On the Verge of Lunacy

Title: The Assyrian Author: Nicholas Guild Date Published: 1987 Genre: Historical Fiction Sequel: The Blood Star Summary The story is told from the first-person perspective of the protagonist, Tiglath Ashur, a fictional son of King Sennacherib and half-brother of Prince Essarhadon.  Tiglath was given the mark of the Blood Star of Ishtar on the day his grandfather Sargon was killed by the Kullumites. Sargon is here is not to be confused with the Akkadian king. Author is most likely referring to Sargon II. The people believed that the mark is a curse, and true indeed, it seemed that Tiglath was tricked by his gods. The story covers the first 25 years of his life through the voice of an old Tiglath who now lives in Greece.  The Prince grew up in the house of women along with his half-brother Esarhaddon and many others. It was there where Tiglath met the love of his life, Esharhamat who was fated to be the Mother of Kings and wife to the crown prince, or marsarru....

The disappointment that filled me when I first exercised my right to suffrage will be one of the things I will never be able to erase in my memory. A few hours after my finger was marked with an indelible ink, I realized that my hopes were for naught. Then I said to myself, why should I be worried? After all I'm not to be blamed for what was in store for the country for the next six years. Although this may sound a bit too accusing, the Philippines has finally showed what it really is made up of -- idiots. It is quite ironic for a country that dreams of a better life for its children to elect someone who is clearly incompetent and unfit for the seat of presidency. We keep demanding for something better yet the majority of us cannot even follow simple traffic rules. We keep accusing the leaders for being corrupt yet we do harm to ourselves and others in little ways we do not know (remember when you first sneaked out of the house to be with our barkada or how you stole a few peso...

The White Shirt "Hmm...I think this color looks better on Ore-sama's perfect, flawless complexion, don't you think so Kabaji?", mused Atobe while he ran his hands through his perfect, shiny hair. "Usu." Atobe rolled his eyes, "I knew you would say that". He got another long-sleeved polo shirt from the rack. "Cheap", he muttered. "Ore-sama should wear only the finest so people can admire the sight of ore-sama's beauty". He snapped his finger and a female attendant appeared at his side carrying more clothes to choose from. Kabaji stared, unmoving. While Atobe was trying on some of the clothes, another customer arrived. Kabaji stared at him. "Ah, so this is the place. How nice", Shinji buzzed. He saw the pile of new arrivals at the farthest corner of the store and stood before it, thinking loudly to himself. "Kamio said it's expensive here. But I need to find something to wear for the party tomorrow even if ...

He dropped to his knees when exhaustion finally claimed him. He was breathing hard and was bathing in his sweat but Kaidoh felt cold inside.   It was almost past 10 in the evening. He was supposed to take the bus but he figured that he could use the timefor a few minutes of jogging. He wants to be ready for the next match. He was walking home from Eiji's house, grateful that he cannot hear stupid Momo's stories when he saw Inui-sempai. He waved but Inui did not see him so he decided to observe his sempai first. He was busy tinkering with something but Kaidoh could not see what it was that interested Inui because it was dark.   "Haha...finally I found the ultimate recipe for my next project", he declared. Kaidoh could only see the flashlight he was holding. He moved closer cautiously, not wanting to disturb his sempai but curious at the same time. By being able to see what Inui was up to will make him ready next time he's asked to drink those awful concoctions....

STORM December 7 th . A day before the fiesta in  Dinagat ,  Surigao   del   Norte , my family set out for a perilous trip across the angry Pacific in a rattling boat. The heavy rain kept pounding on the rotting roof. The waters drummed on the sides and kept us unsteady on our feet. Even the wind were merciless;they deafen the ears. But the eagerness to attend a long-awaited family reunion kept us in high spirits amidst the storm. It was almost impossible to cross yet we braved on. The boat had to sail in its slowest possible speed to keep it afloat. It was hell hot inside. Everyone was silent as statues  and  even the little kids were aware of the danger. It seems that the slightest movement will inch them closer to death. I  opened  up ode window to let the air in. Instead, rain ambushed my face. Still wet, I went out and climbed up to the exposed roof and sat beside my cousin who was soaked to the bones. Fear crept up to my spine as I gazed upo...

