Away from the Garden
We recently decided to add a room to our clan hall and I volunteered myself without hesitation. I wanted the room to draw a feeling of leaving the pond and coming to an area without giving away that this was where our lockers are stored.
There are a few references to the Coven in it and I even decided to add in some hint of Philippine folklore but Abaddon didn’t see it fitting. The few texts took me a few days to finish – in between the usual everyday stuff. I’m happy with the result but less satisfied that it awfully took a long time to finish.
A break from the garden
A break through the garden takes you to a small clearing with sunless glaze and utter silence. Chiseled wooden chairs circle the center with frail black emboldened Coven markings and the iconic numeral 13, etched in deep red, catching your interest. Hollowed frames, or as it seem, appear to break off from the surroundings, captivating the stillness of your gaze with design apparently forged from non mortal hands, a gift from the gods as it seems. The nondescript artistry feign similarity from the Tookish Elvish design common throughout the land and the undecipherable markings implying the work of demigods. The pentagram in each frame glow lightly as you approach it as if discerning its master from interlopers. The frames appear to follow you throughout as you walk through, then slowly you understand the semblance of things as envisioned by its makers.
Obvious Exits : South
Succinctly December – After A Break
Everything has been whirlwind since my last post. It figures right, some blogs are not to be maintained. Not this one though, no. This serves as my pad of notes (for lack of a better word) or space if you will.
Alot of things have happened since then – in RL of course. School has been great, it pays to do something you like, learn from it. Live it and hopefully, be it. Education may be expensive as they say, but you certainly don’t want to try ignorance. Everything of course hasn’t been a walk at the park. We’ve had to dabble and research at least 30 cases per week. Read through the lengthy spirit of the law like we actually had enough time for ourselves. Doing those in between work and sleep is the most challenging part. Finding time for it. I believe things do come easy for some people. If I was at home, then I wouldn’t have to go through the menial daily chores which, do those actually define our lives?
But I’ve had the same as an outlet, believe it. When you live alone, some days can get boring. I remember being happy to be out and get some groceries.
So school, back to it. It will take a while. The executive class is a 5 year module – tops. So when we factor in failed subjects (reminds me that I’m currently a probationary student) and the same, then that can take around 6-8 years. I’d be 30 something by then. But I’m not complaining as it seems that I’m still in track in this race of a life.
How do you define life? I define as making the best out of it, making the best of yourself. Mediocrity is a sin! Another point I consider is to be able to help others. Those two are my main locus standi in the spirit of living.
I knew this would be lengthy, I’ll get back to you with another, soon. Hopefully.
The Sacrosanct Presidency
I think the Philippines clearly deserve Benigno ‘Noynoy’ Aquino III as our new President. Not because of his track record nor his capacity to govern but rather because the majority of our brothers and sisters thought he was better than the rest. The fact that Joseph Estrada came in 2nd further fixates my belief that we, the Filipinos, do not deserve anything better yet, and not anytime soon. For how can we, when we started again on the wrong foot – opting to choose a President whose achievements amounts to none. Relying on Cory Magic, his star studded entourage and his sister Kris Aquino. Those Filipinos, with the capacity to change, with the option to make our nation a better place for everyone to live, should and must delay gratification as necessary and sacrifice – as the rest of us poor ilk – for the bigger good that we all deserve.
This elections was my first time to vote and never have I felt as hopeless for our plight. Constantly we gnarl and mumble on how hard it is to live within these times. And as it seems, we are set for the same within the next 6 years.
I see myself as one as an optimist, I am one because I am powerful with myself. I have the capacity to change my life. But I cannot undo what the majority of us has. A wrong decision induced by mindless, baseless, the false sense of belief and deliverance by one man. A man who took it unto him that the belief of many will be all that it takes to empower change. It takes a lot more than that clearly. Leaders take action, they entice, they bring hope, they deliver.
I am a Filipino and I write as one. I am with the rest of us and nor I am not bitter. I welcome Noynoy as our new President and I am willing to work with him in my own small ways. This is not a change of heart as how I put it down with the first two paragraphs. Instead I write it as it is, that,
For truth is our reality. That which is false is unreal. The more clearly we see the reality with our country, the better equipped we are. The more our minds are befuddled by falsehood, misperceptions and illusions – the less able we will be to determine correct courses of action and make wise decisions.
Cocolare and Secret Dreams
I think Cocolare is one of the better writers found in the internet (not that I know of many) but I like her. She reminds me of Tals Diaz who wrote mostly on indie subjects which gave her readers a perspective on living life and its color.
Cocolare on the other hand resonates about relationships and herself – introverted and sensing seems to be some of her personality traits.
What I really do like is how she takes the words from her mind, soul and heart, tears and joy, then animates them to life in her writing. Set in dull plain white background, it is similar to watching the clouds move about on a fine blue sky day. You listen to yourself breathe then you understand.
You Have to Love, We All Do
Life will break you.Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love.
You have to feel.
It is the reason you are here on earth.
You are here to risk your heart.
You are here to be swallowed up.
And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness.