Short Drive Around Town

Christmas is over and i took the opportunity to do several errands that require driving along the streets in the city of where my house is nearly situated. After making deposits in the bank (of which is unfortunately closed, but thanks to technology, I was able to complete the task via the transaction kiosk and deposit envelopes), I drove along and stopped by at some coffee shop. Intrigued and taken in by its famous coffee buns, I made my way in the little shop and purchased some soft boiled eggs that went marvelously well with the buns. How I loved it. I suggest that people try this. It really is quite novel for me. Presented me with much intrigue since in this case, there is more than what meets the eye.

Kaibigan sa Pag-iisa

Lumingon ka sa kana, lumingon ka sa kaliwa, kahit saan ka man pumunta'y siya'y di nawawala. Kaibigan sa liwanag na taksil at iiwan ka pagdapit ng dilim, na magpakailanma'y hindi mo kayang ipagtabuyan. Ang aking mga galaw, di hamak na kanyang nagagaya, bawat kumpas ng kamay at sipa ng paa, sa akin ay sumasabay. Akalain mo nga naman, mayroon pang isang ako, ngunit siya'y walang mukha, pero korte ng tao. Ngayong hatinggabi siya'y nasa aking tabi, patuloy na ginagamit ang sinag ng buwan, naglalakad sa aking tabi.

Migdal: "There is no such thing as a strong state and strong society."

Is life truly worth living for?

One normal Tuesday during recitation, the students were praying that the situation would not get out of hand. That day, they had thought is was another opportunity for that terror professor to have another chance to scold these pupils. That day when one clearly thought that they could never be too prepared for anything that may happen.

True enough... they weren't.

Reciations came, yet no matter how hard the students tried to grasp the exact answer, they could not. A rule of three was followed. Three trials; three students may recite. Recite incorrectly, a surpise quiz based on the technical topic being discussed.

one... two.... then....

...a citation from the footnote had saved that one student and the class form further agony and scorn from that devil. It had been close-- no, too close.

A discussion followed and more recitations. 'Migdal states that "Life is but a life full of conflicts."' the doctor of philosophy said. Near the end of the lesson, he adds: "so... Is life truly worth living for?"

"Is it really?"-- yes... no... maybe... perhaps... --JUSTIFY YOUR ANSWER--

One stood up and said: "Basing on what Migdal stated that life is but a life of conflicts. I would say that it is." A definite arch on the professor's eyebrow "go on" he says.

"Well, sir, you did say that in the real world, far from our imaginings, outside the walls of our schools, our trappings in our houses, when we step out to fend for ourselves, we will make the necessary decicions that would be critical in changing our lives. The ouside world is harsh and it will continuously be so. We must be prepared." The student paused for a moment to reconstruct the idea.

"Without regrets, we move forward, thinking that the choices we've made are right and correct not necessarily for others but for ourselves. At the end of the day, we do everything for ourselves-- we work, we learn, we study, we laugh, we cry, we fight for what we believe since it is the essential thing that would satisfy us and only us." another pause. Everyone looks intently on this pupil.

"In conclusion, sir, I believe that life is worth living. I have no regrets." An eerie silence followed then the sound of clapping. Was that worth appluading for? It was only an opinion...

Like a gun flowing out of a barrel, power is achieved through strong words and beliefs.

So... Is life worth living for?

Take a bright guess....

When you get almost everything you want...

It definitely is.

Unsolved Enigma: "I may have done it."

In that night, who could have possibly murdered Sabine?

"No signs of forced entry or a struggle or any plausible murder weapons or anything taken here." An inversigator said the following day to his companion, scanning the crime scene with his sharp eyes pointing at particular places surrounding the crime spot. "Sir, we have no leads. Everything looks perfectly normal. We've covered the whole area and there were no traces. Swabs and other samples were taken to the lab."

The investigator sighs and looks around for the last moment before setting foot back to the head quarters. "I'll inform detective Khael."

"No need. I'm here. I came as soon as I heard." Khael stepped in and takes a look around casually. "Where is she?" he whispers to the investigator still taking in what he could see. "Sir, she was taken for autopsy. A man named Gabriel found her this morning."

After taking in what he saw, he whispers "I see, I'll have a word with him. Thank you." then sets foot to the front door. He casually gazes up the house as he was out; its was plain and quite ordinary.

