Kindred Spirits (Part 1)

The truth might hurt, but it's the only way to fight and correct the wrong.  This has been the echoing thought lingering in John's mind as he traverse his way at the traffic intersection. He was in no mood to contemplate about the repercussions of his actions toward Linda.

He left her angry and devastated in their apartment. He couldn’t stand to see her crying again, so he thought to take a brisk walk on the nearest park from their poshy loft.

A breath of fresh air, indeed! John did not notice the pair of eyes that has been  continuously following him. All he knew is the awesome feeling he's trying to absorb at the moment. The profusion of the green grass and the archaic park themes surrounding him gave tranquility to his mind.

Linda started crying, the moment John left and banged the door. She felt helpless, un wanted and un loved. Her heart is being torn into pieces, like she was about to explode in grief and sadness. But somewhere, a voice within her dictates that she must not give up.

Two loud blasts of bullet sounds! It was directed at John's heart. People in the park started screaming, everyone is in shock especially to those who've witnessed John's assassination. It was like a blink of an eye, blood gushed unrelentlessly from John's chest, he choked and started vomiting blood.

Marnie, an exquisite Visayan photographer, did not waste time. She called emergency police personnel and reported the incident and crime. She took a snap shot of John while in anguish and in pain.  And now, the people surrounding John started to provide assistance with their utmost care

Linda's mobile phone started to vibrate. She answered the call in between sobs and unleveled heartbreak. She suddenly screamed! John was shot, the caller said.

"You must rejoice, for your cross has been lifted" told the caller to Linda. The voice is so much soothing Linda could have been hypnotized if she's talking to the anonymous caller face to face. She was perplexed, her negative emotions intensified further.

And after a while, Linda's face brightened up. A smile forming on her lips. Twitching with ecstasy and contentment.

… to be continued

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Thomas Carlyle






(This is an original plot of mine. All characters are fictional and in no way resemble to any living or living things. Situations used here on these short stories are all ideas and product of imagination)

of Booksmarks and Love

I have to uninstall and reinstall my Google Chrome Browser and have to re-import my bookmarks. In a fleeting moment, i saw brainyquote.com

This has been my one-stop shop quotation flea market back in 2009 and 2010. So i rummaged through it and found these love citations. They are worth mentioning, so i reposted them here on this blog without any intention or whatsoever when it comes to this innate feeling of the humankind.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. 
Ingrid Bergman 



A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving. 
Cyrano de Bergerac 



A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. 
Rupert Brooke 



A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. 
Thomas Carlyle 



A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. 
George Jean Nathan 



A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love. 
Friedrich Nietzsche 



A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. 
Stendhal 



A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. 
Honore de Balzac 



Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. 
Francois de La Rochefoucauld 



Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives. 
C. S. Lewis 



All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time. 
Julie Andrews 



All mankind love a lover. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson 



All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name. 
Andre Breton 



As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. 
William Shakespeare 



At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. 
Plato 



Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times. 
Rita Rudner 



Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. 
Lao Tzu 



Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there? 
Richard Bach 



Come live in my heart, and pay no rent. 
Samuel Lover 



Do all things with love. 
Og Mandino 

December Breeze 2011

I’ve never been the type to excel in sports—no trophies from basketball courts, no bruises from wrestling mats, no medals swinging from my neck. But give me a pen, or even just a moment of thought, and words begin to flow like water finding its way through stone. Grammar may stagger, structure may slip, but writing—writing has always been freedom. A place where form bends, where free verse breathes, where the heart is allowed to speak in raw syllables.

Last night, I shared a cup of cold frap with friends—simple, unhurried. The kind of night where laughter fogs the air but silence also feels safe. I could feel it then, the subtle shift of the wind, as though December itself had exhaled. There’s something about this season—especially when you’re far from home—that softens even the hardest parts of you. The season of thankfulness is coming. A season when love is not merely felt, but recognized. Hugged. Warmed. Remembered.

The breeze tonight reminds me of home. 

Of street lamps brightening narrow streets. 

Of children's rowdiness along alleys where moonshine tucks the flaws of raw unpaved walkways but nature still breathes. 

Of families preparing handaan even if the budget says otherwise. 

We call it Amihan—that cool northern wind that brushes the cheeks like memory. 

Soft but piercing. 

Nostalgic, but gentle. 

It brings joy, yes, but it also carries that quiet ache Filipinos know too well—the kind that says December breeze is on - with the holidays coming up, and yet many of us will be celebrating oceans away from the ones we miss.

Maybe that’s why my heart feels a little unsettled. 

