contained...

Looking back how I first turned on the switches of our fans reminds me of the circles and cycling's of my family; and perhaps, every family in this august hall. Television, lamps, radios and the likes, these signify every part of every house- bright and grand. They epitomize members of the family which illuminates a light from darkness, and fill spaces from an indefinite boarders. But guess, a family is not all these, a house like this will never place all parts to become a home. It needs walls to secure love, life, hope, and happiness; it needs a branch to stem all leaves to have a place called home.

I am a bulb, and I wondered why it took me years to realize and contain my perfect place, my prefect match pf a place called home. I was able to produce light but it appears blurry to me; I see no walls, no boarders. Right then, I thought of my father, whom I forgot to touch ever since I was a kid; reaching the loss of my energy is my mother, who pensively concealed my branches onto the walls. Years swifted fast, and I see nothing; gladly, I saw my sisters-providing me with power to nourish my senses.

From there, I contained and remained to be a bulb. Hoping that someday, I can produce a bigger light of hope to my own family; that amidst imperfections, incompleteness, shortcomings. A bulb should never stop believing that one can make a home from the smallest part of the house.

Wait, until everything is set up to have a view of your brightness.

To the graduates, be thankful of your parents, for believing in your light and showing off your brightness to everyone; a home may not be perfect for now, but you'll see, every walk is worth the travel when your with the walls and boarders, that will always secure your future, and happiness. Your parents.

To our beloved parents and guardians, thank you. For not limiting your walls to cover our weaknesses, for nourishing our stems closer to the roots of our future, for turning our switches on to illuminate our family. For never letting us down, and for providing a trail to lead us to your way.

Many times, we act like eight year old kid when problems and imperfections come our way. We fuss, fume, and frown at the daily difficulties- not knowing that years later, many of these problems will become our greatest blessings.

to a musical genius ( fulfilling a dream )

It was never easy. Yes! From his sail to master the waves of his music with his simple raft of excitement, and a vest to overhaul his talent; he remained humble. Wotking hard has been a complete challenge to compose and stand firm from innumerable strifes, and doubts. Indeed, he traveled and sung along with the rhymes of the waves, reconstructd the sinking ships of a dream until he finally established a ship to face the brightest atlantis of wonder. To play with the sirens of the herons' voices, to sprinkle a lyric in the eys of the blinded winds, and to embody a music that's ready to fulfill a dream...

to a musical genius ( realizing a dream )

Hush... A little boy is rady for a dream; with the courage to wswim a deeper pond and the confidence to hurdle an enormous travel. A look on his face reflects a desire to reach the farthest horizon. He plays the music, arranges a chord, and conducts a tone from the stones of the sea...

to a musical genius ( starting a dream )

Remember a child back in the time where the innocence of a dream strated to fluorish. A cuddly, sweet, and a bright boy who attentively listen and asks questions everytime his inquisitive ideas spark. "Wat Wat" as fondly called by his family, the second son of the the talented children of Mr. and Mrs. Misterio.

Like a duckling swimming with its mother, a boy name Jermaine slides to a dream of following a pond closer to the waters of life...

JJR

MUSIC STRIKES FIRE FROM THE HEART AND DRAWS DEEP WITHIN THE SOUL; transcends a touch to bring color in the eyes of the many..

off reward

my thesis final defense was a waste. i nailed one thing but just a piece of humiliation from giving an output so far from being right...