Descriptive Essay

The Market

The market is the placee where we get all the primary things that we need in our daily life. All the fresh fruit and vegetables are found in the market. We even pick the best ingredients that we could find to cook our favorite dishes and desserts.

I went to the market this morning and the first thing that I noticed is the different voices of the people inside the market. The whispering voices of the people buying and the vendors who persuades and negotiate with consumers to buy their product. On the left corner of the market, I can hear the woman calling customers and trying to sell her fishes to the people who walks pass her. She sells variety of fishes some are big and some are small. The lights above them hit the scales of the fishes and it glows in front of your eyes as if they were shining diamonds. As the vendor grabs her blue drum full of fish and transfers it to the table made of tiles for display, the scaly body of the fishes glimmered when they spread together for the costumers to see. The fishes have some kind of foul and salty smell but you can tell the fishes are fresh because the bodies of the fishes are firm and not lumpy. Beside the fish vendor is a woman who sells different kinds of vegetables and I hear her loud and husky voice saying,” here, fresh ampalaya, alugbatti, okra, kalabasa. Just name it and we have it.” When I turned to see her, she’s a happy vendor with a slender body wearing a red shirt. She was packing a bunch of lemons and laughing while calling out costumers and at the same time talking with her co-vendor who sells tapioca, nata, oil, soy sauce and vinegar. The woman in red sells many kinds of vegetables on her wooden table. I noticed the shiny and violet skin of the “talong” and they were in medium size with fresh green stems. The “talong” feels smooth to the touch unlike the wrinkly body of the “ampalaya”. Beside it are green leafy “pechay” and fresh green Bagiuo beans. She also sells big sized carrots and white radish and they both have brown lines on their skin and green stems but they definitely look good and fresh. She sells potatoes in medium and big size and they have traces of dark spots and dirt on its skin which is rough when touched. Basically, all of her vegetables looked like there were in their best shape for all the costumers looking for fresh and delicious products. There are also fruit vendors who sell mangoes, bananas, watermelons, pineapple and etc. But what I love the most is the sweet smell of the large yellow mango that lingered in my nose when I walked pass by a woman slicing one of her mangoes and the smell was divine. But as I walk around, a foul and rotting smell entered my nose and it almost made me want to throw up. Some vendors are piling off their rotting products in a corner and it created an awful smell. It was very disappointing to see people who neglect the policy of making the market clean for everybody.

You can find all sorts of things in the market. You can find the freshest fruits and vegetables but at the same time you can also find low quality food and sometimes rotting smell all over the place but the experience of seeing products that are not in good quality will definitely make you a better  person of choosing what is fresh and what is not. 

Descriptive Essay of my Crush

“Crush”

        I had my first crush when I was in high school. I was third year back then and my best friend April kept on taking me with her in the school pathway to wait for her crush to walk pass us. And when her crush comes, she would shriek and giggle as if she was kissed by her crush. I didn’t understand her excitement of seeing that boy until the unsuspected moment when I saw Stefan.

        Stefan is the campus crush in our small public school. I didn’t know that until the day I laid my eyes on him. As he walked in the pathway, I gazed upon the beauty of this handsome face. He walks like a runway model on a high fashion event. He’s a little bit taller than me and he has an ivory complexion. His face mimics the grace of that of an angel. His dark amber eyes were not big, not small or chinito, they were perfectly in the middle of those qualities. And his eye lashes were long and it totally complements the shape of his eyes. His nose is pointy and his lips were lusciously red.  And when he smiles, his white teeth brightens up my day like the glorious sun does to the buds of roses.

        The thing that caught me attracted to him was his eyes and his smile. I couldn’t describe how beautiful and extraordinary the feeling of him staring at me. It’s so magical that you were like caught in a loop were no one is around but the both of you. And when the enchanted moment of him smiling at you comes, it feels like the angels in heaven were singing and you were in your own paradise and nothing matters but that single moment where you look into each other’s eyes and it just makes you happy from the inside out.

        Stefan was a real gentleman. When my best friend was finally courted by her crush I found out that her crush and Stefan were cousins and at that moments, we were finally introduced to each other. It was raining that day and we were in the pathway. It felt like it was not raining at all, rather, snows are gently falling from the sky above us. When we were about to go home, he kindly asked me if he could walk with me. My heart pumped and I could not believe that he wants to walk me home. I could not catch my breath at that moment but I smoothly said yes. He hurriedly went to get his bag and borrowed an umbrella to I-don’t-know-who but he did it to prevent me from getting wet. While walking, I was looking at him and it was as if I was trapped in his beauty and suddenly, he grabbed my waist and drew me closer to him. I was so scared and I was trembling in excitement and at the same time confused about why he acted that way. For a moment, I thought that he was going to kiss me or something. But he brightly smiled at me and said,” you were about to step on a puddle of mud”. I blushed in shame because I was so distracted and I looked silly in front of him. When we arrived at the market were I’m supposed to take a ride back home, he voluntarily called a ride for me and I went home with the memory of his face looking and smiling at me.

        Eventually, he courted me and of course I gave him my sweetest yes. We were doing fine for the first few weeks but then, the end of the rainbow came and there was no pot of gold and unicorns but only fake coins and fake attitudes. He became so arrogant and prejudice. He talks about unfortunate people and laughs at their misfortune.   Slowly, I painfully fell from the paradise that I thought I had. The last straw of my patience broke when he demanded a kiss from me. I hesitated to give him that opportunity and I broke up with him. I realized that the most handsome face doesn’t always have the most handsome heart. But I thank him, for he has contributed to my maturity and my personality. It may not be in the most positive way but it surely ended well for me.