A CALL FOR SUPPORT

The humid morning air embraces your tired yet conditioned body as you walk tensed towards the venue of the examinations you have been preparing for.

Your brain, preoccupied with a couple of thoughts, perhaps of doubts and hopes on what might transpire at day end, is continuously refreshed. Silent prayers are uttered sincerely to God so His grace is bestowed upon you and upon your friends who share the same hope you strongly keep.

And then you see others, with faces older and more yuppie than how you look like. Suddenly, you realized, they are there for a purpose unlike your’s. They are there to support friends and schoolmates who, just like you, are there to stage a fight that would change their lives. You realized their school banners cheer spirits; Their words uplift souls.

Then you look beside you; none was there. No older schoolmates, no teachers, no banners.

Certainly, you have felt the same way when it was our time to take the CPA Board Examinations. And more certainly, you wished you received the same encouragement at the time you most needed it.

Now, we can do something. The CPA board exam is approaching. Let’s uplift spirit, boost confidence, and let our co-alumni feel they are supported.

If we can, let's provide meals for our examinees during the day of the examinations. And prior to the exams, maybe we could also meet them for some tips and a one-on-one tutorial (WE CAN CAPITALIZE OUR BOARD EXAM TOPNOTCHERS AND EXCELLENT PERFORMERS TO TUTOR THE EXAMINEES :) )

We can contribute any amount to raise fund to defray all the expenses related to this. I believe SISIW na yan sa atin ngayon.

It's about time we pay back TIP for all the discounts and scholarship grants we enjoyed in college.

What do you think?

The "When's" and "Why's" of my writings

For varied reasons, people consider literature as a reflection of one’s soul; a mirror where we all look at to see the often ignored things about realities of life.

For varied reasons also, people take literature as an extreme expression of emotions which includes but is never limited to love, hatred, fear, sympathy, melancholy, happiness, frustration, as well as lust and fantasy that we are often afraid to disclose.

It is through literature that we come to wholly face ourselves and our every giants without any reservation. In its chambers, we celebrate victory and accept our defeat; we become the masters and slaves of every writer’s insane mind; we get to believe in fairies and dinosaurs and fear worms and trees like a mad child begging for his milk bottle at the darkest of nights.

Literature has no bounds at all. It trespasses all lairs of serenity as well as those of chaos and incongruency. And once it succeeds in conquering a world, it will all depend on how the curse or perhaps a blessing is being handled– a true blessing when enriched but a curse when ignored.

When I’m lonely, I write

If there’s something in this world that could kill me instantly (people who keep grudges on me are happy to know this I suppose), that would probably be loneliness – a helpless feeling, I believe.

It is loneliness that makes me feel I worth nothing in this world, that I should not exist because people I value do not really co-exist with me.

At times like this, I write about my hopes, my fantasies, and my delusions to review the reasons why I must endure.

When I’m happy, I write

Gladness would probably boost one’s desire to write. If there’s a simplest reason why a lot of writers exist, that would probably be because there are a lot happy people as much as the number of happy thoughts present in this world.

Personally, I write when I’m happy to share my happiness to others, to remind those who are in despair of that the day’s darkest moment ends when you come to see the light. And that light becomes known to man only when he opens his eyes and sees things beneath the surfaces.

When I’m sad, I write

When I feel like crying, I believe writing is a good shoulder to cry on. It is a good confidante, a good place to rest my grief. It may not provide you answers for your questions, but it provides ways to find relief.

When I’m in love I write

I believe love is mostly the reason why a lot of people become writers. It is because love is so powerful that it urges man to talk about cupid’s magnificent works most of the times.

I started writing love passages, which then became a poem, then became essays until it becomes love and tragedy, and of course, unconventional love in human race.

I write to tell the world that I’m human, vulnerable of love’s hurtings and joys.

When I’m afraid, I write

I’m a coward. I fear a lot of things; frog, snakes, darkness, my girlfriend’s dad and brothers, and of course death. But my fears settle when I write it down. In my world, I create armors that are precisely able to protect me from all these fears.

When no one listens, I write

In this world where everyone keeps on telling a story, oftentimes I get ignored. So when I feel that no one listens, I write my stories and let the space comprehend everything that I want the people to know. I believe the air is never self-centered, it keep-tells every story you shared. Thus, every wind breeze, if you just listen, brings about a story, a story of someone who have been refused of being heard.

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There are a lot more reasons why I write. And these are just among the very obvious part of why I'm writing. I hope you too could find your own.

Just a simple note about my experience in finding these reasons, I have endured mockery, suppression as well as depression as I fulfill my duties as a keeper of literary-inclined heart. But I believe all those are just part of it. All you need to do is endure and be bolder each time you stand. Only then you can say, every letter you put to make a sentence is an important part of a story, and that story is something everyone will never shun to read.

(photos from google)