AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Grace Ria L. Bernadas
III-Wilhelm Conrad Röentgen
Have you ever found a place that you could consider your sanctuary? A place where you find peace, where you feel at ease, a place where lots of memories were created. Well, I guess you have a lot in mind and it would hard for you to choose. But as for me, I have found one, a place… or rather, a seat; where I could call my second home… the “kalesa”.
Yes indeed, it is nothing like a house, it has no walls, but instead, has immovable wheels made of wood and steel. Well at least, it has a roof.
Even though it is called a kalesa, or carriage in English, I guess you still won’t be able to call it a carriage, for the fact that even though it has wheels, it does not move and well, it lacks one itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny factor… the oh-so-important horse! It is rather old and had already gone several repair trips. But it is still, the best seat in the whole campus. It gives you a marvelous view of the whole Makati Science High School and the beautiful garden. It makes you feel omniscient and all-seeing.
In royal countries and kingdoms, they consider the king’s throne the most important and valuable seat. In poor countries, but with optimistic people, they consider the toilet seat, the seat for the most important one, equal to the king’s throne. But as for me, that most important and valuable seat that only the omnipotent are allowed to be seated, holding a higher power than the king’s throne or the commoners’ latrines, is the kalesa… OUR kalesa. Why? Simple, because here, I, together with my friends, feel like no one and nothing else mattered, like we were the center of the universe.
In that tiny place, or rather, space, the four of us best friends, ‘THE ORIGZ’, shared tons of memories there. We shared stories that made us laugh, made us cry, made us angry and ever stories that made us look at each other in a suspicious kind of ways and made us question each other’s ‘innocence’. Yes, our DLSs… our Dirty Little Secrets.
Whenever we are in that place, we didn’t know when or how it started, but we are obliged to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; no holds barred, no secrets allowed. With this rule working our conversations ranged from school works, to love life, to family problems, to politics, to global disasters, to ‘perfect crime’ schemes, to religion and yes, to perverted, R-18 stuff that you wouldn’t want your mother to hear about. With all those kind of secrets revealed to each other, our bond grew stronger and our ‘love’ for the kalesa, deeper.
Now even though we already lack one member, no matter how busy we are and from different sections, we still manage to find the time to visit that place—the kalesa. The place we consider our ‘tambayan’, our home, our sanctuary, our… paradise.
Yes indeed, it is nothing like a house, it has no walls, but instead, has immovable wheels made of wood and steel. Well at least, it has a roof.
Even though it is called a kalesa, or carriage in English, I guess you still won’t be able to call it a carriage, for the fact that even though it has wheels, it does not move and well, it lacks one itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny factor… the oh-so-important horse! It is rather old and had already gone several repair trips. But it is still, the best seat in the whole campus. It gives you a marvelous view of the whole Makati Science High School and the beautiful garden. It makes you feel omniscient and all-seeing.
In royal countries and kingdoms, they consider the king’s throne the most important and valuable seat. In poor countries, but with optimistic people, they consider the toilet seat, the seat for the most important one, equal to the king’s throne. But as for me, that most important and valuable seat that only the omnipotent are allowed to be seated, holding a higher power than the king’s throne or the commoners’ latrines, is the kalesa… OUR kalesa. Why? Simple, because here, I, together with my friends, feel like no one and nothing else mattered, like we were the center of the universe.
In that tiny place, or rather, space, the four of us best friends, ‘THE ORIGZ’, shared tons of memories there. We shared stories that made us laugh, made us cry, made us angry and ever stories that made us look at each other in a suspicious kind of ways and made us question each other’s ‘innocence’. Yes, our DLSs… our Dirty Little Secrets.
Whenever we are in that place, we didn’t know when or how it started, but we are obliged to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; no holds barred, no secrets allowed. With this rule working our conversations ranged from school works, to love life, to family problems, to politics, to global disasters, to ‘perfect crime’ schemes, to religion and yes, to perverted, R-18 stuff that you wouldn’t want your mother to hear about. With all those kind of secrets revealed to each other, our bond grew stronger and our ‘love’ for the kalesa, deeper.
Now even though we already lack one member, no matter how busy we are and from different sections, we still manage to find the time to visit that place—the kalesa. The place we consider our ‘tambayan’, our home, our sanctuary, our… paradise.
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