Who is the next Michael Jordan? The list of names might go on forever but this player I'm going to talk about is not likely to be a candidate. Jordan undoubtedly is the best player to play the guard position and perhaps Tim Duncan might be the best power forward to play in the NBA.. He's not one of the flashiest players like Vince Carter or Shaq or Kobe; he doesn't have Allen Iverson's stutter crossover and he's not even among the most popular faces in the league. That is why some NBA fans are surprised when told of his accomplishments in his eight-year career. Duncan embodies the philosophy of pure basketball yet inly a few could appreciate him. But who really is this player? Why is he underrated? And what is behind this silent unmovable force that placed the San Antonio Spurs as the 2005 champions? After Jordan's second retirement I lost interest in the NBA. But on May17, 2002, one week after my birthday, a man with a blank expression on his face caught my eye...

Di ko lubos akalaing ganito kasakit ang paghihinagpis na daranasin ko. Kaybigat ng aking dibdib at halos di na mapigilan ang agos ng aking luha.Wala na. Wala na akong hahabulin, kukulitin at lalaruin sa labas. Wala na. Wala ng sasalubong sakin na halos matumba sa wagayway ng buntot.Wala na. Wala ng magmamakaawa para humingi ng makakain. Wala na. Wala na kayo na itinuring ko na parang mga kapatid na tao. Kung ano man ang pagkukulang koy pinagdurusahan ko na ngayon.Mahal ko kayong pareho. Ngunit kahit ano pang laban ang gawin natiy di tayo para sa isat isa. Mga alaala sa isip koy di na mabubura pa. At ang sakit ay dadalhin ko sa bawat minutong kayoy maaalala. Nagtataka at nagtatanong ngunit wala akong sinisisi. LAhat tayoy nagmahal, nasaktan at lumuha. Nagdurusa rin kami sa sakit sa inyong pilit nilalabanan. Ngunit wala kaming magawa. Sanay sa mga maliligayang alaala natin ay nagbunga ito ng kasiyahan sa mga bata nating puso. Paalam sa inyo.

Kung sa pagdanak ng dugo mo lang maaabot ang dulo ng iyong puso, sanay di ko na lang hinanap pa.  Ninais kong abutin at ibigay ang pag-ibig na nararapat kong isukli.  Ngunit ang susi lang pala ay kamatayan.  Nagbukas man ng pinto ang silid ng aking damdamin, nagsara naman ito ng pinto ng buhay.  Buhay na puno ng ligaya.  Buhay na pinuno mo ng ngiti.  Di mo man ako marinig ngayoy nais kong malaman mo na mahalaga ka sakin. Tinulungan mo kong maging mapagmahal na tao. Ikaw pa man na di tao ay hinaplos ang puso kong kaytigas upang hanapin ang mga luha ng pagkalinga. Ngayoy lubos na nangungulila sayo ang kaluluwa ko.  Ikaw ang parte ng buhay ko na kailanmay di mamamatay kahit ikay wala na. Sana sa iyong huling hiningay naisip mong mahal ka namin.  Kahit wala kami sa tabi moy nasa iyo ang pusot damdamin namin.  Paalam kaibigan, ay salamat sa mga ngiting iniwan mo.

akoy naghuhumapis, aking anak na heto ka at nagsusukab nang isinambulat bahong di akin, at sabihing akoy nahhimbing. paglingap sa inyoy walang halaga datapwat akoy inyong binaka; ipamintakasang kayoy inaglahi pati si ama inyong isinali. kayong binihisan at tinuruan, pagkatao nonyoy kaning kadluan, kayoy nasalag mula sa kamatayan ng pinopoon nyong sinisiraan. ngunit naririmlan kang mrahil at ngayoy nais mo kong lisanin isipin anak ang iyong pakikipagmoog ay marahil iyong ikalugmok kayat tahan na at matulog kalimutan ang mga himutok sundin na lamang aking payo pagkat kabutihan moy ako lang nakatatarok.

