Just Right for Sunset (full)

Holy Wednesday April 04 2012

I don’t know what got into me that I lighted the candle, prayed the rosary, and seeing that it was already 6pm I then prayed the Angelus. After praying I asked Papa where were the 4 kids, my tropa , and he said that they are in the port. So I brought my camera coz I know in a few minutes it will be sunset. When I reached the port the kids are not there, but then there’s the sunset. And here’s the picture I took that day.

 

 

At 6:05 PM

Sunset 1

Sunset 2
 

 

In just a few minutes life can change.



The sun disappears in the horizon

The original draft of this anecdote were written on a connected facebook wall. I directly wrote it then using my Samsung Galaxy Y phone, therefore I don’t have the draft for the said composition. Like what I have said on the first paragraph,  I really don’t know what got into me that day. The words I wrote, and of course it’s effect to the person to whom I wrote it. And he asked me a very difficult question, which at that time I really did not understand and shocked my senses.  But I did answer him, that if he thought that way, so be it. And so it does. And if the question can only be asked in the most simple way, the usual way, the answer is “Yes”. Not directly said but read between the lines, the answer is just right there and I know that he understood.

 

We haven't watched the sunset together, but most of our lives we have been looking at the same thing, in different time, on different horizons and on different vantage point. I thank God He gave me you. Deo Gratias!!!  

 

Bee Honest

May 27, 2011

Honesty is such a lonely word, everyone is so untrue.

It is actually a lyrics from a song titled “Honesty”. During those times then, my routine activity every morning I wake up is checking my FB profile. And of course checking the news feed. I was engaged then to my fiancé of 4 years. And seeing his comments had made me mad. Why? I knew him very well, and those comments he made was not like him. It was like seeing someone change right in front of your eyes.

September of the same year we broke up. And months after that, it was the only time I have noticed this college batchmate of mine. He posted this on his wall on the same date. He actually liked my one sentence wall post about honesty. Weird, isn’t it?

 

 

I asked Chona why would someone do it. And she said, “Ate, cheering squad, moral support.Nakikipag away ka eh.”

I am new then with the social networking site. Thus when I learned how it works, I imitated him. And indeed he is a good teacher. And I’ll ask now who started it all? Is it Him or Me? A twist of fate. Though it took me months, good thing I noticed, just right in time.



 

Hidden Treasures

"I am not the best person but perhaps God might had just given pity upon me that he had given few remarkable characteristics that no one had ever recognized except YOU." 
teof76  march 12, 2012 12AM PST

More than an Open (Love) Letter

Someone told me he prefers an open (love) letter. This is my blog, some of the entries here are love letters (sort of). I don’t know if he knows that this blog exists. This whole blog is not just a letter, rather an open book.



Writing is a talent I had perfected since I was in elementary days. My father was a seaman. But unlike other seaman who sees their work as a profession, my father did not see it that way. He viewed his work as a means to earn more. So he’ll work for 2 straight years abroad, saved some money. Returned here in the Philippines, invested that money to any business that he liked, which most of the time goes bankrupt (I don’t why) and then go back again for work abroad. His earnings were the one we used to finance our college education. My mother’s salary was not enough.



Mama urged as always to write letters. She told us that life abroad is difficult. So that when Papa was not that busy He had something to read; to remind him of home. So write we did. My youngest sister, on her letters, would even tell stories about her pet dogs and cats. My parent’s sacrifices had been the catalyst for us to strive more. We knew that education was our way out of poverty. We did not let our parents down. My father is now a retired seaman, my mother soon to be a retired government employee. And us their daughters are all employed and have our own careers. Our parents’ sacrifices had been our inspiration.




Only a few had the time to write now. There’s internet, and it had made our world smaller. Communicating with our love ones is a lot easier.

Why I prefer writing here? One reason, I could easily preview my work prior to publication. Blogspot is a writer’s world. And editing is easier. Unlike on facebook, once you posted it on the wall, you can no longer edit it.

Not all people have the maturity to accept that some will share their life on a blog like this. Only a few will prefer an open “love letter”. It’s like telling the whole world that if you had the talent why not express it. It’s useless if you just keep it. God gave it to you so better make use of it. I write not just to document the events of the day but also to share my ideas. My grandparents are good story tellers, some of those stories died with them. So if we don’t write it, publish and share our stories it’s totally pointless. Not all of us walk the same path. Our stories and experiences differ from each other.

I like him a lot, the one who prefers to live life openly.  It’s a sign of maturity, to accept life’s struggles. To admit to the whole world that one makes mistakes. He inspires me to write again and use that talent to inspire people. He had been a very good friend. I did not ask, but He came.Deo Gratias!

(I've edited some parts, the advantage of blogger.. april 30, 2012)