ILY NSTP

"My heart is pounding like a drum. Yes, I know it pounds hard. I can hear it. I can feel the nervousness. I feel my hands and feet become numb. My hands sweats. I feel my parietal lobe in my brain grounds as if my head touch something electric. My legs shake having the feeling that this is the end of my world. This is unusual. It never happened before."
I'm scared... scared to be humiliated. I'm scared that they may shout at me, or they may say that I must take my NSTP 12 again. I think I'm not fully matured, huh? True. Hard to accept criticisms. I kind have the melancholic temperant. Help me! I think I need a therapy!
You see, last day, it's our evaluation in our Nstp project. A supplemental feeding program entitled, " B.A.T.A- Busog Ako sa Tamang Alaga" project. Oh, for crying out loud, we did our best! we really exerted our efforts. But yesterday, what happened is quite a shaky evaluation ( I often call it defense 'cooz I used to). For example, you practice and practice and practice for long time , then the moment of your performance has come. What happened is that the result doesn't seem to please the judges even if you almost die practicing. hehe. In our evaluation, effort is not being evaluated. Impact, uniqueness, sustainability of the project is the common questions panelists throw to the NSTP trainees. We've done all of these. I believe we've met our objectives. We have three objectives: 1. For the target beneficiaries to gain weight; 2. for them to practice proper hand washing, tooth brushing and nail trimming; and 3. for them to practice eating nutritious foods. Our target beneficiaries are 5-8 years old. What happened in our evaluation, I'm not quite sure. I felt dizzy that time due to nervousness. I thought I'm going to faint! Well, after the evaluation, they congratulated us. But it does not mean that we passed. It's not yet decided. most of the things we have done is a verbal agreement. Man! Though we can say our beneficiaries are satisfied, we don't have proofs.
I hope and pray that we survived this nstp 2.
You may think NSTP is easy- like you're just going to attend the class and just clean and that's it, think again bro. NSTP in UL surely is hard. But you know what, for me, I learned a lot.
I learned from my experience, from my mistakes. I learn to budget time, to become aware of the environment, to become sociable, responsible... I also learned to serve others. In fact, I am improved! but the thing that sticks to me since I was young, is my attitude of being pessimistic. You know the feeling of depressed, can't sleep at night thinking of your problem? the feeling that you thought it was a big problem like it's life and death your struggling with? The feeling of everyone around you thought you are pathetic and ridiculous because of youR doings? The feeling that you want to run away from your problems ? Oh man, I feel that 'till now. My own feelings are the problem, not that course. It's haunting me. Goodness!
I salute NSTP faculty members and staff. They're trully great. I think they're trying to make history. Oh palmera, they have already done it... I think.

NSTP... Please let me graduate. Please. Pretty please. I have to.
God, your will be done... Oh, let us be prepared from the result of our evaluation.

wanna be...

last words. . .

HElLo. . .

. . .well, i do not know where to start.

You see, many happy,unfoggetable things happened last February.
Though we're too busy that foundation anniversary, it all worth it.

"you're the best batch euerrr!," it's like an ocean wave echoing back and forth in my ears..,"ever, ever.." or let just say, one of the best batches ever... Ever... Ever... Hehe.

I remember the thing you have said to us during the intramurals that TALENT WINS THE GAME BUT UNITY WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP. And I believe it is true. I do not know how to play basketball. . . But tadahh.! Clara is my savior! He he. I mean we have the unity,the cooperation.

And now, I tell you that i am so lucky that the best students are my classmates. And now that im one of them, i am also included. Hehe.

And Since this is my last post(maybe), i'll tell you the truth,my emotioNs, and whatever.

The truth is, i really enjoyed making posts. Though it troubled me sometimes, i'm happy with it. I hope you'll give activities like this 'till the end of time to your students. IT'S like my e-diary about what's happening in sca.
Someday when i grow up, i'll check this blog again so that i'll remember you and the best batch ever... Ever...

