Ang swerte ng mga tao noon kasi nakita, nakasalamuha, nahawakan, narinig, napagaling at nasaksihan nila ang Kadakilaan ni Jesus Christ.
My owner bought me at a supermarket. I was on sale because the newly made ones are on their way. My new owner´s house was cozy, she doesn´t have any children. She lives with her husband and I heard they really like having one of those candlelit dinners. I am standing still at their dinner table for about two weeks now. Their dinner table is quite nice, I am surrounded by a fresh basket of fruits and a fancy vase filled with pulchritudinous flowers. My owner really likes flowers.
It was a stormy Sunday and my owner´s husband isn´t home yet. She was sitting at the dinner table, trying to call her husband.
“Okay, be safe honey.” She said, before she hung up.
“Looks like the power will be out any minute now” she said while looking at me.
I was beyond nervous. I knew this would happen but I´m not ready yet. After hours of hoping that the power wouldn´t be out, it did. My owner had already prepared a match and as soon as the power went out, she already chafed the match then lit me.
I was happy and sad.
I always knew it would end like this. This is my job after all; to give light to others and to sacrifice my existences. I am sad to leave but then part of me feels happy, I mean, it´s a pretty dark place and I am the one who provides light.
i. I sat by the window at our favorite table in our favorite coffee shop. I was drinking my usual when a couple entered and went straight to the counter to order. As they find their way to a table and sat down, just snuggling and giggling, I remembered something. I remembered that we used to be like that. And that was something I want.
ii. I saw in them what we used to have; those staring contests that we have where I suck at because I always get lost whenever I stare into your beautiful brown eyes, those moments wherein we talk about other people guessing what were they thinking at the moment., those times where I would just steal your hand and hold on to it, simply because I want to touch you. To touch you, in its most innocent meaning.
iii. But then everything changed. One sunless winter day, you just became cold and told me that what we had wasn’t going to work out. I let you go, and we moved on. After a couple of years, news around town was that you were getting married. And just as the fates would have it, as I was walking in the rain, I saw you and your fiancé hanging out at the same coffee shop, in the exact same spot where we would sit and you were doing things which used to be ours. I wanted to talk to you, but then I saw that you were happy. I saw that when you looked at him, your eyes would just light up like you were the happiest woman in the world. And I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I want my final memory of you to be happy. And I was happy that you were happy with him.
iv. I want that. What you and your fiancé have. What I thought, for at least a second, you and I had. What I know that random couple in the coffee shop has. I want that. I really do. And maybe it’s not yet my time, and I’m willing to wait. I’m willing to wait for that someone who’d make me smile for no apparent reason. I’m willing to wait for that someone whom I can share anything with. I’m willing to wait for that someone who would make me feel the way you did.
(— V (What I Should Have Told You That Night))
Iba’t ibang uri ng kaibigan.
War freak. Away dito away doon, every week paiba iba ng kaaway. Kung may subject na trashtalk, siguro 99 na ang grade nito. Wala siyang kinakatakutan at palaban, sugod kung sigod wala siyang pake. Advantage ng may kaibigan na ganito? Kung may umaway sayo, sa kanya ka hihingi ng tulong nagkwekwento ka palang siguro papasugod na siya.
Nerd. Wala ng ibang ginawa kundi mag-aral, gumawa ng project oh assignment, palaging nakataas ang kamay sa klase, paborito ng teacher at of course number one source pag meron assignment. Siya rin taga gawa ng project at taga tutor pero kung tinuruan ka nga niya pero wala namang pumasok eh, teamwork na ito.
Maarte. Kaibigan mong maarte. Dapat kailangang naka make up everyday. Ayaw sa araw, palang may sanitizer oh wipes sa bag. Pag may gala kailangang payungan kasi “maiiritate ang skin niya” Advantage ng kaibigang ganito? May source na ng sanitizer or wipes kung madumihan, kung sobrang init na pwedeng makipayong, may paghihingian ng pulbo etc.
