Perspective II: Love

I am an unstable element, therefore I require another.
And that woman that I would love wholeheartedly is surely someone who would hold me with tenderness, with patience that love demands, one who would speak when words are needed, and who would share the silence with me when they are not. Simply, someone who would love me truthfully forever.

I have tripped in love, not one but many times. But my, oh why trip, and not fall? For having 'tripped' means having been displaced knowingly, and having 'fallen' means having been delved into a pool of immeasurable happiness, at every instance of a glance. But after all the tripping and skipping, have I finally fallen? The answer, I may not know anon, but soon then, I shall find my own.

What is love then?

Love is every butterfly in the stomach,
Every fluttering feeling,
Each tryst of eyes.

It is eternally delightful,
Even in sorrow and hardship;
Truthful, faithful, and enduring;
The spring after the winter,
And the illumination of one's then dark world.

Love is when cold hands,
Are warmed by true love.
All your moments together,
Become rockets to the moon.

Higher and better than,
Cloud nine and every other thing;
Love is when your eyes and hers,
Locked in the briefest moment,
Become enchantingly ravishing,
While jealous eyes follow.

The one I felt,
When tickles become something,
Your giggles become my heroin,
And when I knew that
There's someone out there for me,
and that someone's a Raspberry.
Love.

I Guess You Can Call Me Lucky - Teacher's Day

A decade of studying (and counting) might give you a question: what do I look for in a teacher? Do I want a teacher who is smart? wise? wise and smart? friendly? understanding? Of course! And I would want a teacher with all those qualities. Well, I could have won in a lottery. I could have gotten P500 load in a text that was sent accidentally. I could have had heterochromia iridum. But what I have never thought of is I could be this lucky. I have a teacher with all those things: her name is Louella Malimban, our "Ma'am Lucky".

I have been studying for quite a long time now in CNSHS, and I've had great teachers before, but I might never compare them to my current teacher in Analytic Geometry. A beautiful, smart, and a wise teacher, she was the one who convinced me that there will always be a teacher like Morrie for anyone. She never lets anyone not learn her lessons (and if anyone, after numerous times, still not understand a lesson, then it is not her problem anymore). She's very dedicated in her work, and she always knows what to answer to her students She never lets anyone not learn her lessons. She's always nice to everyone, understanding and very open-minded that it inspires me extremely to be like her. She's the perfect role model, that merely knowing her will inspire you to be like her. She can also be on the same wavelength as us students, and understand us in our troubles and everything. She gives the best advice according to the situation. I guess anyone will be satisfied with a teacher with those qualities, but that's just the cake and the icing, and here's the cherry on top: she's beautiful. See? It's so nice and fun to study when you have a teacher like her.

In all of my morning and first classes since my first year in CNSHS, I have never been more awake in discussions than in Analytic Geometry. I always loved discussions in AGeom. Even though it's a college-level subject being taught to us at third year high school, it's surprisingly understandable with Ma'am Lucky's way of teaching. Even under absurdly daunting circumstances, she gets the job done. Easily, the best teacher for me. 

Ma'am Lucky, in the happenstance that you are reading this, please know that I love you and your teaching, and you deserve the praises I gave. Thank you for always being the best for us hotheaded, quick-to-judge, pessimistic students. Thank you for everything. I will always remember you, and you will always have a place in my heart forever.