"Detective?"

"Hmm?" Khael looks up from the initial report before investigation.

"Did you know her?"

"Know who?"

"The victim. The girl that is named Sabine." his secretary said pointing at the picture on the topmost left corner paper clipped to the document.

"Yes. But we are no longer what we used to be."

He walks to his car, feeling the chill on his back as he remembered the conversation with his secretary earlier that day. "No longer what we used to be.... What was I to her?" At that moment, he notices a letter on his windshield in an elegant red envelope. Reluctantly, Khael gets out of the car and takes the small envelope, feeling it. He opens it and in an instant, an ominous feeling crept over him. "Do you believe in fate, detective?" it said.

"Do you believe in fate, detective?"

~note, this is part 2 of the story~

Unsolved Enigma

No one truly knows how things came to be, that night...

There was a definite chill in the air. Ignoring, she continues with her work. She cannot afford to be delayed since the deadlines are near. She pauses, lifting her eyes from the laptop and shifting to her phone. A single unopened message in her inbox. "Khael" its said. Sighing, she delves back into typing. Without a warning, a rupture. She turns and hears a stabbing sound that would change everything. Her phone rings loudly where "Gabriel calling" was flashed on the screen. A pair of gray eyes, cold and unfeeling loomed into view before her. With a staggering gasp of breath she whispers "I'm sorry" before her fate had been sealed.

Even in death her beauty was absolute. One might have thought she was only sleeping on her chair with her cheek rested gently on the back of her palm beside the laptop if not for the horrid "drip drip" sound and the black pool below her.

In that night, who could have possibly murdered Sabine?

The pultrichude of simple reveries.

Gold. Greatness. Glory.

Three things that most people would definitely want in this material world. Though what is to be satisfied is not even tangible. Old stories speak of names of endless heroes who possessed all three.... But were they happy with the lives they lead?

The highest known politician in every country is supposedly no different from a common man walking down the street, simply admiring the wonders around him. Unfortunately, this makes the common man better than the politicians we know. Not because of the gold or greatness or glory; it is because of humility. Common mistake of most leaders is that they build a fortress around them thinking that they are superior compared to the mass. They are terribly mistaken to think such.

To seclude themselves makes them vulnerable to attack for they are seen and seem to show themselves above the rest. Pride, a cause of this phenomenon would not do much to help either. Pride tends to worsen this point of view. One who shuts himself within the walls of a sanctuary would only find himself quite uneasy and paranoid.

As compared to the common man, they blend well in the crowd just as predators hunt for prey in the wild. They are well updated with the times with reliable and actual sources. And they get to enjoy a full life in simplicity.

Who would you want to be, the paranoid leader or the simple common man?

How insensitive

Yes, just another fiction that sprouted about out of the blue. Enjoy.

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How is it that time just passes and people barely know what is to happen...

How insensitive I must have seemed

...and when it does happen, its over a bit too soon.

How unmoved and cold I must have seemed

I go about my usual routine, a step at a time. Living practically and typically without much care about the world i exist on.

Did I just turn and stare in icy silence

Could there possibly much more to existing than the usual routine?

What was I to say? What can you say

But what is there, really?

Vague and drawn and sad

There is nothing but the tranquility of the familiar.

I see it still

Is there really more to things?

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Tis the finals week and I'm bound to start and attempt to study. Although the thought and action seems foreign as people who knew me know quite well that I do not bother. Even at exceptional occassions such as "Finals". All is well.

The effects of over-browsing.

Before anything, permit me to point out that the video above contains music that i recently would want to pursue and play... on my own.

While this one is the original music.

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The effects of over-browsing has its own pros and cons.

For example:

1. The pros
1. One gets to learn more than what was expected or needed.
2. One gets to retain the necessary information needed to pass the midterms.
2. The cons
1. If one has not slept at all, that person may risk having nose bleeds. Its not a pleasant sight
2. one tends to worry more that an information was forgotten. Something always seems amiss
3. Effects may render a person crazy after. (Most would definitely know)

I haven't been acting quite well for the past few days. Its very inconvenient, actually. This had presented me with more limitation that I could ever possibly imagine. Either way, I do manage.

I found out what my Daemon was

Nothing meaningful for today.