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.