Rich kid. Libre dito, libre doon. Sagot daw niya kakabigay lang kasi gn allowance eh. Sakanya na daw lahat pili ka lang. Magandang tambayan bahay nila kasi malaki, most of the time wala mga magulang niya at syempre dito sa Pinas mainit, paboritong tambayan ang bahay nila kasi may aircon. Advantage ng ganitong kaibigan? May paguutangan kung sobrang gipit ka na.
Hyper. Yung kaibigang handang gawin ang kung anong kabaliwan para mapasaya lang ang barkada. Most of the time siya yung nakakaisip ng mga magagandang trip lalo na kung bored kayo. Siya yung taga organize ng susunod na lakad kasi nauumay na siya sa bahay nila.
KayeJaye. Goody twos shoes ng barkada. Ganda ng trip siya yung pipigil. Baka daw masaktan kami or something. Eto yung sobrang strict ng parents at every minute tinatawagan siya para lang makasigurado na ayos lang siya. Commonly mga unico ijo oh unica ija. Mga pinakaiingatang possesion ng pamilya. Siya rin yung may alam sa karamihan ng mga pamahiin at pipigilan halos lahat ng trip kasi labag daw sa ganito ganyan may mangyayaring ganito ganyan. Advantage, most of the time tama siya, at hindi ba ang ganda sa kalooban na may taong concern sayo?
Madami pang uri ng kaibigan. Sila yung mga taong mapagkakatiwalaan mo at kasama mo sa lahat ng bagay. Sila yung magtatangol sayo, magpapatawa sayo, mag aalaga sayo, sila yung concern sayo, sila yung taong hindi ka papabayaan kailanman. Lahat ng tao pwede mong maging kaibigan pero magingat ka sa pagpili ng kakaibiganin, sa panahon ngayon may mga taong ipupunta ka sa maling daan oh kaya mga plastic na naglutangan.
God has a purpose why you’re in that situation.
Wag mong sisihin ang Panginoon kung bakit ka nahihirapan sa buhay ngayon, kung bakit mo nararanasan ang mga madidilim na gabi at ang hindi inaasahang pangyayari. Lahat ng bagay ay may dahilan. Wag mong talikuran ang Panginoon nang dahil sa problemang dinaranas mo. Bagkus ay humarap sa kanya at maniwala sa kabila ng lahat ng nangyayari. Habang lumalakas ang bagyo, mas lalo mong higpitan ang kapit sa Kanya at mas palakasin ang iyong paniniwala.
You knew it all along. You knew that I love you all this time, but the sad truth is you choose to break my heart than appreciate my love.
It was a blustery day.
I sat at my bed for a couple of minutes until I decided to get out of the house to at least enjoy the fine weather outside. I wandered through the main street then I finally sat down on a bench near the library. I was kind of hesitant to come inside the library because it´s pretty crowded and I have never been inside our neighborhood´s library before.
After a couple of minutes of thinking, I decided to come in the library for the very first time. The scent of books touched my nostrils. It smelled of decaying papers and old leather covers. When I got in, the librarian smiled at me then mouthed a hello. I half-smiled upon seeing the sign that says “new arrivals” hanging on the very first shelf. There were a number of people examining the shelf of the newly arrived books, some are perusing the covers and some are looking through the crisp pages of the books.
Some of the books were donated and some were directly bought by the library´s staff (or whatever they are called). On those second hand books, you can really tell how the previous owner of one book has taken care of his treasure. Some of the books were really loved, others are neglected.
I decided to take a sit in the farthest chair beside the last row of books inside. I attentively studied the people around me. There´s this girl sitting on the floor between shelves with her laptop, she was typing so fast and I could hear the fast clicking of her keyboard. I wonder what is she writing, I wonder if what she´s writing is making any sense or if she´s just ranting out her feelings. I turned my head to the east then I saw a couple holding hands, I don´t know if they were studying or just snuggling inside the library. When I turned to the west, I saw a boy wearing his enormous set of headphones, he´s probably hanging in the library because his friends were there, not because he´s interested or anything.
