On a Street

She stooped down to pick up the clothes strewn across the floor. She placed them neatly in the hamper and made up the bed. She looked around and thought to herself, there’s much more to do.

She walked out of the room and left the house. She left the key with the neighbors, thinking, I would never see them again and yet here I am smiling and joking as if we will always stay friends.

She walked towards her house. I have to stop going to this place, she thought to herself. I have to unlearn those hellos and greetings with the people around here. I would rarely see the sweet couple that sells the most delicious siomai.

As she turned at the corner where she lived, lost in thought, she didn’t see the young man on his bike. He ran into her and they both stumbled onto the pavement.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay…”

“Oh, it’s you.”

He smiled shyly and looked at her with such admiration and awe that she had to look away and gave him a shaky smile.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. I have to go.”

“Wait!”

He grabbed hold of her hand. She looked at his bold gesture and was surprised to feel a bit better. She knew then what to do next.

“How about we get some sodas and hang out?”

What Remains

This resonated right through me. Wonderful post on how much we give as teachers.

Donalyn Miller

“Someday, in the mist of time,

When they ask me if I knew you,

I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine.

And the sadness will be lifted from my eyes.

Oh, when I’m old and wise.”

–“Old and Wise,” The Alan Parsons Project

If you want to feel life at its fullest, attend a high school graduation. Look into graduates’ beaming faces and you’ll see it—their eyes glow like stars. Youth at its pinnacle. Adulthood on its first day. Freedom personified.

For a few hours, the adults called to witness this passage feel what it’s like to be young again. We remember. But we are only visitors now. We passed this way once, but we can’t stay long. We feel time’s march and our place in it. No matter how much we influenced these golden children, we have moved into the past now. Just a few paragraphs…

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Spying

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes searched for any changes. Her feet were not swollen. Her ankles were as dainty as before. Her calves long and lean as a ballerina’s. Her thighs are shapely and without any cellulite. She turned sideways to see the profile of her abdomen. Flat as a board. She splayed her fingers on her stomach, caressing it like a lover. She slowly cupped her breasts and tenderly pressed them to see if they were fuller or any bigger. Nothing. Nothing has changed. Her hands traveled to her neck. It was her most hated feature. She has a short neck. She always dreamed of having one of those swan-like necks but it was not meant to be. This is the reason why she keeps her hair short, just below her ears, to give an illusion that she has a swan-like neck. That was all it was, an illusion. She gave them an illusion to be with, to live with, to laugh and cry with.

She went to the bathroom, barefoot, carefully avoiding the shattered pieces of the mirror she broke. Though her were bleeding, she doesn’t feel the pain nor the soreness. She picked up the small strip of plastic that indicated a line, then another and another. She threw them all in the pink wastebasket underneath the lavatory. She turned on the shower and stepped into it, hoping that the water will rinse away the truth.

Heaven’s Hour

with Teacher Merly

with Teacher Merly

Blurry but super proud mom here!

Blurry but super proud mom here!

with the School Directress

with the School Directress

I was not what you would call an excellent student. It’s really embarrassing when my students ask me if I were some sort of an academic wonder child and I had to tell them ‘nope, I’m your average student who gets good grades most of the time’.

To my surprise and delight, it would seem that my daughter did not follow in my footsteps. Thank you, Lord! She got a “Potential Leader” award and the “First Honor” for the first quarter of this school year.

I really didn’t expect that first honor award. It was a wonderful surprise. All those times of making her study, creating reviewers for her and letting her discover things on her own, paid off. She did an awesome job. She still had a lot to learn but I’m blessed that my parents are ever supportive and her teachers are always looking out for her.

Yesterday, I could not help but feel pride when she got her certificates. She really did it all on her own.

I am still at awe of her. She’s amazing.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of Heaven.

Magic

So the story began like any other love story. Worlds apart, they somehow found a place to meet.
Right there in school, it was an ordinary day. She was crossing the hallway and he was simply walking by.
She slipped on something and he was right there beside her, breaking her fall.
She looked at him and he looked at her.
It was magic.

They were stuck on each other from that day on. Whenever he can, he would make up an excuse to see her. She does this as well.
It was a heavenly feeling. It was wonderful and thrilling. They could talk for hours and they could simply stare at each other and each one would totally get it. They hoped it would go on forever.

But nothing ever does last forever.

She soon found out that he has a girlfriend. It broke her heart.

Little by little, she started to create a wall in between them.
No more slow walks, witty chats, holding hands or staring at each other eyes. Soon, he began to think that she was mad at him.

He started to stay away from her as well.

It took every ounce of her willpower not to correct his doubts. However, reality bites and he still has a girlfriend.

One day, she was walking blindly around school and realized that she stopped where it all began. Slowly, tears began to fall from her eyes. She knew that a love like this could never come again.

She went to the rooftop of the school building. She could see herself falling from the building and feeling the pain slowly disappear as her blood seeps to the ground.

A hand jerked her from her reverie. She looked blankly at the boy she loves.
She could not believe her eyes. He was here. Always, he appears when she needed him the most.

He held out his hand and she happily held his.

So the story ended like any other love story. For a while, their love shone, blazing like a comet.
Its fiery brightness replaced by two broken bodies of the lovers.

A New Room

The goldfish swimming inside the fishbowl was as jittery as I am. After my father placed him inside, he kept on flittering here and there, moving about as if expecting something bad will happen to him. I share the same sentiments because the new house we moved in was huge and creepy. The old floorboards would creak at each step and the dust was everywhere. I dreaded this day of moving in. It was as if there’s no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again. Not only did I lose my mother, I lost a life where I was once happy and safe.

I placed my finger inside the fishbowl and immediately, the goldfish backed away from it. I slowly moved my finger closer and closer and the fish started to swim in panic. I removed my finger from the bowl and looked for the fish flakes I bought earlier.

I dropped some of it inside and the little guy swam to it without fear.

“Leila! Come up here and see your room!”

I ran towards my father’s voice and saw him with a big smile on his handsome face.

“My room? I have my own room?”

“I certainly think it’s time. I hope you’ll like it.”

I saw the prettiest room any eleven year old girl would dream of. There was a canopy bed with white curtains, fluffy white pillows with embroidered roses. To my right was a window that overlooked the city in all its bustling life. In a corner, a study table where horse figurines are perched on the shelf to inspire me. At the foot of the bed, a little sofa, should I have some friends over and on my left, my guitar resting near a closet where all my clothes are neatly hanged and pressed with my shoes lined up in a rack.

Suddenly, that fear of not liking the changes in my life was gone. I went to get the fishbowl and saw that the goldfish was now swimming in a relaxed manner. He was obviously happy with the food I gave. I dipped my finger once more in the bowl and this time, the fish went by swimming back and forth, ignoring my finger.

I placed the bowl near the windowsill and sat on my new bed. As the light reflected itself on the water, I thought of how beautiful this day was.

In Search of a Soulmate

He believes in soulmates. He looks deep into a person’s eyes and waits for that instant connection. He yearns of coming home.

They have been together for so long yet he acts as if waiting for someone to simply look at him and connect. One day, she knew that it can happen.

He feels it. Soon. He will find her and be loved.

She waits.

She tries to catch his attention by giving his hand a squeeze.

He looked at her with blank eyes.

She smiles and kisses him.

His lips were cool as a tear fell from her eye.