Rhythm of ..........

Humming the song in an incorrect rhythm soothes me to sleep somehow. ~ so let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink, put you on the bed when you had too much to drink, it could be so nice.......~

Rest in peace

When the death certificate lay silently in front of me, only then I realize I can't let go of it yet. Tears still rolling in my eyes. The name that I used to write on a teacher's card, now appear on the death certificate, why should life be that way? Life is always full of jokes, this sounds so sarcastic to me now.

Love, lost.

First time burst out of tears in front of students, I could hardly control my emotion. Why did I feel like the two-hours-tuition is crawling slowly? I thought I can see you again and so happy that I could be your colleague. Why is it so cruel that they took your life away in such a short notice? Teaching the students remind me how I was being taught by you. Tears rolled down, but facts remain. Forget not your care and guidance for me along the way. Thank you teacher.

Quickie

Weeks passed like seconds, it seems. No doubts, passion growing, stronger indeed. Thus, tougher heart needed, healthier body is a pre condition. I don't do countdowns for coming holiday, I don't complain when work load is as high, just for one reason, I love my job. Maybe some people should start doing some thinkings here.