The Chandelier

He looks intimidating, especially for ordinary human; but failing to notice or to realize his primary role is one great lost...

Like a chandelier, one will be hesitant to touch or even go near him. His sophisticated look gave this impression. Only rich people have the guts to surround him.

But at a second thought..., who give birth in this kind of view? The chandelier can't. He was made never by his order but of his master; his design corresponds to his purpose that is often neglected by our eyes. Even the affluent haven't known this. So, let me share to you my story with a chandelier.

Like you, I took a step back when I first saw him. I know he's a beautiful. In fact, too beautiful that I was contented looking at him. But as the hands of the clock made several cycles, I notice a whirl of dust in one of his bulb. It's disturbing...
With angst, I try to move my right foot forward, then my left, and then my right again then my left, till I reached him. His light glows brighter as I went closer at him. I slowly extend my arm to take off the dust. My hand was about to leave his crown, when my eyes glance at his engineering. I've seen his crystal-like bulbs composing his elegant whole. I also have that in my place. Much simpler but of the same engineering. I took my steps back again. But this time, not because of the discomfort, but to get a cloth to wipe him...

From then on, I'm glad checking on him. As time passes by, he is becoming more valuable to me. Now I know why chandelier is such a precious thing for whoever owns it, and respected by the people who sees it. Not only because of its beauty, but of its main purpose... To illuminate one's life-mind and heart, every day; especially in their darkest hour, during the night. Like how he lightens my restricted knowledge.

That's the story of a chandelier...Sophisticated, he may appear, but his genuine intention is to bring light to people around him.

I write because...

I always feel occupied with things regarding school.
At times, when I don't have anything to do, I seek one to be busy with. Then you'll find me writing.

I write because I want to make use of my pen, my paper, my mind and my heart. It's a way of my being human: putting my living into life, communicating and most especially giving my heart.

Writing is not to show how rich your vocabularies are, rather it reflects how come you've become in life's experiences. Simple words are always better than grandiose, for they clearly covers the reality of life's simplicity which never become an alien nation for the readers.

I write, most of the time, what I feel. An emotional height marks the scription of my pen. I write to account for that particular experience carrying a significant emotion I've felt. They would serve as my baseline, where I can find the lessons on whether I should do it again or not, what happened that can help me decide, and make realizations. They would always be there to remind me.

I write because it composes me whenever I'm broken. It gathers my pieces back and give a new touch; a new line to be read.

I write for it absorbs my burden and turns into worth reading sentences. It radiates and heal me, empower me, keep me alive and fighting.

Fishball at Coke

Sa patutungkulan:

Sa hirap ng buhay ngayon, ano nga ba ang uso?
Pero sa takbo ng buhay ngayon, masasabi kong di ako ganoong napepressure...

Dahil ito na ang uso ngayon.
Kung may fishball at coke, pwede ka namang mabuhay nang walang ginagambala o kinakailangang makasama.

Hindi naman sa madamot ka o suplada. May mga bagay lang na mailap sa'yo o 'di para sa'yo ngayon. Bakit ka naman namomoblema, kung laganap pa din ang fishball at coke. Marami ka pa ring kapareho. Anong masama sa fishball at coke, nariyan naman ang iyong mga kaibigan na ganyan din ang kalakaran, at dumarami pa nga kayo.

Sa panahon ngayon, hindi na problema yan, pwede ka naman maging self-supporting, lalo na ngayong estudyante ka pa.

Kung hindi ka pa din kumbinsido, tignan mo na lang yang minemeryenda mo: Hindi pa nararanasang magmahal ng Fishball, samantalang zero naman ang sa coke o di kaya solo sa LOVE.

Ito ang uso ngayon, laganap sa text. Di mo maintindihan kung pampalubag-loob o paglalabas ng kapaitan.

PS:
Naalala ko lang, sabi ng titser ko nung highschool, kung anu daw ang kinakain mo, yun daw ang makikita sa'yo. Halimbawa, mahilig ka sa chicherya, maninilaw ka daw. Naisip ko pa nga noong ugaling uminom ng gatas, para pumusyaw ako. E kung coke at fishball ang meryenda mo, doble talab ba? Naku, napepressure ka na naman. Ayos nga lang yan, uso nga.

Basta ang alam ko, nasa tabi pa din ng fishball ang tig5 piso samalamig- may kakulay ng coke , pero mabango at may makukulay na sago at gulaman.

Behind Asyumera

You see things in pink
Just to later be blind at them.

You are blushing at the surface,
but tend to be pale at deep.

You greet hello, only to say goodbye,
You give full colors, while remaining in black and white.

You choose to be loud to safeguard the whisper-
give things a light touch to which are of heavy load.

You signal it's just a joke
which surely fool, but your own.

You smile at wide.
But at a turn, you drop at large.

You claim to be Asyumera,
Why rather be an own defender?

When you want to win the battle,
You take the shield and hold back instead.

You keep on saying you're waiting for the time,
Just to be seen running from it.

Now, you write to save the feeling you choose to leave,
Then tomorrow, you'll read and relive by it.

