Pending Stories

My Dear Little Safe Space,

I know I have been neglecting you for a little while now.

I actually miss you. I have so many stories to share. Thoughts and stories seem to pop up randomly in my head and that I wanted to tell you about. But I seem to lack energy to pull out my phone and type away my few liners for later expansion.

Right now, I am in the middle of excitement, fear and pressure. Much as I am claiming the rights to the fulfilment of my dreams and happiness, I still have inner fears and doubts about things unfolding right in front of me. That is very wrong, I know. If it were a different person feeling this way, and I am the listener, I probably would have advise that person to completely surrender everything to the Lord. To just let things flow, do what must be done and wait for things to happen as they are supposed to be, just because you believe that they are bound to happen. I should be following my own advice.

Let His will be done. As for me, let me do what must be done.

I promise to tell you everything about it as, either happy ending or heartbreaking.  Let's pray for happy ending, shall we?

I promise to update you more and tell you my future journeys too!

I promise to be back. Just in time for you to miss me and my dramas in life.
I promise to tell you everything.

I miss you my safe little space.



Hi! What’s your name? /Mayneymizteyo/

Theo, not his real but he prefer to be called that, is my first zero-English student this year. He is an 8-yr old boy whose family moved from Russia to the Philippines midyear due to the career movement of his father. 

He and Petr, his brother were our first summer class clients on June 2016. Until Japanese kids started coming in the middle of month until early August. His first few days were a real struggle, both for him and us, his teachers. Group classes work for him, however since he needs in depth lessons, an hour and a half is dedicated to one-on-one classes with him. Though I don’t handle him on everyday basis, just twice or once in a week, I make sure to keep track of his progress. How the other teacher handled him, how he behaved or if he threw some tantrums or if it was a good or bad day for all of us. 

His enrolment to this big school was held off for a while because they were afraid that he might not be able adjust quickly. Thus, him and his 4-year old brother were enrolled to an intensive English course with us. At first, I really had no idea how that would work. Good thing that my former work buddy is an experienced ESL teacher with cases like that of Theo and Petr. Also, Theo is a very intelligent boy. 

After 4 months and 2 weeks, his mom confirmed that he had been accepted in an international school as a regular student because of the great improvement in his English conversation skills, phonics, and comprehension adept for his age. His writing is still something that can be improved over time. 

Days with him will be down to a day, an hour every week after this week from the daily 3-hour morning sessions. I am not even sure if he will still be my student starting next week. 

If they have learned a lot from us, I definitely learned from Theo as well. I always believe that he is one great student. He is also very polite, he never forgets to say “Thank you.” and would always take time to say “Hi.” There were even days that he would try to run away from my attempts of hugging him but would always try to hide his smile and giggles whenever I get to catch him. There were even moments that he would try to get my attention by saying, “Look, Teacher Katkat!” and happily wave whatever he had drawn on the board, the table or the paper. I bet he would be a very good illustrator someday. 

I never stopped believing in him. I know that he is a great student, it’s just that change in residence, moving to another continent is not something easy to adjust to. He was willing but due to the language barrier, we often misunderstood each other, but taking time, big movements (TPR=Total Physical Responses) and focus, made it all possible. 

Though I will not be there anymore to see his day-to-day improvement, I am excited for him as he starts going to the big school. I am excited how communication, learning English in particular, can open many opportunities for him in the future. He may always ask why the need to learn Angliyskiy but I know that he knows every reason behind it. 

As his teacher, I am ready to let him go. I will surely miss him and he may forget about me someday, but he will always be one of my great stories as a teacher. 


If  I will really write what’s on my head, it will be full of “I wish…”, lots of “What ifs…” and tons of “Shouldawouldacouldas…” every single day.

If I start writing about it, I'm afraid I can't stop. 


A few weeks after my birthday, I fulfilled my long been held off plan of setting up my own financial stocks investment with the starter amount. I didnt really make a lot of research which one to pick and to put my meager money on. One of them is EDC (Energy Development Corporation) because I believe that over time, it is something that will sustain the energy supply of our country.

