You can only blame your problems on the world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song…
As the night fell ill
The time stood still
Emotions to the recent events
Silence still took over
The weeping voices of the departed
As if someone just press the mute button
Stories of the past and what is suppose to happen
Carries no weight at all
Just to pass the time
Became like night owls
Under the incident
Huddling after an unexpected night
As time stood still
You had passed away
And the night fell ill.
- We miss you already Tito Gerry. Rest In Peace.
With today’s technology, we had became slaves and dependent to this power handed on to us.
With that being said, can you live or survive if these technology has been taken away from you?
So there is this segment in the news now in the Philippines, where one could submit a short being a Good Samaritan. I’m not sure if the U.S. news show does the same thing where the news would encourages us to do some Good Samaritan actions to one another.
I don’t have a problem with the news encouraging people to do Good Samaritan work, so lets get that out of the way. I believe that’s good marketing.
Where i have a problem with is that society now a days needs some kind of reward, either mentally, or physically, to do Good Samaritan work to other civilians out there. By doing so it loses its meaning of what mean to be a Good Samaritan. Really think about it, if you do submit a film captured by a cell phone to the news with your identification and what you have done; you are really asking for recognition from the media and the society that you are good person. Being a Good Samaritan or in general being a good person doesn’t look for fame or reward for his or her action helping others.
My views might differ from others but my experiences made me believe that there are hardly good people around nowadays. Getting hit by a car and the first person i asked for help just took a picture of me and walked away.
Welcome back little brother.
He asked me if we had any chocolate at all.
I told him there is Nutella; then he found the vanilla ice cream in the fridge.
I asked him if he give me a spoonful of ice cream and this little bastard grab a spoonful of ice cream and started to making airplane noises and maneuvering towards me saying open up for the airplane.
I started to laugh and i actually open my mouth for it. This bastard pull back the spoon and said: “You gotta be faster than that.”
"Tamaki lost her virginity in the autumn of her first year in college. The man was one year older than Tamaki, a fellow member of the college tennis club. He invited her to his room after a club party, and there he forced her to have sex with him. Tamaki had liked this man, which was why she had accepted the invitation to his room, but the violence with which he forced her into having sex and his narcissistic, self-centered manner came as a terrible shock. She quit the tennis club and went into a period of depression. The experience left her with a profound feeling of powerlessness. Her appetite disappeared, and she lost fifteen pounds. All she had wanted from the man was a degree of understating and sympathy. If he had shown a trace of it and had taken the time to prepare her, the mere physical giving of herself to him would have been no great problem. She found it impossible to understand his actions. Why did he have to become so violent? It had been absolutely unnecessary!
Aomame comforted Tamaki and advised her to find a way to punish him, but Tamaki could not agree. Her own carelessness had been a part of it, she said, and it was too late now to lodge any complaints. “I bear some responsibility for going to his room alone,” she said. “All I can do now is forget about it.’ But it was painfully clear to Aomame how deeply her friend had been wounded by the incident. This was not about the mere loss of her virginity but rather the sanctity of an individual human being’s soul. No one had the right to invade such sacred precincts with muddy feet. And once it happened, that sense of powerlessness could only keep gnawing away at a person.
Aomame decided to take it upon herself to punish the man. She got his address from Tamaki and went to his apartment carrying a softball bat in a plastic blueprint tube. Tamaki was away for the day in Kanazawa, attending a relative’s memorial service or some such thing, which was a perfect alibi. Aomame checked to be sure the man was not at home. She used a screwdriver and hammer to break the lock on his door. Then she wrapped a towel around the bat several times to dampen the noise and proceeded to smash everything in the apartment that was smashable —- the television, the lamps, the clocks, the records, the toaster, the vases: she left nothing whole. She cut the telephone cord with scissors, cracked the spines of all the books and scattered their pages, spread the entire contents of a toothpaste tube and shaving cream canister on the rug, poured Worcestershire sauce on the bed, took notebooks from a drawer and ripped them to pieces, broke every pen and pencil in two, shattered every lightblub, slashed all the curtains and cushions with a kitchen knife, took scissors to every shirt in the dresser, poured a bottle of ketchup into the underwear and sock drawers, pulled out the refrigerator fuse and threw it out a window, ripped the flapper out of the toilet tank and tore it apart, and crushed the bathtub’s showerhead. The room looked very much like the recent news photos she had seen of the streets of Beirut after the shelling.”
1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
Sleepless nights that occurs every night
Lurking around the streets, trying to see some light
What’s above us, is not really natural
Hoping this pattern could be only occasional
As if we can differentiate whats an illusion to reality
Sleepless night that leads us to that type of night
Drinking till we don’t see the light
What’s going to happen next is neither good or bad
Hoping that there is another solution
For this illusion
Sleepless nights that keep me up all night
Waking up by the sound of a siren and its lights
What’s in front of us, might be still a dream
Hoping that it is because we don’t like what it seems
To be reality