You assume at extremes,
Even exceeding up to his'.
The extremities of your thoughts and feelings
Only lead to the complexities:

Being the self-acclaimed Asyumera,
Only takes being the great Tanggera.

graduation

When he’s gone, I was left undone.

It’s closely to the end of March. Schools are marching towards their vacation. My sophomore days are about to end. So this night, I have begun fixing my things. I first attended my closet for my clothes. As I carry a pile of them, out to my bed, some got out from my embrace and fell to the floor. I was on picking up the fallen garments, when my eyes and hands met in stature, and the rest of my body becomes stiff. A white gown lay down from my hold, with its cap that fell off to my feet.

That piece best suited for the special occasion any students are looking forward to attend...

The Graduation- a ceremony marking the fulfillment of one student. I had already been there and used those thrice, but all were just arranged. And I will not be experiencing it real by any chance. Not by the nearest time… not anymore.

I first wore it when I was six, then when I turned twelve and then sixteen. But the latest was really a great fool on me. I had it, but was merely hanging and floating upon my body. But what hurt me most, was the shouting impossibility in two years time. Because I won’t, by anyhow will have a graduation.

I lost my hold on the gown and slowly my hands on it had rested on the floor. Tears drawn into my cheeks as I remember the night that I was left undone…

No light could enter into the room. Moist were surrounding the whole. I could hear dropping sounds that had reached my feet as the flowing passed by. Then I hear someone’s sobbing from the corner. As my hands searched for it, I found my cloth in tatters. As they moved up to my face, they get wet… I found myself crying in the corner of this dark and hot room. The next thing, my body was showered with its own blood; my blood that had escaped from me. No one was there, because he’s already gone. And I..., was left undone.

I had been in three graduations already, but all were bogus. He came like a stranger fearing me on my first graduation. I didn’t know him and scared to be with him. But my mother said, I need to be with him, because we were opt to be together since I was born. As days passed by, we became friends.

There were times he would leave the house for several days or even months for work. And whenever he came home, he always got something for me. He had a work when I had my second graduation. I was twelve then, he promised to come but still seemed to fail. He came, but when all was already done. He failed to see me up in the stage and hear my speech I was dedicating for him. But I had forgiven him fast. He made me a promise to be there in my next graduations and witness the whole ceremony. Our following days worked as though no disappointments happened. Until that night occurred. He broke my trust and shattered me, then left me at one corner of my room, undone. My third graduation, of course he never showed up. I had it, but it was just a front.

I am back fixing my clothes. The gown and the cap were set aside. I would only be waiting for two years to take my march before finally living school. But because of what had happened that night, I will never have my graduation. And never had a graduation in my entire life.

Two months from this vacation, I am on my third year. Exactly two years, I will take a march with my mother and my sister. I am on the ceremony, but wouldn’t be graduating. It will just be an act. I was just fooling myself that I had fulfilled the requirements, but not. Because he’s not there, and I am still missing him though he break me and my trust.

I could never be graduating because I could never have him back. And so I would never be fulfilled, for that night, my father left me and since my life then is undone. And so, graduation on missing him is not meant for me.

Para sa aking kaibigan na naroroon....

THERE



Hi there!,
I hope you're fine,
we'll be as well, don't mind
I know, this' goodness to define;

I remember, after my challenge,
You came by to stay.
There, always at my side,
You pick me up and guide.

There, since then, I see life that I hadn't
You're actually a pro, but are willing to go back
for someone, you turned to somebody,
Then keep me as your buddy.


Tough things came along,
But together we sing the song.
To hit the tune,
We just continue to dream on.

There with my dreams,
your faith believes in my hands;
your sight to my whole;
you simply become my inspiration.

Behind my first step,
there at my back
I see you running,
assuring that I'll keep going.

There, I totally feel you're a blessing
My tears began flowing,
I never imagine
That one day you'll be There, while I am here.

Now, There is you're home with Him,
I hope you'll hear:
Wayback then and towards there,
You are and will always be here
Part of my breath, I love you and will miss you my Friend.

tikatik

Sa mga nakaraang araw, bagamat mahirap, ako'y may natutunan;
Ako'y may nahanap upang tuluyang muling maging akin.

Panahon...

Simpleng salita at tila madaling bigyan ng kahulugan
Ngunit ang katututuran ay iba na namang usapan.


Maraming nawawala at nararamdaman kahit sa kaiklian nito.
Kapag nalimutan mong sulyapan, di mamamalayang wala na ito.

Pagsisisi ang aking hinagkan nung ako'y nagkamalay kailan lang,
Aking kaibiga'y lumisan na pala at ako'y luhaan.

Ngunit panahon ay nagtuturo nang di basta basta,
ngayon alam ko na kung paano magpahalaga.

Kanina,muli kaming bumalik ng aking mga kaibigan,
Sa dati naming puntahan

Ngayon ako'y ganado na magpatuloy upang panaho'y di lumayo;
At sa bawat tikatik ng orasan, gagamitin ko ito nang may pagmamahal.