You see, even i get exhausted making this, i still wanted to type more. Because i love blog.
Thank you sir for being so nice, and you always find time to meet us though you got sick and you have a hectic schedule.
May God bless you all the time.

last words. . .

HElLo. . .

. . .well, i do not know where to start.

You see, many happy,unfoggetable things happened last February.
Though we're too busy that foundation anniversary, it all worth it.

"you're the best batch euerrr!," it's like an ocean wave echoing back and forth in my ears..,"ever, ever.." or let just say, one of the best batches ever... Ever... Ever... Hehe.

I remember the thing you have said to us during the intramurals that TALENT WINS THE GAME BUT UNITY WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP. And I believe it is true. I do not know how to play basketball. . . But tadahh.! Clara is my savior! He he. I mean we have the unity,the cooperation.

And now, I tell you that i am so lucky that the best students are my classmates. And now that im one of them, i am also included. Hehe.

And Since this is my last post(maybe), i'll tell you the truth,my emotioNs, and whatever.

The truth is, i really enjoyed making posts. Though it troubled me sometimes, i'm happy with it. I hope you'll give activities like this 'till the end of time to your students. IT'S like my e-diary about what's happening in sca.
Someday when i grow up, i'll check this blog again so that i'll remember you and the best batch ever... Ever...

You see, even i get exhausted making this, i still wanted to type more. Because i love blog.
Thank you sir for being so nice, and you always find time to meet us though you got sick and you have a hectic schedule.
May God bless you all the time.

A special month which is january
Bored me not for I'm so busy again
Carrying of thick and make-me-sick books
Daily tasks have no limits but
Everyday is somewhat good days
For there is Sir Morris,
Generating our gloomy minds into spark
Helping me whatever the problem is
Improving my talents and skills
Jaunty english teacher and
Kind-hearted man who helped me,
Loving my work isn't easy
Murmurs and rumors for some time I hear
Nightmare was for me in the past!
Ohh! But Sir taught me a
Powerful lesson just for me
Quit I will never say
Reboosting my needed confidence
Spring to my life is what I follow
Tensive microphone for it cause me ground though
Urge myself to never procrastinate
Vanishing all evil in me is a must
Whatever task,I'll do my best
XXxXx... I have no idea what x is
Yearn more from english
Zippy days are always been when I see Sir Morris.

Uahhhhhh.... I yawned perfectly this morning getting excited with the promenade. I was thinking about my... well, you know, my first dance? who knows? Early in the morning, my uncle visited me to get the letters for my father, grandma, and the rest of my love ones. next tym.

PRAYERS NOT CURSES

I thank God for everything even if I die right here, right now. It’s because I have taste the sweet life given to me. -But please, not yet! I want to become a sister someday! (Chuckle) Sure?
I thank Him even if I’m the most moron in the world, even if I eat red ants for the rest of my life, even if I have flu-virus disease, even if I have never known everything. It’s because I have life. But you know what, that’s disgusting! I mean God will never give us a cross that we can’t take. Every problem has a solution. So be it.
I have always thought it would be a blessing if each pers on could be deaf and blind for a few days during his early adult life. Darkness would make him appreciate sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
Appreciation. That’s the thing that keeps me moving. You know, most of us don’t want to read an article for the reason that it’s darn bored-some. ”Ahh! Alam ko na to. Ito nanaman. Napakacommon na ito eh. Tiyaka kilala ko na kung pa’no gumawa ng article ‘to. Panget! OA!” –These are the hidden vicious thoughts in the minds of most people. Judge people not according to their I.Q., neither their popularity. Judge them according to the content of the article. Be fair. Read it all though it bores you so much to the max.
That’s why don’t be idle to read. I just want to let you know that this might bored you but Man! I’m rushing! Can’t give it more sense.
Lesson? I have no idea. I mean look around you. Look at your seatmate. Isn’t she beautiful? Look everywhere, then you’ll see the wonders of you know, God. But I say to you, whoever reads this, a man is born with unique skills and talents. It is then that if he’s not good at this, he might be good in dancing cha-cha. See yah!