"My Ambition In Life"             "Every student has a dream or ambition to be someone someday. Like them, I have my own ambition as well. My ambition includes helping others learning more things. To help the society gain more good people. My dream or ambition is to be like my mother, aunts and grandmother, to become a wonderful teacher like them.          To be a teacher you must have determination and be ready for the responsibilities to come a head. Like my mother I would be needing a lot of patience when it comes to my students. To be a teacher you do not need a handbook or a recipe to be a good teacher you want. All you need is understanding for those students that you may handle. You may not be the perfect teacher but you can be a better one.        Before, I would watch my mother teach very annoying and hard-headed students. You would think my mother would give up she did not because she not only loved her job but also those students as m

    The sun finally rising, the birds flying and chirping. The cool breeze of a Saturday morning through the atmosphere.     A girl inside a warm house sleeping peacefully. Her brown locks cascading down her face. Her plump lips apart creating a small "o" shape. Her sleep was immediately  disturbed by the ringing of her alarm. She shut it off and did her usual prayer. She took a few more minutes in bed just to scroll through her twitter and instagram. She finally stood up and went to the kitchen.    She then started to heat water and setting up a cup of coffee. She finished putting her hair in a high ponytail when the kettle whistled, she poured herself a cup of hot water and stirred her coffee. While drinking the hot liquid she was scrolling through her news feed in facebook.    After what feels like hours, she finally finished her coffee and washed the cup and went upstairs. The girl untied her hair and took her towel and finally took a shower.    After taking her

"Wipe Your Eyes" -Maroon 5          After the pouring rain last night, the whole block was quiet. No one insight outside, maybe for a reason that its still early.          Everyone was still all sound asleep, at their dream lands either enjoying a wonderful dream or being swallowed by their own nightmares created by their minds. But a certain someone was already awake at 5:00 o'clock in the morning.         The one awake was a little girl, just laying at her bed. Her family and neighbors say that she is different from other kids her age. Usually, kids at her age has imaginary pets or friends or playing ' role play'  or what we call here  'bahay-bahayan'.  But she doesn't, right now , you would think that she is talking to herself or to her so called  IMAGINARY FRIENDS.  But right now, she is just laying at her pink bed while looking at her lit up butterflies at her wall.        As a little girl, she should be amazed b

          In a cold room, it was a rainy afternoon and everyone was at their usual seats but someone decided to sit somewhere different. She can't help but think about "ANYTHING", what is anything? You know the definition of anything, you have and can search it in your dictionary, it says, "ANYTHING represents nothing is present or any action or event cannot or will never happen ."  But the certain someone can't help but think, what if something or even someone can just be anything. Can such thing happen? Can someone or something important fade away and leave, and you, just let it become anything. Its hard to think that such thing can happen to anyone.          That someone began to think about her certain friends. Their whole group and close friends can just turn into anything. Then it finally hit her in the head. Something or even SOMEONE had became into ANYTHING! She just didn't notice it till now. The blocking in facebook, the not answering te

          Another normal afternoon of a normal week. After a long pouring rain, it was finally silent at a usually crowded park. It was very silent, the only thing you hear leaves of trees because of the wind It seems as if the apocalypse has finally happened.          Until a light laugh from somewhere in the park can be heard. It gets louder and louder, until a little girl wearing a yellow dress under a gray jacket wearing pink rain boots and umbrella appeared.          She seemed excited even if the park has no other kids to play with. She started squealing when she saw the swing and she was all by herself, no other kids running to the swing. she finally dropped her umbrella and ran straight to the unoccupied swing.  She then stumbled upon a puddle. Her small boots getting wet. You would think she will start crying because she stopped laughing and stopped moving. She was just standing there looking at the puddle. The park was once again engulfed by silence. Only hearing t