Weather patterns change all the time. Just when you thought that the summer rays were bidding you to climb out of your shell and have fun, the heavy clouds roll over to your front gate. How unfortunate. Yes, indeed, people take the weather differently and i know one who, above all else, had endured the worst beating of raindrops and scathing scratches of the wind.

an angel's beautiful disaster[:

she was a beautiful flower
a sunflower, some might notice.
she stands and she stands,
never taking her roots of the ground.

everyday, she heavily drags her knees to school.
yet, her body's weightless.
and while seated in her improvised 'wheelchair',
the popular blue backless body in the classroom,
she never fails to remind herself that her daily purpose
was to let the pearls of wisdom fall out of her mouth .
she has succeeded.

this success is, in no doubt,
the purest success a teacher can entitle.
it is not stained by impurities
nor is it only temporary.
this success is the achievement of linking her gentle heart to ours
it is the beating of two hearts, merged.

though this flower has evolved into a rose,
a white rose,
in its subtlest form.
it's endless energy and vibrance
has left us with more than just a little memory box.
what lingers is a billboard of advertisements
prompting us of what is to come.

this teacher has passed on to us the most valuable lesson in life:
a lesson more important than fables,
a lesson more significant than moral ed,
this lesson is, in fact,
to value life.
and as always,
like how any hardworking teacher would normally do,
she assigned to us our final homework
and that is
to live for others.


thank you miss peh(:

in retrospect, i really thank God for lending us one of his angels and look, she'd beaten us to seeing him first! i will never forget what you'd told us during lesson time, to live for others and not solely for yourself. thank you for trying, albeit knowing that it was a hopeless cause, taking those murderous chemo pills. well, sad for us, happy for her, she is finally released from the gates of suffering. we love you.