A Piece of Candy: A Piece of Inspiration

Monday | Sept 5, 2011

    It started around 1.30pm when I started to feel some pain in my stomach. It felt like my insides are melting. My org was having an inter-school event so I gave it enough time to see if it would stop. But it didn't, so I decided to go home. I started feeling weak when I got aboard a Katipunan jeep. I walked like I was drunk towards the station, swerving a magnitude of crowd. It was in the station when I decided to go to the comfort room and barfed. I wanted to barf more but I knew I needed to go home. I got aboard the train and suddenly my vision got so bright. It go to the point where everything was white. I thought I was about to faint, and maybe my parents would just know where I am after watching the daily news (I know, I often exaggerate things). Fortunately, I didn't. I heard a voice, of a woman whose age was around 40-50. He called me "boy!" I tried to look for where she was. Then my vision regained focus to a woman sitting near me. "Nahihilo ka boy, upo ka" she said along with her hand, signalling me to sit down. So I did. I sat down against the pole. She gave me candy. Then I started to regain my vision. Still, I feel cold. After that, I thanked her even though I knew that a simple "thank you" would not be enough to repay her. She finally said "Ingat ka ah." I got off the train and rode a jeep going home with my stomach pain worsening. I got home safely, and my parents rushed me to the hospital.

    If that kind lady wasn't even there, I don't know what could have happened. Would I faint? Would someone be good-hearted enough to bring me to a hospital? I don't know. All I know is that I am so thankful that she's there. I won't forget what she has done for me. That simple candy means a lot, and did good to me a lot. And I know God really loves us. In His own simple ways, He's always ready to give a helping hand.

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Danica's Diary 1.01

I walk in a straight path of pavement going to this yellow-coated, one-storey establishment infamously known as the Shopping Center. With every step I made, I thought about the things I needed to do in there. I thought about how I would do it in just one go. I didn’t want myself to look lost, stopping by every kiosk I pass by. In everything I would do, I just needed to be poised. Everything I needed to buy, every stall I need to go to must be all organized in my head. They just need to.

I walked in to the grocery area, feeling a little “medieval” atmosphere caused by the pale fading walls. I couldn’t help but notice how old-looking the place was. It might have been older than me. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I just went there to ask for some prices, and I did it fast, way before I got myself intrigued by the whole place to insult the whole thing. It would just be a waste of time.

As I walk out of the door, I brushed my hair and my shoulders and went on to the next stall I’m headed for.  Alas, everything else I needed was there: the lanyards, ballers, and keychains. A lady wearing a white unattractive shirt stands behind the counter with her elbows sitting on the surface and her chin, on her palms. She looked at me with a weird, tired face. Her pale makeup, her straight face, and her soon-to-close eyes just gave me the creeps. I just smiled. She didn’t. 

“Ate, magkano sa mga lanyards nyo?” I asked.

“120”

“Eh sa ballers?”

“35,” I noticed her voice didn’t change a pitch. Was she a robot? O.o I just nodded.

I wasn’t sure what lanyard design to buy, so I asked her “Ate pwede bang picturan kasi –“

“oo,”  I wasn’t even finished yet. And again, *robot voice*. Yikes. Her rushed eye shadow didn’t help either. So what the heck, I took pictures.

With everything I needed with me, I took off. I took off to some place better, to purgatory. BLEEEEH, I just went back to our lounge. At least there would be no robot voices there.

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