Love, not because

    …of happiness;
    but because you chose to deal on its roughness.
    …of perfection;
    but because you chose to accept its imperfection.
    …of beauty;
    but because you chose to beautify what is ugly.

    …of security;
    but because you chose to cure the insecurities.
    …of promises;
    but because you chose to face the challenges.
    …of staying;
    but because you chose to embrace what is changing.

    love, because you love.


isang unos, isang bata, at isang watawat

Sa kabila ng unos, naipakita ang pagmamahal sa bayan,

mula sa agos ng panganib, watawat ay ipinaglaban.

Hindi ininda ang hirap upang lamang maprotektahan,

ang sagisag ng Pilipinas, inuna mula sa kahit ano pa man.

Marapa’t lamang na balikan at ang isang bayani ay paniwalaan,

na ang mabuting kabataan ay ang pag-asa ng bayan.

Hindi matatawaran ang kanyang kabayanihan,

Isa man siyang bata, ngunit marapa’t lang siya’y hangaan.

jill b.


I can still vividly remember when I asked my students – during our English class – to make a story and a title page of their own book. They actually enjoyed creating such wonderful pieces of literature, but I never imagined that the lesson would inspire a student to aspire to be a good author one day. I can still remember how he came to me and told me “Miss, when I grow up, I will write many books. You will be my publisher, and I will call my bookstore Ms. Jill’s bookstore.” Sweet isn’t it? One of the many priceless rewards a teacher can ever get from her student. But that does not end there, earlier, he again approached me and gave me this piece of paper where a simple story is written. I asked him if he created it on his own, or if he had read this somewhere. And with his answer, I can assume that he had at least adapted this certain story from another. I am indeed proud to say that a grade 3 student is able to create a story entitled “Things aren’t seen as they seem to be.”

note: I copied exactly what he wrote so as to respect what he created. So if there are some grammatical errors that you might see, I AM NOT POSTING THIS FOR THE SAKE OF LOOKING AT THE GRAMMAR. I am trying to tell you that kids nowadays are smart and creative, and that we can learn a lot from them. ENJOY READING!


One day, two angels was looking for a place they could shelter in for the night. They came to a very greedy family that told them to stay at the basement for the night. There was a hole in the basement wall. The two angels fixed the wall. The young angel asked “why did we help them?” The older angel said “things aren’t seen as they seem to be.”

Next day, they found an old couple. They shared everything they got. They offered them to sleep in a room. Next day, their cow died. The older angel seemed happy. The younger angel asked “Why are you so happy?” His brother said, “Things aren’t seen as they seem to be. There was a block of gold in the wall last night. We fixed it so they won’t see it. So the greedy family wouldn’t see it in the basement.” “Last night the angel of death came for the old couple. I gave it the cow instead.” The old angel said.

When the young angel was old enough, he send miracles into the world. His favorite sentence was: “Things aren’t seen as they seem to be.

(written/adapted by: Dave, A grade 3 student)

Children are born intelligent. And it is our duty, as adult, to help them build and develop such intelligence. It isn’t true that we cannot learn from them, because we can learn a lot from them.


"The Story"


taken for granted.
never appreciated.
always doubted.

Things you see insignificant;
Things you find worthless;
Things you consider rubbish.

There will come a day,
that all these will find a way.
These things you never notice,
are things that you’ll definitely miss.

you have to give me this shot

I finished Bachelor of Secondary Education; meaning, I am trained to teach the higher level. But then, due to some inevitable concerns, I end up handling the lower level – much, much lower. I am handling gradeschoolers, grade 3 in particular.


Right now, I am still in the process of adjusting – trying to accept that I ain’t handling the level I am used to handling, and trying to loosen up for this little kiddos. But the question here is, what makes me love this cutie little creatures? I expected teaching them would be hard, but I never expected that it would be THIS hard. But all the efforts were worth it. Why? let me see..


Q: What makes me love my fate as Grade 3 teacher?

  •  The big smiles and all the “hi ms. Jill” with great, great conviction whenever they see me somewhere inside the campus.
  • All these never-ending question that they ask me over and over and over and over again.
  • Those kids who come to me in front just to ask whatever they want, but the truth is, they just want me to know that they are there.
  • Those whom I catch passing papers where “wag mong bati si ano, pasa mo sa kabila” are written.
  • Those who ask me to put towels on their backs whenever they sweat.
  • All those fearless opinions I will never ever hear from high school students.
  • and ah, finally, the most appreciative kiddos I have ever encountered. Nothing can ever beat that.
And therefore, I can say, I am loving my fate. I love my job. It’s never easy but I won’t choose any other jobs over this. This job rocks!

something that is worth recalling

Well at least for me, this really is something worth recalling. Just yesterday (June 23, 2011), I, as part of my life now, attended to my 11:50am English class – Grade 3 level (can you just imagine how my classroom would look like having 38 pieces of grade 3 students. It is awesome!).


At 12 noon, the school will be asking everyone to pause for the 12o’clock prayer, and so when the paging system – whatever you call it – went on, everybody stood of course to give respect to the prayer. But knowing grade 3’s, they have not actually understood the essence of standing because it has been a routine in this particular school where I work for. Everyone was talking – and I couldn’t call their attention because, yeah, it was a time for silence. And so after the prayer, I let them sit and gave some sermon a teacher couldn’t resist from giving, I asked them if they know who they talk to when they pray – and they actually know. and then of course as a teacher, reminded them that silence should be observed everytime we pray because it is a time to talk to our Creator. And as soon as I told them that some of them were talking with each other, this one student of mine raised his hand and I was kind of surprised – thought he has something to ask (Whew!) – I asked him why and he told me (actually admitted) that he was one of those talking students. I was amazed and couldn’t help but commend him for being honest. Right after thanking and giving praises to him for being honest, all the others who knew they were talking raised their hands and admitted that they also did something wrong during the prayer.


Ah… the power of Very Good’s and Thank You’s. and ah, the reward of being a teacher.

it’s enough when it’s enough

it’s enough when it’s enough.

it ends when it has to end.

it’s when you’re tired that you stop;

it’s when you feel that there’s this gap.

it’s when the ways has just run out;

it’s when no words can come out your mouth – 

good words can’t go out loud.

when it’s the end it will end.

when it’s enough, it is enough.


– jill b.

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