Upon studying the people around me, I noticed a girl sitting at the floor, beside the fourth shelf. She´s wearing a baggy sweater and a pair of faded jeans with her very thick eyeglasses. She seemed so interested in the book she´s holding, she´s probably reading those since last night.
I decided to look along the books; I saw a dusty blue book with a cyan jacket. As soon as I touched that old blue book, I knew it had been loved. I pulled it from the shelf and I opened it, the musty smell of grandma´s room had cling onto my memory again, it was comforting. The whole scenery was comforting.
i’m still awake, like always
unsurprisingly, you’re in my mind
i just want to go to sleep
but i’m afraid that i’ll forget you in my dreams
and i don’t want to spend another second
It was a Saturday night, around 20:00 and I was walking down the streets of the city of Amsterdam. I really don´t know why was I outside that night, I mean, I only went out my apartment if it was because of school or for a cup of coffee. Usually, around 20:00, I´m sitting at my old study table, reading a book or scrolling through my blog. So I guess that one Saturday night was a little different. I finally decided to take in some fresh air.
I felt thirsty after almost an hour of walking so I walked inside a coffee shop. I went straight to the counter and ordered a cup of Hazelnut Macchiato. The barmaid told me to wait for a couple of minutes; she also suggested that I should try to look for a table because sooner or later, the coffee shop will be packed with customers. I really didn´t want to move or anything so I just stood beside the counter.
“Ma´am?” the barmaid said. My coffee was ready so I collected my cup from the counter and I noticed the barmaid staring at me, I mouthed a thank you.
I sat at the nearest table from the counter then placed my cup gently on the table. After I got comfortable with my seat, I took a sip of my coffee. It was achingly hot, almost impossible to drink, so I let my coffee cool down a bit. I realized that I brought my purse with me; it was clinging on my wrist. There were three things in there: cash, gloss and a box of unopened cigarette. I zipped my purse and let it clung into my wrist. I looked around then I finally read a “no smoking” sign hanging near the door. I collected my things then went outside so I could smoke.
It was pretty crowded outside, maybe because it was the only place allotted for smokers. I stood at the corner, still holding the cup of Hazelnut Macchiato I just bought until a guy wearing a blue plaid shirt spoke.
“Sit, if you don´t mind because I don´t.” He was staring at me attentively. His eyes were blue, his hair was mahogany and he´s posture was bad. I really don´t know him but it´s the opposite of what I´m feeling. I really feel like I already know a lot about this guy.
Without any word of gratitude, I sat down in the chair opposite his. I drank my coffee while observing him, his features and everything. I noticed he was holding a stick of cigarette. He´s really handsome, something about him makes me question a lot of things. I dismissed the thought immediately. I almost forgot about my unopened box of cigarette. I finished my coffee then I cleared my throat.
“Could you please light my cigarette?” I murmured, not sure if he heard what I said.
“No, sorry but I don´t smoke.” He said.
I was so confused I decided not to say a single word again. I thought he was playing with me. How could he “not smoke” if he´s clearly holding a stick of cigarette, who´s he kidding, I thought.
I was tapping my stick of unlit cigarette in the table. I noticed he was looking at me so I rolled my eyes and frowned. I saw him smile then he took a sip of his coffee, I can see he ordered something with ice. After a couple of minutes of sitting there, he finally decided to say something, he forced a cough.
“It´s a metaphor” he whispered.
“I said it´s a metaphor, you see, I never lit a single stick of cigarette, you see —“before he could finish his speech, a girl wearing a blue-green dress approached him. The girl was beautiful, green eyes, short hair, just perfect. The guy in blue stood up to hug her.
“Ready?” the girl asked.
“Always” He said.
I was frozen in my seat; my eyes were glued to them. I can´t believe what I´m seeing, it’s like I´m dreaming. They had probably noticed my weird reaction so they both looked at each other.
“OKAY?” they both said.
“Oh—Okay” I replied
They walked together then the girl in the dress turned her head to check on me. I smiled at her and I mouthed a good night.
After several minutes of sitting there, staring at my unlit cigarette, holding the empty cup of coffee, I smiled.
“Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace Lancaster” I whispered.
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