Minsay may mag bagay sa buhay mo na bigla-biglay kinukuha na lang ng kapalaran.mga bagay na akala moy magbibigay ng panghabambuhay na kasiyahan. mga bagay na akala moy iyong-iyo na. ang lubos ana kaligayahan di kailanman matatamasa dito sa mundong ibabaw pagkat di dito nagtatapos ang buhay ng tao. ngunit may mga pagkakataong binibiyayaan ka ng higit sa anumang iyong inaasahan. panadalian ngunit dala mo hanggang sa hukay na mga alaala.aakalain mong het nat natagpuan mo na sa wakas ang perpektong bagay. ngunit hiram lang pala at bukas makalawa ay luahaan ka na. kayat pauloy kang maghahanap at maghihinatay. minsay darating at may papalit. ngunit mayron ding wala. ano man ang kahihinatnan iisa lamang ang mensahe ne maykapal:mahalin at pahalagahan mo ang bawat tao,hayop, bagay at pangyayaring minsan lang magbubuhos ng biyaya, pagmamahal at kasiyahan sa buhay mong puno ng lingkot, galit at kawalan.

mula sa luwad kayoy aking nilikha tulad ng aking anyo at hitsura hinipan ng hangin ng buhay upang ang mundoy bigyan ninyo ng kulay isinambulat ang mga biyayang kayrami upang maging kasiya-siya ang inyong paglagi ang tubig, hangin, mga hayop at halaman sa inyoy ipinagkatiwala upang palaguin at pangalagaan nang lumawig ay nalimutan ang pangakong ito pagkat sa inyong mga ninanasa ay unti-unti kayong nalugmok mga bagay sa inyo ay ipinagwalang -bahala sa paninira ninyoy nawala ang lahat akoy naghuhumapis sa inyong pagkalisya tuloy sumagi sa akin ng bigla, panong napunta ang lahat sa wala at dustain ang mga ibinygay sa inyo sa pangwawalat? dinggin ang aking himutok upang ang katotohanan ay inyong matarok na sa inyong pamamalagi sa mundo kakambal niyo ang tungkuling kalingain ang gantimpalang ito.

I've been on hiatus for over a year. As you can see I don't have any entries for 2009 so I've decided to set aside more time for writing. I've been busy with school and other things lately. I spend most of my time either playing with my console or exploring Gaia Online. I haven't even finished two books a few months ago. To my horror, I find myself groping in the dark for topics to write about. It seems my brain is getting a bit rusty. Then a thought struck me. Why not write about the things I'm currently interested with? I've been sharing my thoughts in the forums at Gaia for the past several months and I thought, hey why not post them here as well. After all I didn't just make an account here to serve as a 'backup folder' for my previous works. I'll be posting more in the next few weeks. I'll probably review a few games and books.

Note: This was my paper for Prose Styles (COMA 109) Do I really know who I am and what is my life’s purpose? Oftentimes this question pops up in my head. I mean, I can only wonder what the point is for all of this. I go to school and travel an hour and a half to get home and back, eat and sleep, make friends and enemies, fail and succeed, for what? Does it really matter to anyone if I get hit by a car one day on my way to school? Surely, it would not make any difference to the world. Perhaps my family and friends will be concerned about me, but just like me, their existence is also a mystery. Who am I? The first idea that comes to mind when somebody asks us this is our name. But the name is just like a label. It is not who I really am. A name is given for the sake of identification. It does not include the details of my life and furthermore, there are a lot of other people who have the same name. So, who am I? Besides the name, I will probably list my hobbies, dislikes and interests....

My Housing Petition for Gaia Online