Verse 8

you were laying in subtle slumber
i was gazing at you in surreality
reminiscing and and hoping at the same time...
engulfing the present

---Waking Up with You---

Mum

I'm simply speechless... :)

Verse 7

Anticipated.
Filled with anxiety and excitement.
It made me float like oil on water.
We smiled when it was over.



-----Breaking her Celibacy-----

Verse 6

Tiny bursts of pain...
Nano second interval
Rising from the bottom-up,
Hurting like hot metal on dry skin.


---Friday the 13th Heartburn!---

Memoirs of a professional bum

One evening, I walked the streets of downtown Dumsville in my So shirt, my made in China checkered shorts and Old Navy flip flops. I walked at a leisurely pace since the roads and sidewalks were almost deserted and I really wasn't in a hurry cause it was just another trip to the drugstore to buy more meds for my cough that refused to disappear.

While I waited for my turn at the drugstore,and stared blankly at a bottle of Skin White lotion in the glass case, I thought I heard someone calling me, not by my name though...it sounded distant, but i heard it. When i looked to my right, a familiar face was smiling at me, but it took me a while to figure out who's face it was. Then i remembered that it belonged to one of my former students, Mr. Abordo if I remember correctly (Hey I used to check attendance, hence the last name basis). It was his voice that i heard, and I did hear him right when i thought he said "Good evening Ma'am, ga teach pa ka? (are you still teaching)". Then i replied with a smile "No, something came up". With that, the reminder that he wasn't the first person to have asked me that question, slapped me in the face. My other ex-students, other students who haven't even been my students, and friends and colleagues have asked the same freaking question. And it hurt that i always gave them the same answer- NO.

It hurt because I missed the thing that I love doing. I mean, I have always been comfortable being in the classroom as a student, but even more when I stood in front of the college kids who , I guess, found it barely believable that I could actually be a teacher! lol! Even my superior used to kid around if my students actually listened to me! But they did (I think), and I missed it..so much. I knew where I belonged--in the academe. Being somewhere else wouldn't be as satisfying. But that had to wait.

Finally the pharmacy clerk handed me my meds, and I had to bid goodbye to Mr. Abordo. I turned my back at him and started to walk back to my house with the thought that I might have said goodbye to my ex-student, but I'm not saying goodbye to teaching. I will be gracing the classroom again. I don't know when, or which institution, but i will.