My little money had earned an amount that would take years to get accumulated on a savings account. My little money makes me feel I own a big company that would eventually be bigger as renewable energy resources are becoming more and more necessary.
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Saturday seem to be ending quite interestingly.

Two guys asked me over Facebook Messenger “IF pwedeng manligaw.”

Lets put the emphasis on the word “IF”.

I can’t seem to understand the use of the word “IF”. The way I understood “panliligaw” is the act of a guy of pursuing a girl. The act of convincing the girl that he is the right one, among the suitors. Or maybe I am wrong.

The way I understand the IF in the question, is that, IF I say Yes, it is as if I am letting him know that he has a chance on me and he is free to make passes since I said Yes. And IF I say No, it means that he had no chance and that I don't like him.

Anyway, I am writing this for oversharing purposes. LOLs. Kidding aside, it really bothers me because I seem not to have an idea how a good intimate relationship should start? Does it really come with mutuality right away? Girl likes boy, Boy likes girl, then they deserve to be together. No need for Panliligaw.

What if the girl rejects the idea of panliligaw? Does it mean that the boy should jump on to the next girl? And the next girl? Until one girl says yes to “Pwede ka bang ligawan?”

So, if I keep saying “No.” to every question like that, does that mean I would end up forever alone? And if I keep saying “Yes.” to everyone that will ask (ask if anybody would want to), does that make me a “bitch”, a “nagmamaganda” or a “pabebe girl”? Do I really even have to answer such question?

I can’t meet a guy and immediately say “I don't like him.” Maybe, I could say, “He is not my type.” But then, isn’t the purpose of Panliligaw is to make the other party know that he/she is likable? It’s a getting to know stage. Also, IF you really like him/her, you won’t stop until making “ligaw” until you get the sweetest Yes. Right? Diba dapat ganun yun? Or am I just imagining things?


By the way, for records purposes, the first guy who asked was the ex-husband of my girl bestfriend. While the other one was some guy I met on Tinder. See, walang kwenta talaga tong post na to. Hahaha.

Pero yung totoo, kelangan ko ng explanation, Ano po ba talaga ang Panliligaw?  


When I was a kid, never dreamed of being a teacher. Back then, successful career for me was pictured in wearing some corporate attire, high heels, chic bag, pretty nails, nice car and a high pay. That was my dream. Then, college choices lead me to take a baccalaureate degree in education major in Physics due to several reasons. Maybe, unconsciously, I really wanted to be a teacher even then.

However, the success I had pictured in my head was still the same. Until the day I had the chance to step into the dog-eat-dog world. It wasn't as pleasant as I had pictured when I was younger. It wasn’t as fancy as I had read it in novels. It wasn’t as fulfilling as I ought it to be.

Adulting is complicated and only the brave ones can say that they are in the process of surviving and thriving this stage of life. One day, I took the brave decision to step out of the comfort zone and start working on my unconscious dream of becoming a teacher. It had never been easy and is still not.

Successes came in small packages. The first were more than 50 pairs of young curious eyes trying to fit in a small classroom. It would be a day when my pair of pants would be filled with chalk marks, arms with permanent ink, or hair that had never been properly combed for the day. Then, success came in another form:  of kids learning to read, a class knowing how to take care of each other and kids dreaming big and working on it step-by-step. Another one would be: of friends and family taking time to check papers with me and for me. Taking time to read or listen to my classroom stories and mishaps. It also came in the form of words of encouragement, push and support.

Right now, success is in the form of hugs and giggles from very small arms and little mouths. Every day, morning hugs and embrace, cute little voices saying, “Good morning Ms. Katkat. It’s nice to see you again.” Also mommies saying, “Thank you for looking after my child.”

My heart grows bigger and bigger with happiness every day from the day I started to walk into the classroom. For now, let these be my stories of success.

I am still dreaming bigger dreams to share with others. But for now, until the next brave day, let these little successes fill my days and my heart.

To each and every teacher around the world, Happy World Teacher’s Day!