some thoughts of categorising

Okay, I have been writing about things so freely. So free even I am now starting to wonder how I am going to classify all of my post. Most of them are not unique than the others. They are placed into more than one category, such as post below this one. Should I simplify all of my writing so they can fit into one category, or let them as they are now but reconstruct the categories?

To pose this one as neutral, I leave this post not categorized literally. I have to rethink of my blog once again. Well until next time.


Are you there?

One day after the last day of autumn somewhere under the famous tower. One was holding a phone giving a call.

Hey, I am now here. Would you look at this place, it is just amazing. This tower, a tower I have been dreaming for long. Right now the weather is beginning to cool down but I think it is already icy, right? Oh yes, if you are still wondering who I am, you would be just the silly. Come on, how come you could not recognize my voice? It has been long, yes, but really? Okay, my agenda will start tomorrow. I have been accepted in one of the most prestigious higher education school here but the detail if it is institute or university, it is your turn to guess. After looking and having fun in this tower, I am planning on going to the center of the city, if you know what I mean. I wonder how it looks like but I can say it will be great without more addition. Oh, wait up. I am going to call you back. I have to go somewhere. Be right back.

This person went to the nearby yard and taking some pictures with its companion as they were watching the beauty of the weather and birds. They exchanged their experience, their journey of arriving under the tower. They laughed with warm cup of coffee on their hand. They smiled towards bright sunshine hiding behind white clouds.

On the other side, a person had watched his phone for a while waiting for a friend to make a contact but after several seconds he understood no one would want to make a call again. He turned his chair around and stands. He put on a jacket preparing to walk home. Time pointed to eleven o’clock at night and the breeze had turned into freezing wind. Moon prepared its showdown. He took a bag, drank a last sip of his night coffee and was ready to go. The phone rang and the display showed the name of a friend. The wielder grabbed it and turns off the phone. He then walked out from room and faced the heavy rain. Or is it just home? For a person who bears the song of wilderness, home is just temporary.

Hey, are you there? You didn’t pick up your phone last night. Now I am in the center of the city. You can guess, a lot of traffic and fancy restaurants are here. Well, I don’t know why I am mentioning those things but the thing is, the artifact is here! I can’t believe it with my own eyes. You know what, I will tell you the story later. I have got to join the crowd. It seems that there is some events going on here. Okay, bye!

Who stands the night of celebration? It wears a long coat to fight the cold.

He looked upon the night sky. The snow had been falling since several days ago. He tightened his coat and walked to the center of the city, facing the truth of miscalls he had been suffering from. He braved his steps which he knew very well, they were steps of welcoming his dearly friend, Death.

Hi, how are you? It’s freezing right now. I don’t know if you can catch up with me but that’s okay. I am heading back to dorm and yes, it is already nightfall but don’t you worry about me. I am fine as ever. Ja, see you around and don’t forget to take my call tomorrow. I want to take you somewhere fun.

Later, he said. For that time, everything was too late, for then he stood before his friend’s tombstone.

Are you there, friend? I am sorry for not letting my time be spent with you. Now I wish you understand my regret and sure enough regretting now won’t solve anything….

Rain Op – 4

I just got home, if you can call it home, that night and still was wearing my working apparel. I was standing idly by the window watching how heavy the rain was and realizing that this storm wouldn’t be over very soon. When I turned myself back, someone knocked the window. At first, I thought that was just only a crow or another bird blown by the strong wind but it wasn’t.

Someone was sitting while whistling some songs which I could hear hardly, obviously. With dim light, I saw a dark brown long raincoat complete with the hood. From style of the wearing, my guess was that my visitor was a man and I could guess who that was. He was carrying a small bag and several pouches hanging on his coat.

Mr. Postman, how rare you come and visit me, especially within this time of bad weather. Care for a sip of tea or coffee?

How nice, given the circumstances, but sorry I can’t. I am here only to deliver this and convey a message.

That would be your job as a postman, right?

So, what had I got there? A mail. Stamped not so long, white paper with scent of roses and mint. This should be letter of invitation and I was right.

Letter of invitation, eh? Now, would you give a proper treatment for that insignia?

How so? It is not like I would wear this emblem there.

Oh you would. Trust me. Ja, see you later.

After reading the letter in flash, I realized he’s right. I would need this insignia. I wonder how I would clean up this thing; insignia with several roses carved into a stone, a pride one. I had to attend the craftsman, the maker of insignia to help me polishing it.

