
The next week, it was my tutorial student C, who gave gifts. This was what she gave.








And this was T. Auds gift for me...a box of....

This is it, here I stand
I’m the light of the world, I feel grand
Got this love I can feel
And I know yes for sure it is real
And it feels as though I’ve seen your face a thousand times
And you said you really know me too yourself
And I know that you have got addicted with your eyes
But you say you gonna live it for yourself.
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thught that I would be your lover
C’mon baby, just understand
This is it, I can say,
I’m the light of the world, run away
We can feel, this is real
Every time I’m in love that I feel
And I feel as though I’ve known you since 1,000 years
And you tell me that you’ve seen my face before.
And you said to me you don’t wnat me hanging round
Many times, wanna do it here before
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thught that I would be your lover
C’mon baby, just understand
This is it, I can feel
I’m the light of the world, this is real
Feel my song, we can say
I couldn't stop laughing after that. He even have some naughty remarks about his nanny..I remember one time, I heard him and his brother talking outside the tutorial center:Me: Kyle, it says in your assignment notebook you had to answer the exercises on pages 55-56 of your Math workbook.
Kyle: (pointing at all the exercises) oh, all these and this too?
Me: Yes
Kyle: (looking at his workbook - answered some of the questions and suddenly stopped.) Then, he looked at me and said: Ugh, I don't know what to do with this number? I'm gonna die..(and his facial expression: smiling)
Me: (laughing out loud)...
Kyle: (looked at his workbook again, answered the math problems and then..) Oh, I love this workbook...This is the coolest workbook in the whole workbook world.
Brother: Where is our nanny?
Me: She's probably by the pool area near the clubhouse.
Kyle: Yeah, she's there swimming in her bra.....
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For youMy gift is my song
A MOTHER'S LOVE
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
Also, this song by the backstreet boys entitled 'the perfect fan" is probably one of the best songs you could ever sing to your mom....Your Friendship Style is Empathetic |
![]() You deeply care about each person you're friends with. For you, friendship is all about the personal connection. You tend to know everything about your friends' lives... and they know everything about yours. Your friends are your confidants. You are always there for your friends. You celebrate their successes and support them in their times of need. You are as loyal as they come. And you expect the same loyalty and understanding from your friends in return. You and another Empathetic Friend: Have a amazing friendship, when it works. You care for each other deeply, but you often end up with hurt feelings and drama. You and a Gregarious Friend: May have a bit of a one sided friendship. You adore your Social Friend, but you sometimes feel a bit neglected. You and an Independent Friend: Struggle a bit. You are very interested in your Independent Friend's life, but your friend often needs more space. You and a Philosophical Friend: Respect one another. You love to learn about your Philosophical Friend's brilliant ideas. |