Tsar Lah Tsing-Abibuag

06/08/2025

🌍 A space for real stories and small adventures
From the classroom to quiet corners of the world —
I share the in-betweens:
📚 teacher life
✈️ travel snaps
🧠 quick math tips
💭 reflections you didn’t know you needed

If that sounds like your kind of vibe,
go ahead and hit that Follow button.
Let’s wander, learn, and grow — one honest post at a time. 🌿📷

06/08/2025

100 stars gd ba 😅 🙏

04/08/2025

"I Fulfilled the Dream I Promised Them"

I may not have been the most expressive growing up, but deep down, I’ve always been grateful — in quiet ways that mattered.

Back when I was still a student, I made a promise. I didn’t know yet what kind of future I wanted for myself. I had no plans for marriage or anything else. But one thing I was sure of:
“Ma, Pa… Patindugan tgid kamo balay makasulod na ko sa ubra.”

That dream came before everything else.

Eventually, that promise came true. I worked hard and finally built them a home.
It wasn’t just a house — it was a symbol of every single sacrifice they made. A quiet “thank you” for the years they put their needs aside just to make sure we, their children, could finish school and have better lives.

I thought that would be enough.

But then, one day, Papa mentioned he wanted a "car". I paused for a moment and asked myself, “Wasn’t the house already enough?”

Still, I said yes.

Not to show off. Not because I had to.
But because I wanted to give them the comfort they’ve always denied themselves.

I remember how Papa and Mama worked anywhere they could — sa kampo, sa talamnan, under the sun, under the rain.
They did whatever it took, wherever they had to go, just to support us.

And I also remember the painful words I once heard:
"Ina nga bata nd na katapos eskwela kay mamana lang na dayun"

Those words hurt. But they didn’t break me.
Instead, I held tighter to that promise I made while I was still wearing a uniform and carrying books — because I knew who I was doing it all for.

And now, even if no material thing can ever repay the years they gave us, I try.

Not because I want to prove anything.
But because I carry a quiet, unshakable gratitude in my heart.

Then came that moment I’ll never forget:
We gave Papa the car… and I saw it.

That kind of smile that speaks louder than any thank-you.
That pure joy on his face — like a child whose long-time wish finally came true.

You could see it clearly:
He was happy. His dream had come true.

And in that moment, I knew —
Every sacrifice, every hardship, every promise I held onto… it was all worth it.

This isn’t about being a perfect daughter.
This is about a promise.
A dream fulfilled not just for them,
but also for the girl I used to be —
the one who swore to give back, no matter what.

04/08/2025

🌻 DISCOVER LA CARLOTA'S GOLDEN SECRET 🌻

Looking for a peaceful escape that’s close to home but feels like a whole new world?
Bucalan Sunflower Farm in Sitio Bucalan, Barangay RSB, La Carlota City is your next must-visit spot!

Walk through fields of bright, golden sunflowers 🌞
Take IG-worthy photos, enjoy the quiet breeze, and let nature refresh your soul—without traveling far.

No crowds. No stress. Just flowers, sunlight, and a place where you can feel calm again.

📍 Location: Sitio Bucalan, Brgy. RSB, La Carlota City
🕰️ Best time to visit: Sunny mornings or golden afternoons
📷 Tip: Bring your camera or phone fully charged, bring wet wipes ky pag gwa mo damo gid yab ok tiil/sapatos mo. 🤣

Tag your friends, plan that visit, and see what it feels like to stand in the middle of sunshine.
Bucalan is waiting. Come and see beauty in its simplest form.

03/08/2025

In a field full of sunflowers, I still choose you every time. 🌻💛
Bucalan Sunflower Farm 💛

02/08/2025

That's why you choose peace over proving yourself.

02/08/2025

"If the Little Me Could See Me Now…"

I came across an old picture of me holding a Barbie—and it brought back so many memories.

I remembered how badly I used to want the fancy Barbies—the ones with beautiful clothes, little shoes, and big dollhouses. But we couldn’t afford those.

What I had was a simple, cheap Barbie. No extra outfits, no accessories. But I loved her anyway.

To make her special, I used to gather scrap fabric and sew tiny dresses by hand. They weren’t perfect, but I tried my best. I made the most out of what little I had. And somehow, that was enough.

Now that I’m older, I can buy the Barbies I once wished for.
But I don’t—because that little girl already learned something far more valuable: how to create joy even when you have very little, and how to keep dreaming despite limitations.

If the little me could see me now, I think she’d smile with pride.
And I’d tell her:
“You were strong, creative, and full of hope. Everything I’ve become—I owe it to you.”

02/08/2025

Malayo pa, pero malayo NA. 🤍

I may not have everything I want—but I’ve come a long way from where I used to be.

There was a time when eating three meals a day felt like a blessing. Instant noodles, borrowed rice, and splitting whatever viand we had just to make it last. Now, I can enjoy a full meal—and even share when others are in need.

I used to come home to a house that leaked when it rained. Cramped, noisy, and uncomfortable. Now, it may not be grand, but it’s peaceful, safe, and ours.

Before, even buying basic needs was a struggle. I had to choose between what I wanted and what I needed—and most of the time, I chose to let go of what I wanted.
Now, I can afford what I need. Maybe not everything I dream of, but enough to live, enough to give.

I used to be the one who needed help. Now, I can offer help—even in small ways—because I know how it feels to have nothing, and I never want anyone else to go through that alone.

I still don’t have it all, but I have something deeper—peace, strength, and quiet growth that no amount of money can buy.

Because sometimes, success isn’t loud.
It’s the ability to choose others even when no one sees.
It’s the small wins.
It’s the soft life built from hard days.

Still far, but far enough. 🤍

02/08/2025

Stay Kind 🤗

02/08/2025

❤️

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