The date isn’t soon so I believed I had a proper time to prepare. First, I would need a suit. Not just ordinary suit, I needed a suit which resembled the deepest night and brought up the most of crescent in a clear sky or I just wore the normal one, eh? Second, I would need a pickup. City where the celebration would be held was far and normal means would not suffice. I needed a car. Or, I just didn’t attend the ceremony at all? Third, expression of face. I would say this lightly, that face was not something I was proud of. Let us just skip this part.

The insignia had began to rot since as long as I remembered and again I had to run in the middle of rain. Better go fast and come home even faster.

cut off ropes and set sail

One day I went straight to a house of wisdom, sort of. This house is located inside everyone’s mind, laid bare in the open if windless tide, and standing in the middle of vast and calm ocean called experience. One would sail using personal boat to attend the house for there is living a sage of life, a sum of everyone’s expertise.

The journey was not easy and it will never be easy. Calming ocean means I have to row and being such a vast ocean means I have to have a good stamina for rowing. Man, that was really a tiring journey but I would say truthfully, it was worth the wisdom I got from the sage. For off the record, you might find that what I got is not much of a wisdom and it would be more like a obvious knowledge of which everyone knows. Well, I don’t mind .

The end comes, soft of. I opened a door of endless possibilities and there less and lesser possibilities I find every time I open the door; a door made of one layer of thick wooden ornament telling a story of how human lives. I woke up this morning with a bliss of something I did not know, which now I do know. I said to the sage.

This insignia is barely seen and complete. The sign of red rose is nearly completely worn off. Has time come to an end for my services are no longer necessary?

A sage came down and sat in front of me. His title is Sage of the Forgotten. He belongs to everything human forgets, everything human wants to lose. He is the one who keeps all thoughts, memories, and long lost wisdom. He wields a book of nothingness, behind his old and worn out seat, there is a big and clear mirror. He answers all questions of the lost. He said with his low voice.

Has it now? Does your insignia resemble of anything or is it for everything?

I had to admit, everything I have carved with everything I have is stored within the pendant. This insignia, this pendant is obviously small and yet it could contain so much. I tracked back all my run, my breathes, my slashes. I looked upon my old and worn out sword and opened my pendant. I remembered all the songs I have forgotten, ignored, and modified; all songs which weren’t mine to begin with. He continued.

For you to have lived and experienced this long dream, is this pendant able to contain all of them?

So much I have kept hidden and opened, I have claimed as mine, I have called upon when my strength lowered. For then, they were all reason I have been holding, basic of my understanding of this vague world, the strongest binding for my stand.

You have endured what you claimed to be true yet they were never meant to be that way.

Have I come to a moment when I have to take a sail again for now this insignia has become an artifact of the old?

If that would be your answer then fear not. We Sages have always been and will always be your company in every path you choose.

I looked up the old one and I suddenly understood what I had to do. I sticked my sword and left my pendant, insignia, hanging at the sword behind. I left them in sages’ care. I put on my cloak and went out the room. Storms have been brewing up, unlike the time I got the house of sages. The Sage walked me until I reached my sailboat.

May your journey be fortunate, Young One.

That was my December

Actually, the title was “This is My December” but I was late to post this writing so I changed it into current title.

Well, that’s not my point. Since people were dragging what they cherished most at that month, why didn’t I do the same? Let me begin then.

1. Regaling old songs won’t solve a thing but, nothing at all.

Then I began to get rid of my collection which forced my to look back but don’t you think people need to look back once in a while? I got my friends for that one.

2. I understood a concept of relationship which had been bugging me for a long time. One of old pals told me a brief yet sufficient explanation for this term.

That is one hell of a ride of thinking but after that moment I realized how stupid I was back then.

3. Everyone has a dream and sometimes people only get in your way. Get rid of them gently or if you can’t, you can always make use of The Force and if you do, I would tap on your shoulder and say, “May The Force Be With You, Young Pandawan.”.

Another old friend of mine showed me how this worked. IT (without using The Force, of course) WORKS!

4. A bowl of ice cream might cleanse your mind. Try it once in a while if you got yourself stuck with your problem. Be caution if you have diabetes genes.

5. A simple chat might lead you to understand the person whom you talk to better and an opinion from a friend who has known you for a long time might be coming handy for a decision making.

An Old soul can contain so much, so much so you can’t even predict the depth of it. After getting several dose of reasoning and a lot of typing, I hereby declare that I have passed 2013 with peace. May I rest in peace and I wish I could be reborn in the beginning of this year.

At that, my friend, was my December. What about ye?