Ramblings from My Soul

Hope is a tricky thing especially when it comes to waiting. It's like throwing a die. Five sides tell you that the person you are waiting for will come. You feel confident about the winning odds after the wait. It's the sixth side that does the painful trick because even after all the odds were in your favor, that even with all the five sides that you have been rooting for, you got that one miserable side. You throw the dice. You wait, patiently. But nothing comes. No one comes. You realize you have been waiting for nothing. And then it strikes you. The last goodnight that person sent to you was, in fact, a goodbye. And then you know it's over.

While on the brink of wallowing and self-pity because I got sick when I'm in the most relaxed schedule I've had in six months, I decided to apply the emotional intelligence skill of creating positive emotions by going through the teacher evaluation done by my students for the past school year. Trust me, you read some hilarious ones in there. Take the next line for example. It started out okay, then I got scared. "You are my most respected teacher… I want to make you proud... I will kill for you... You are the wind beneath my wings." Good thing the last sentence was there. It made me realize that it really is just a joke. I thought I had an assassin under my command. There's this one that said: "You look like Thranduil in the movie the Hobbit!" I know I'm not that tall but a hobbit, really? Good thing Google told me Thranduil is an elf. Phew! There are also prophetic ones like "I consider you as a good mentor and someday I k...

"Ma, I'll get his green squeaky toy," I said as I was about to get out from the car. "No," replied my mother, "just leave it in the house so we can have something to remind us of him." "He has other toys. Let's have the the green one, his very first toy, buried with him," I insisted. My mother agreed, "Okay." It's still 6AM and there's already much ado about our dog named Odie. My mother and I are in the car. We are discussing, with tears in our eyes, how we will bury our much-loved family member. While on our way, we reminisced our days with Odie. The times he would sniff our scent and hear the sound of our gate keys even if it's far from where he is inside the house and joyfully welcome us when we get inside. The times he would poke our knees during meals to ask us for table food. The times he, with puppy eyes and his adorable-tongue-out expression, would ask us to play with him. Digging his grave...