Wednesday, July 30, 2014

It's so hard magtula

Anyways, I survived, and I might get a translation of this for English-reading followers (as if I had any xD). My friends and classmates/ex-classmates/hoping-soon-to-be-classmates-again over Facebook were my source of help during this time, so shoutout to Eunice, Misha, Pristine and Iolo (why Anton :c)!! I related to them how it was pretty hard magtula in Tagalog because I've lived for 3 years away from homeland. And of course they asked me to come back soon. 
And also Dad!!!! Thanks Dad!
While writing, I facepalmed a lot because it sounded like a Yeng Constantino song or something

Kalayaan | tula ni Samantha Adalia

Tumatakbo kami sa mga sidewalk
Maingay sa taas ng overpass,
Maingay rin samin dito sa baba.
Tumatawa kami, mga kamay nagsisipagaspasan

At nagsisigaw,

Mga kabataan walang pahinga
Pupuntahan namin sila,
Kukunin ang kamay, tutulungan tumindig
Para sumama silang tumakbo saamin

At sumigaw,

Aming isasauli sa kanilang orihinal na kisig
Ang mga pinanday ng kahirapan;
Bibigyan namin ng isang bagay
Na mas maganda, mas masarap sa kayamanan

Ang sigaw ng,

Hahabulin, pagdadasalan at yayakapin
Mga kababayang nahuli ng sala
Malaki man sila o maliit,
Kababayan parin namin sila;

Ipaparinig ang sigaw ng,

Ang Diyos ang kalayaan namin
Siya ang lakas sa aming paa
Tapang kaharap ng katwiran
Kapangyarian sa aming boses

Dahil kami ay mahina,
Basag ang tinig at diwa.

Pero alam namin,

Nagsisimulang tumagumpay ang ilaw
Galing sa mga biyak.

Tuwing ito ay matutupad,
Lahat kami ay magsisigaw,

Thursday, July 24, 2014

This Night's World Crisis

This comes from my small journal. I am sorry if this induces negative stirrings in you. But we all believe in something, and this is what I believed last night.

the boy and the kalashnikov

Tonight hundreds and thousands of Dutch people gather in the streets of Hilversum, awaiting the bodies of the fallen from the MH17 plane crash. There is silence… Then a few start to applaud when they hear the word of mouth that the hearses are soon going to pass by them. Some choose to still remain silent. Some choose to throw flowers on the road and to the cars as they zip by.

Unified voices and music from the choir and stringed instruments resound on the white walls and people sitting on the pews of Sint Joris, Amersfoort. Some sit in silence, looking straight into the big, intricate windows that lets white sunlight in. Some are on their knees praying. Some have their faces in their hands, tears collecting on their palms and dripping away, slowly. Different men and women of God climb to the lectern and encourage him who has ears, let him hear.

It is happy, and it is sad, to realise that most of times all the people in the world are united because of the death of someone. At first those who have been their brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers or friends of those who were lost grieved - because after all, they loved them with all of their hearts. Then more people see them grieving. It then spreads like a virus, when we realise we are capable of feeling how they feel, imagining that we are also placed in their situation.

But what about those people who have lost their feeling? What about the pro Russian rebels who shot down the Boeing 777 jet thinking it was an enemy plane? They have lost their feeling.
What about those we called heartless, who plundered the remains of the people who had crashed? They did not show the deceased respect, and we have the anger of a thousand mighty whirlwinds about that. They have forgotten the very principles of what humanity stands for. Oh, God help us, they have also lost their feeling. Yet the people stand in Moscow, standing in for them, begging on their knees, "Forgive us."

In a way, the people we see as antagonists have also died. The people on the streets of Hilversum and on the church at Amersfoort have also died a little. And as I am human, I will mourn all of the dead.

"When will we stop all this? When will we stop looking for solutions that have no truth in them? When will we rise up again and accept that there is only one way to rise, one way to be resurrected, one way to be good again? When will we stop using human lives as a currency? When will we start to feel again, will we feel seeing that Rizpah had climbed the hill, put on sackcloth, chased the birds away from her dead children till the rain poured down? When will we love our neighbour as ourselves? When will we have peace? When will we all know that the only peace there is is in Jesus Christ, the author of it?"

Monday, July 14, 2014


I am in a deep, dark Writing Hole, and it seems that I can't do much about projects I have to do.

So here, have a snippet from one of my school books and some photographs I took for it:

"Have you ever looked into a kaleidoscope? It is amazing how just a few coloured cut-out pieces of paper can turn into beautiful shapes and designs inside a cylinder with a mirror at the end. We can compare ourselves with these pieces of papers. As individuals, each of us have our own unique colour, size, and shape with our distinct personalities, characteristics and traits. As the pieces of paper inside the kaleidoscope come in contact with each other and reflect their images against the mirror, fine and beautiful designs are created. The pieces of paper do not lose their own colour, size and shape. But together with the other coloured papers, they all create attractive designs. And this is with the help of the mirror.

It is just like that when we, as humans, reflect the image of our God and Creator whenever we relate with others in the context of our environment, family, school, and community. We all have our own personalities and characteristics. But when we learn to get along with others, learn to blend and work well with our fellow human beings (in spite of our differences), we will be able to accomplish much. We can be amazed at what we can become and what beautiful things could happen when we realise the importance and significance of bearing and reflecting the image of our God."

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


Oh, yeah, we went to China :P but that was, eh, two months ago and I forgot to post :P I'll do the write-up for English later :P

like a little to the left there was a big bridge with a big red line in the middle, and I stepped on the other side for 7 seconds. I think that legitimately means I went to China.. And the other side looked all hi-tech and 12943967 times better than Nepal……why can't they share it to us T_T

The other side of this Tatopani river is still China :)

And there were these overwhelming mountains! Wow God

Some children going home from school. I made it look Miss-Peregrine's-Home-for-Peculiar-Children-y.

More kids. :')

Also there's one person in the world who pronounces "selfie" as "selfy"


How about I make up a supersupersuper short story from one photo.
Oh, this was taken in March.

The ruling days of her fire was now over. Yet she kept swinging the slim metal stylus with her fingers. The crown jewel at the upper tip was a relic of her old days swathed in glory. She had swiped it from the vast, raging sea of fire. And she was alive. 
"Come, queen," the waves appealed. Her reign was dead. Her kingdom was dead. And so were the flames.
She could never let go of the gem now.