Lampara

kagabi, nagbabasa ako ng libro. nahihirapan ako kasi nakahiga ako sa kama pero ang layo ng ilaw sa pwesto ko, kung kaya't umiiba pa ako ng posisyon at itinatapat ko pa sa ilaw yung libro. after reading a couple of chapters, natulog na ako.

kinabukasan, sinubukan kong ayusin yung lampara ko - napatid kasi yung wire kaya sinubukan kong kalikutin. pagkakabit ng wires, naka-on yung switch niya at isinaksak ko sa outlet. umilaw naman siya, kaso nung in-off ko yung switch, nag-short circuit siya at pumutok. itinabi ko na muna siya at baka kung ano pa ang pumutok kapag kinalikot ko pa siya.

after a couple of hours, i kept myself busy by putting clear plastic covers on some of my books. pag-akyat ni Kuya Wawyne mula sa kwarto patungo sa sala, tinanong ko siya nang ganito: "Kuya, kaya mo kayang ayusin 'to?" - which actually translates to: "Kuya, paki-ayos mo naman yung ilaw ko, please?" kaya ayun, kinuha niya ang kanyang toolbox at inayos ang lampara ko - which was a gift from him several years ago, na kahit nasira ay hinding-hindi ko itatapon because of sentimental reasons. since maikli ang wire ng lampara ko, sinabi ko na baka pwedeng gamitin yung wire and switch nung isa ko pang lampara - na pundido naman - as spare parts. sabi niya, pwede rin daw - kaso nung tiningnan niya, masyado raw manipis. kaya ang ginawa niya, kumuha na lang ng mas makapal na wire, spare switch, at spare plug at siya mismo ang gumawa ng panibagong wiring. so ayun, yung isa ko pang lampara ang nagsilbing stand kung kaya't parang weird ang hitsura niya - pinag-fuse ni Kuya yung dalawa kong lampara kaya kung mapapansin ninyo, parang kakaibang entity ang kinalabasan. nang i-test ko, gumana siya as expected. kaya ganun na lang ang pagpapasalamat ko kay Kuya pagkatapos - pero ang hindi niya alam, bibigyan ko siya ng pasalubong sa lunes, o kaya sa martes pag-uwi ko.

ang album na ito ay binubuo ng trip-trip lang na mga kuha gamit si C3. isipin man ng iba na ito ay mababaw, isa itong munting paalala kung ano ang handang gawin ng isang tao para sa kanyang kapatid. masaya ako dahil mas madali na akong makakapagbasa ng libro sa gabi, pero mas masaya ako kasi binigyan ako ng oras at effort ng kapatid ko - and that's what i appreciate much. salamat Kuya. =O)>

sabi nga ni Fuego kay Dhictah: "... at meron ka pang nalalamang kantang 'Rebolusyon' - e nasa unang yugto ka pa nga lang ng ebolusyon!" - daanin natin sa gawa, huwag lang puro euphoria - para umusad ang ating bansa.

so you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski

i got this from this link: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16549 

after reading it, i realized that it's a strong piece and i wanted to share it with you.

but here's my unsolicited advice: if you feel the urge, just let it out. write. for the most part, if you really want to write, don't let anybody or anything stop you.

so you want to be a writer?  

by Charles Bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth

and your gut,

don't do it.

if you have to sit for hours

staring at your computer screen

or hunched over your

typewriter

searching for words,

don't do it.

if you're doing it for money or

fame,

don't do it.

if you're doing it because you want

women in your bed,

don't do it.

if you have to sit there and

rewrite it again and again,

don't do it.

if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,

don't do it.

if you're trying to write like somebody

else,

forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of

you,

then wait patiently.

if it never does roar out of you,

do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife

or your girlfriend or your boyfriend

or your parents or to anybody at all,

you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,

don't be like so many thousands of

people who call themselves writers,

don't be dull and boring and

pretentious, don't be consumed with self-

love.

the libraries of the world have

yawned themselves to

sleep

over your kind.

don't add to that.

don't do it.

unless it comes out of

your soul like a rocket, unless being still would

drive you to madness or

suicide or murder,

don't do it.

unless the sun inside you is

burning your gut,

don't do it.

when it is truly time,

and if you have been chosen,

it will do it by

itself and it will keep on doing it

until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

From sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the way by Charles Bukowski. Copyright © 2003 by the Estate of Charles Bukowski. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins. All rights reserved.