Hindi pa rin tumitigil ang ulan sa labas ng bahay. Kanina pa kumukulog kidlat at parang nagiging ilog na ang mga kalsada sa labas sa dami ng ulang bumagasak. Habang tumutunog ang organ ng mahinahong kanta , lumilpad naman ang damdamin ko sa mga letra hindi tumitigil. Tumingin ako sa puting pader para makita ang kahapong maliwanag pa rin,  salamat sa mga litrato at mga sulat. Sa bawat ritmong sumasabay sa hangin patuloy din ang pag hula ko sa mga mangyayari , panibagong aral , malalalim na salita at kakaibang mga regalo. Nagsisimula na naman akong mag ekspiremento sa oras. May mga panahong minsan ay gusto ko ng tumigil pero may humahadlang. May mga oras na gusto ko na lang tumahimik pero lumalakas ang tibok ng puso ko at mas lalo akong naririnig. At sa pagitan ng minutong kamay at mga salitang sinsulat ay naroon pa rin ang ngiti. Isang pangarap na sana ay balang araw ay marating o maramdaman man lang. Tumutunog pa rin ang organ. Habang ako , nagpapakahibang sa mga salitang hindi ko dapat sinasabi. Pero masaya ako sa bawat letrang binibigkas ko at yun ang mahalaga.

Mis ko na unan ko. Nyt.

would you tell me your secrets?

the ones that never shown in your smiles?

would you tell me your sweet memories?

and the songs that made you cry?

would you make me feel i belong

in your world , night and day?

would tell me how you lived

the life you never want to have?

would you take me with you?

and let me share your tears..

let me speak your name..

and just cherised those words

in my lonely mind..

would you make me strong to carry on

to live in this world…

where there is no heaven

because there is no you..

BURP! just finished my lunch and here i am again sitting in this lazy chair hoping to get a rest but i think that would be too impossible considering i’m again caught up in this mysterious yet exciting moment of my life , when i would just sit down and type the words in my head. i really dont know where to start and im too lazy to press the shift button to achieve a more desirable - gramatically and epistemologically way of writing a sentence.

i’ve been reading an online textbook about logic. i dont know why but the word “logic” popped out from somewhere in my grey matter. i remembered reading sherlock holme’s quotation that says “logic is rare”. i found it true since the price of correct thinking can sometimes be or rather often too difficult especially in this kind of generation when most of people stick to their ordinary intelligence and letting their self be afraid of higher learning.

now im getting into something now. im pointing out to the students. especially those who just go to school but skip classes. making their parents think they are studying too well and they deserve more “baon” to motivate their “kasipagan”. you bastards. you shouldnt make your parents stupids , oh i know it’s because YOU are stupid. and you are so stupid you dont even know it.

sometimes i wonder what goes in the heads of these filthy bastards. they dont probably know what the word “school” means. well i’ll tell you. School means you have to study. to be an educated person. you have to apply your self in that institution because this is the only moment of your life that you get the chance to know and learn the things that will make your life WORTHWHILE!

some students are even afraid of daring to think. they dont wanna challenge themselves. they dont even know that they have the capacity to understand and learn everything that a teacher utters. they juts go with the flow. they dont wanna stand out they dont want to discover that there is a piece of genuis in their intellectual aspect.

they are too afraid.

why am i writing these? its a wake up call for every students who will read it (i doubt if any does). its also a wake up call for me. im not perfect , im ordinary but my friend once told me that perfection are recognizable when it is sitting next to imperfection. the universe is born from nature’s imperfection as hawking quoted it. but that doesnt mean that the quest for perfection stops there. it is in our selves that we must first seek , the knowledge , the good and the most beautiful things in life that are  often misunderstood and often leads us to something that we will regret in the last days of our lives.

the unexamined life is not worth living.  socrates.