I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier. At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it’s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.
Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.
First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights above the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a wake of a relative. From then on, it change everything.
I was a child when we visit a relative. The funeral home with its huge chandelier. The chandelier had made its impact on my young mind.
The place evokes sadness, while the adults were having their conversation, i was left alone tending for myself. Since the place is not huge unlike that posh hotel, my wandering eyes were just restricted to the huge chandelier above the coffin.
At the center i see nothing but the white box and the chandelier. And since i refused to look at the white box, my time was spent most of the time on that intricate but creepy chandelier.
Of course there were flowers, but the chandelier’s presence is too strong to be ignored. Its brass finished, its design and the lights seem like a distraction. Who would ever thought of putting a chandelier in a funeral home?
Their existence was supposed to be just for the sole purpose of welcoming us for a celebration, the one with grandeur and splendor like the one in the posh hotel..
But things have changed, as i reached the middle age, i realized that death is not something to be afraid of. Now i know why there’s a chandelier on that place, death is a milestone, a step to the next dimension .
And the Chandelier and its lights welcomes our arrival to that final destination.
Although honestly, it’s an event i have long accepted that is bound to happen. It’s the only future event that i don’t really look forward to. 🙂
So call me crazy , everytime i see a huge chandelier, i always take a second look because it always remind me of a wake, a funeral place.
I remember visiting a relative in L.A. As soon as we entered her huge beautiful home, a huge chandelier welcome us and i tactlessly told my mom, “Oh My God Mom, this place looks like a funeral home, a huge mausoleum” (all white interior with fresh flowers, high ceiling and a huge chandelier).
Good thing, it’s just my mom who heard me, otherwise I might have offended our kind relative. I have no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings and i have no right to question anyone’s taste, it’s just that a place with a huge chandelier reminds me of a funeral home. My weird and crazy mind.
Looking back at this photo, I can see myself barely smiling. Some memories are never forgotten. Years after, I still remember………….The Chandelier.
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You cut them short when you don’t want to listen. You need a very short story. You said brevity is a word of the wise. But if wisdom is what you want, why does it take you so long to find the key that you thought you’re holding?
Is the key all you need or a map to some path you always wanted? You only need the key for the door but how will you find the door if you don’t know where to start your journey and which path to take?
All you see are beautiful flowers, because what you want is a beautiful garden. You’re always scared of the forest. The unknown frightens you. Did someone ever tell you that sometimes the most beautiful flowers are the forgotten ones in the secluded wilderness where a ray of sunshine is like water on desert.
You say they always give you a long story when what you really wanted was a brief poetry where rhythm and rhymes are all that matters. So does it matter now that I can write you a nine word story, a very short one?
Like Raindrops on flowers Your tears made you bloom.
Would that be enough or you need another story because this time you realized that sometimes you also need a long story.
For now you know why it took a long time for them to bloom, because they waited for raindrops and a ray of sunshine is not just what they need.
I was walking in downtown Vancouver when I took this photo. Sometimes, an ordinary thing can flashback a memory, is it the stop light or just you on my mind?
Should i stop and leave
when the stop light is on
When all the red flags
are speaking so strong
Should i walk through
when the green light blinks
When all i see
is a stream of hope blinking
But just like a blind man
walking across the street
that tempting soothing sound
enticed me to walk across your town
the chirping lovely rhyme
telling me it’s time
giving me the warning
that i should decide
Tell me why
you stop, look and listen
when you walk in the street
but why can’t you do it
when you walk into me?
and since you can’t answer
this question after all
the stop light gives its signal,
time to walk alone.
Walking in the street and walking into my life should have no difference at all.
“Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there’s music in the air there.”. –Bruno Mars.
Yes, there’s music, a melody that springs from your heart and a rhythm that springs from your hope. Hawaii is such a beautiful place, some say it’s a paradise, others say it is heaven.
No matter how you call it, one thing is sure, you can’t get enough of it especially when you’re about to leave. It’s a mini California: countless beaches . only bigger waves for surfers, endless branded boutiques and countless hollywood celebrities.
Should I say a a mini vegas too? So many hotels, exotic and world class shows. A mini Jamaica because reggae is everywhere. So many Japanese, Asians, Europeans; domestic and international tourists.
History, Culture, Shopping, Nature, for such a small state, there’s so much things to do and so many places to see. You walk , bike, drive, swim, surf or dive, or just simply do nothing, lay on the beach and watch the sunset and the changing colors of the sky.
I’d love to post all my pictures here, Hawaii is such a paradise i believe it needs a whole website for it.
I remember walking by the beach and witnessing a beach wedding and a funeral simultaneously happening, reminding me of life itself where falling in love is like experiencing the joys of wedding and break ups giving you the feel of attending your own funeral. Life is a bitch really. Ooops, I mean Life is a Beach. 🙂
Joys of Joel 
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