Here comes the regular

Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home.

“Hi Toni! How are you? Ms. Trixie gave me the news yesterday. I hoped you would come to school today. I was hoping it was just one of those times and you would be back. I know there are things you have to work out. I will continue praying for you. Am just here.”

“Just read your letter. I cried and wished I could just take you under my wings but I know you need this to purge whatever it is here that is quite unhealthy. Yes I will read and answer your emails. Will expect it too. Take Care”

“Thank you for the bracelet you gave :) Something that will remind me you will come back. Be strong” - Ms. Marose

“Hi Toni! This is Teacher Kathy. I heard what happened. It really saddens me that you will be leaving CSC. You are really one of the teachers who shows genuine care, love, and compassion to your students. I will never forget how you were able to see the goodness and bring out the potential in your students, especially Mariano. I will continue to pray for your success in all your endeavors. Take Care and God Bless!” - Ms. Kathy

“Naku, Toni nakakataba naman ng puso iyong sinabi mo. I don’t deserve all your wonderful words. You bring with you your own brand of magic and inimitable style: that’s what I saw the first time I met you and why I wanted to work with you so badly. Lagi kang bahagi ng Raya kahit saan ka pumunta, dala dala mo kami at lagi kang may uuwian” - Teacher Ani

hi, toni! kanina nakikinig lang talaga ako kasi ang hirap mag-react dahil maraming tenga sa paligid. agree ako sa mga sinabi sa iyo ni ms. marose. katulad mo ang kailangan ng CSC ngayon. hindi ito biro at alam iyon ng mga kasama natin sa workroom. alam nila kapasidad mo at bilib sila sa passion mo. di lang nila nasasabi dahil mas madalas nilang i voice out ang mga nega, hindi sa iyo kung hindi sa lahat ng bagay. hahaha. pero naappreciate ka nila, namin. totoo. naisip ko baka ayos din na maging pang-umaga ako, para kahit papaano mabawasan ang mga nega kasi parang nagiging nega na rin ako. scary.

anyway, lungkot lang ako. umaasa pa naman ako magiging buddy o partner tayo at babaguhin natin ang mukha ng CSC kinder education. hahaha. feeling. marami rin akong gustong gawin, minsan lang nakakadismaya o nakakatamad. pero nung nakakausap na kita, sabi ko buti pa itong batang ito, hindi pa nawawalan ng hope. alam kong hindi CSC educ ang ideal educ for you, pero that didn’t stop you from giving your all. nahiya kaya ako sa sarili ako. at the same time, na excite ako na meron akong kakilalang tulad mo na puwedeng maging positive influence sa akin. kainis! sinulat pa natin mga balak nating activities at materials! daya mo! hehehe. sisindakin ko na lang yung bagong teacher para sundin ang gusto ko. hahaha. joke. alam mo naman, mabait ako. :)

salamat din pala sa trust and friendship, ha. sabi nila minsan parang may sarili akong mundo at tanggap na naman nila iyon at tanggap ko na rin iyon sa sarili ko. alam ko mahirap ako ka-work minsan/madalas, pero hindi ka natakot o nainis. hindi nga ba? salamat din at puede akong maging praning sa iyo. sabihin mo lang kung sumusobra na at naiinis ka na, ha.

basta, bilib ako sa tapang mo. congratulations! you’re taking charge of your life! galing! :)

impluwensiyahan mo sila sa singapore, ha. lagyan mo ng heart ang early childhood education nila.

mag-consult pa rin ako sa iyo, ha. mag-share pa rin ako ng ideas, okay?

aja, toni! aja!

p.s. hinahanapan kita ng perfect book. yung book na ikaw. bigay ko sa iyo bago ka umalis. :)

Some tourists think Amsterdam is the city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

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—	The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (via shewasahuricane)

So Fucking Cute

Augustus: May I see you again
Hazel: Sure
Augustus: Tomorrow?
Hazel: Patience, grasshopper. You don't want to seem overeager. 
Augustus: Right, that's why I said tomorrow. I want to see you again tonight and I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow. 
Me: *Crying-Sobbing-Sniffle-Sniffle*

prettylittlegossipgleek:

Blair: There might be some loves that seem bigger than others or more complicated or harder to let go of, but there’s a reason they’re not meant to be.
Beatrice: You cannot choose who you love…
Blair: But you can choose how you love them and there are some people you can love by not being with them.

Blair Waldorf. Gossip Girl. 5x12. Father and the Bride

Drunk Blair is my favorite.

Sometimes it was just laughing at the comparing of favorite things, I love that flavor, that color’s cool, that album sucks, I’ve never seen that show, she’s awesome, he’s an idiot, you must be kidding, no way mine’s better, safe and hilarious like tickling. Sometimes it was stories we told, taking turns and encouraging, it’s not boring, it’s OK, I heard you, I hear you, you don’t have to say it, you can say it again, I’ve never told this to anyone, I won’t tell anyone else. You told me that time with your grandfather in the lobby. I told you that time with my mother and the red light. You told me that time with your sister and the locked door, and I told you that time with my old friend and the wrong ride. That time after the party, that time before the dance. That time at camp, on vacation, in the yard, down the street, inside that room I’ll never see again, that time with Dad, that weird time at the place I already told you in the other story about that time, the times linking up like snowflakes into a blizzard we made ourselves in a favorite winter.

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Well, if not today. One day. :)

All the “small talks” I have are memories of you.