Somewhere in me, a problem hums like a distant note I am trying not to hear. 

I know it’s there, swelling, asking to be acknowledged. 

But I’m afraid. 

Afraid to confront the things I’ve chosen to set aside. 

Afraid that in some decisions, I have been unfair—not just to others, but to myself. 

A selfishness I didn’t intend, but perhaps still committed.

Some days, feelings arrive like tangled threads—difficult to name, too heavy to ignore. 

I worry that I sound incoherent, dramatic even. 

But emotions have their own language, one that grammar cannot cage. 

And maybe this—this confusion, this longing, this push beyond comfort—is simply proof that something in me is still alive, still capable of love, still brave enough to care.

Because even when we are far—working in foreign cities, 

surviving distance and homesickness, 

building futures in currencies not our own—our hearts never quite learn to detach. 

We carry family in our breath. 

We carry memories in our skin. 

We carry December like a lantern in the chest—glowing, fragile, unbroken.

And perhaps, despite the uncertainty I face, this is what matters:

That my heart still beats with softness.

That I can still feel the wind of my homeland, even from afar.

That I can write—messy, sincere, unfiltered—

and somehow find clarity inside the chaos.

Maybe this isn’t a conclusion.

Maybe it’s just a beginning.

A quiet step toward understanding myself,

toward forgiving myself,

toward becoming more than the sum of my fears.

Because this season, whether I’m home or oceans away,

I want to believe that I am still allowed to hope,

to grow, to falter, to return,

and to love—with both fragility and strength.

Just like every Filipino who whispers "nakakamiss sa Pinas....",

no matter where in the world they are.

Othello

October 23 2011 (memories from abroad - Al Hamra Riyadh)

Airplane Mode on the iPhone

Besides the fact that enabling Airplane Mode on your iDevice makes you compliant with airline regulations (assuming you onboard on a plane), there are a lot of other benefits in toggling this feature On when you're on land.

 - if you're running out of battery juices on places where there is no network signal, you may want to turn on AP mode instead of turning off your phone. The shutting down and restarting-up of your phone could significantly eat out your battery life.
- AP mode is ideal when sleeping, the fact that you'd grab your phone as soon as you wake up to check the time would complement the AP mode, other functions of your phone are accessible except for the do  not disturb privilege since the cellular network signal has been turned off via AP.
- during Syncs and Backups on the iTunes, it is highly recommended that you turn on the Airplane Mode in order to shove away interruptions. This is also helpful during update, restore and copying of files.
- Chances are, you want to get continuous access to your music, videos or ebooks without the annoyance of notifications brought by cellular data or wifi based presentments, then go ahead and turn on the AP mode and let your iPhone fly.
- my favorite, why i get to always toggle this feature-on is its ability to put your phone into a don't disturb status. No calls, no messages, no incoming alerts. A really good alternative in silencing your phone instead of the mute button esp. Do this during meetings, movie dates, going for a worship service, or during your meditative state.


The Airplane Mode isn't that much strict once and for all, you may want to turn on the Wifi in connecting to the outside world (internet) without letting yourself fall on the immediate impact of calls, text messages or alerts being brought by the cellular network.

Mind Boggle

Sometimes, it isn't enough for the body to be satisfied with the pleasure s this world has to offer. I believe that as you achieve satisfaction and delight, the more it will haunt, the more the body would respond in wanting for more. A feeling where the motivation factor is no longer the need but the excitement it brings whenever the act transpires.

But I also believe in the law of diminishing effect, that as you get to the hang of a certain act, doing it over and over again, the satisfaction and pleasure somehow bounces back not to a higher degree of want or need but it somehow tries to subside. Like a basketball left dribbling on its own until the ball suddenly comes to a halt, unless a hand would propel and tap to get it bouncing one more time.
 

I was thinking that these two thoughts above are somewhat contradicting to each other. And I was torn in trying to reconcile for both to meet halfway in order for me to draw the line in extracting the applicable anti-dote for each.

To reverse the essence  of the law of diminishing effect, would it be hypothetical to note in keeping the pace as slow as possible? So as to prolong the need or want. I guess it could somehow contribute, but could it also be the case by keeping the salt as effective as it was for it negate the lost of taste?

As for the first thought, I'm trying to decipher which creates a greater impact, would it be the sender of the act? Or the receiver of the act? Who could greatly sustain or intensify the need for the act to get it going further? And further… until it will come to such a point that the act is already transitioning to the second thought - the law of diminishing effect.

Could this be true in the name of love?

Or would this apply only to the physical sense of being a human?

MAC