang naman).
Lo and behold, words of adjective to modify myself...the real me...the real I...the real Eric...is an impatient, brutally frank, less evil-less good, narcissistic vulgar, showing signs of Adolf Hitler reincarnation, with a thick gullible skull and most of all a worst social climber of all marxist and species of monkeys este species of Homo Sapiens (pala).....
Do you think (any) students can afford to stay in the classroom with such abnormal,yet, romantic as I describe it...hehehehe...please do give me a favor !! for that. If Dr. Jose Rizal would just be alive today as in TODAY....I strongly believed that he gonna kill me at Bagumbayan or Luneta by now.....wow..sounds really classy and publicly worth dying....(am I getting crazy?)
On the contrary, amidst of that terroristic approach towards my students...they still love me after all...of course..and nothing but OF COURSE.....I love them.You know what, I began missing my students in Sto. Domingo....haaayyyy, what an indescribable feeling !!!
I shed river of tears many times because of my missingness to these future educators of ours and even asked God to touch their feelings and to remember me ,though we parted ways......I just prayed that they will grow intelligently with blue collars someday.


Entrance of Sto.Domingo National High School


Tinny my fellow Intern, My Critic teacher and I with my zebrans sleeve


II-B I ask forgiveness from the Lord for being so brutally narcissistic to this class....truly,they made me to realize thay they were crying and bleeding inside as I look at their innocent faces.Sounds of begging were playing repeatedly in my ears....at least, I can calmly sleep now at night.


III-B so passive, on this class but they are surviving..though !


II-C..forgive me Lord, but this section is a toxic..I dont feel anything.


II-A just doing their parts to impressed me..honestly, they are literally good....and competitive.


III-A portraying Anne Frank..they experienced the unexpected embarrassment from me.Sorry guys...love you after all.

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BUTTERFLY KISSES LYRICS

I just heard this song a century ago...but I did not lend my sense of hearing to this kind of music since I am simply not interested.
One day, I just borrowed a USB from a dear pal while I was busyly taking my comprehensive exam at the English Department and so I was enjoying and listening to her collection of songs....and one of that is Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle........I just noticed that I got carried away by the song....as if I'm already a Daddy...whew.
As I was savoring the melody of the song...the message behind on it deeply soothes in my heart.....this song is now a part on my collections as well.....I truly like the song.The song was so precious and sentimental as it is dedicated to a father sadly losing her favorite girl. It's truly a song that captures the emotions felt for a father on his daughter's wedding day.....unbelievably she's grown up enough to be a woman and ready to settle down.

I posted the lyrics here and you can simply view the video as well...by simply clicking the site below..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgZftrobqlg

BUTTERFLY KISSES

by Bob Carlisle

There's two things I know for sure

She was sent here from heaven and she's daddy's little girl.

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night

She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and I thank God for all the joy in my life Oh,

but most of all For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;

sticking little white flowers all up in her hair;

"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride.""I know the cake looks funny, Daddy,

but I sure tried."

In all that I've done wrong I know I must have done something right

to deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 todayShe's looking like her Mama a little more everyday One part woman,

the other part girl.

To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I rememberButterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;

sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.

"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.

"With all that I've done wrong I must have done something right to deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time Like the wind, the years go by.

Precious butterfly.Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.

Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.

She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not sure-

I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."

She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her Mama there,

Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair

"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."

"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right.

To deserve your love every morning and butterfly kisses-

I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.

A THORNY KIND OF V-DAY AND B-DAY

Through the years of my existence in this lonely world, I've never been happy celebrating my birthday.Not just for a reason that I don't celebrate it, nor I don't even have a date ( my b-day, falls every V-day of the year) but I always ended up being penniless (celebrant).
As far as my memory can possibly rekindle the circa of my teeny bopper and childhood days, I can't remember much at all how many times do I celebrated my birthday on a pomp way.
Well, it doesn't matter for me, what matters most is God extended my life again...Since it is also a V-day, many poems have been written about love, books being published inspired by love.
Just this V-day ( and my b-day as well) was enormously bad which was almost considerably a daymare for me ( if there is a nightmare, there is also a daymare..huh!) I wore my Human striped red polo, fully equipped the many faces of a teacher can be. The decision that I have made was quickly brought me to dumb in question...why?
I gave up my two classes in III-A and II-C, Sto.Domingo National High School. As in,I feel exhausted which my body can't fully recoup...that fast.
Much to my regret...though I was reluctant to give up III-A, but I have to.....words of alibis were easily pronounced by me as I talked to my Critic teacher....whew...thanks God...he accepted. Honest to goodness, I miss my III-A English class.....sorry but I don't think I have the feelings of missingness to II-C.
Needless to say, II-C were the only class section I had that gaves me so much headache.....the lowest among the Second year, the "pasaway" they were.....
Lo and behold, these two sections were back again, under the care of their English teacher Sir Serra.......hmmmm.....I'm not loaded this time....I still have three sections but that's totally tolerable for me...as in I can handle them without worrying my health at all.
Yet, I need to be devilish for these 3 sections I have.....I want them to have fear of respect to me.....at least, I won't be as wicked as I handled II-C...imagine, I threw erasers to my students at II-C who just enjoyed their talkings without listening to me...thats how I terrorized my students who dont bother to listen.
Lest,the worst thing I did in II-C, I lift and bumped the steel armchairs that created a very scrapping and annoying noise....ti, they were trembled with fear..........heaven's forbid I won't do it again...I swear to high heavens........or else my Dean would kick me out of my internship...hehehe.....well, the III-A won't hear any harsh words from me.....there was this young,lanky tall mestiza girl who feel insulted by my public corrections of her spelling of cook,lest, I called her fashion victim and lousy....
I felt sorry for her, umiyak sya because she felt like so stupid..of being mispelled the cook which she wrote "cock" and I vulgalry interpreted the word cock in two meanings that made her cried in slang term of cock "titi".
Ganun naba talaga ako ka damn strict..even the simplest mispelled...I almost cursed the girl down to the abyss................well, at least I had come to be apologetic.....
Hummmpppp..so much for that....I hate to recall that nightmares in my class in III-A and II-C. Below were letters of greetings and endearment from my kind students, at least, amidst of the terroristic approach that I used in my teaching....they still love me though.


handmade Valentine greeting from II-B


Birthday greetings from II-A



Another letter of valentine and birthday greeting


Wrapped up with love

Letter with a gift from my student in II-A