to be continued...

Most of the time, I don't finish my work. I just wonder what's wrong with me. Maybe my inspiration loosens when i arrive to the end part of my works. Maybe I always wanted a very remarkable ending so that my readers would not forget my work. maybe I just don't know how to end my work, how to say enough is enough and finish your story already. Maybe it's a curse given to me by an enkanto that i must have offended when I was still a young playful boy. maybe, all i really need is time, and time is all i really needed. Hey, maybe I'm onto something. Maybe, It's not really a curse but rather a gift. Maybe that's my style of work that I should harness. I remember one TV series telling of a story of a comic book writer and his first issue, he forgot to give the last page of his book to the publisher. The book was published without the conclusion. He told himself that it would be the end of his career. when the second volume was printed and was sold to the public, he was amazed at what happened. He sold even more comic books than the first one. The readers must have thaught that the 1st book will be continued on the next issue.I think that many great stories have a missing ending. they tend to let the readers wonder on how the story would end. maybe I could incorporate my hidden gift to my works (actually, it's already been incorporated. I should just make it look better for it to look like that it's intentional)...

Master of Ahlzaris (Chapter 1: Last Letter of Master Buros)

My dearest apprentice (Tyro Dual),

If you are reading this letter, this means that my mission has failed. It also means that I'm already dead. I need you to continue my mission. I must remind you to act quickly as for the lunar alignment is coming near. You will need to find my journal to be able to proceed with the mission. Included in the envelope, you will find a map where my journal can be located. The map has encrypted instructions on how to use the map and how to enter the cavern where my journal is hidden. Use the gift that I have given you before I left to decrypt the message. I apologize that I was not able to teach you on how to use the gift but I know that with your exceptional skill and with the rigorous training you acquired from me, you will be able to learn to use it. Upon obtaining my journal, use it to educate yourself about the Order of the White Robe. You must stop them before the next lunar alignment comes. I will not say more information as to protect the mission if this letter would be intercepted. The journal will explain most of what I know about them. You need to find them and hinder them from completing the ritual. Also included in the journal, you will also acquire all the wisdom and teachings that I inherited and develop but was not able to teach you. I express regret that I cannot instruct this lessons myself and you must learn it on your own. I sense that you will cross path with Tyro Karyll, If you indeed encounter her, tell her to send the message to Master Gori of my tragic misfortune. As of now, he would have sensed my demise and is already waiting for you. Seek his counsel to help you on your mission.

The Odds are against us so be very careful. Be reminded that you must act immediately. I see darker clouds in your path as the time pass by. Time is of the essence.

Your Departed Mentor
Master Buros

Memoirs of a Condemned Man

Memoirs of a Condemned Man

3:00 pm

I can’t believe it. I only have an hour to live. Oh God! What will I do? God, what will I do! Actually, there isn’t really anything much that you could do, but to watch the clock and wait for the time to arrive. Time really flies when you’re thinking too much. Just a few minutes ago, I swear that the clock’s small hand is only pointing at 2. I really feel like vomiting. God, why did you let this happen to me. Do I really deserve to die? I don’t want my life to end like this. All the pain… all the embarrassment… I wish that I’m already dead. I’m too young to die. All the things that I still want to do, all the things that I have to do. Oh God, I still want to see my children grow up. I want to see how my grandchildren would look like. Would my kids be embarrassed to be associated to me? Would my kids tell stories to their kids about me? I wish I had been a better example for them. I don’t want them to grow up like me. I wish I had spent some more time with them. Oh God, how I wish I could embrace them one last time. ..

Wat am Ay libing por?

By: Duke Xander

“What am I living for… if not for U-uuhhh?”

This is a very very lame song that would make anyone who hears it run (or fly if possible) for his or her life or else, suffer the consequence of hearing it over and over again in their head. But this song really struck my head into thinking deep. Questions were finally generated from this little brain of mine. What am I really living for? Is there a mission for me to accomplish in this very wonderful world? Why are we living? Why has mankind evolved to existence? Is there a mission for mankind to accomplish in this world? Wouldn’t be this world become more beautiful without mankind in it?
If there is really a mission for mankind in this world, I think that it would be to become the savior and the protector of the world and its inhabitants. But why is there a funny and horrible feeling surging through my body that mankind is really doing the opposite of what he should really be doing? Mankind is actually the one (out of many millions of species) who is hastening the destruction of the world. The earth is doing just fine before man existed. Plants are blooming, animals are growing and evolving, (and eating each other’s ass off. Yehey, what fun!!) and basically balancing each other as we know it. Man, right after he arrived, defaced the world and destroyed the balance of nature. Many species, once reproducing in great number, now lies beneath the mercy of man and scared of being taken away from the endangered list (and being added to the extinct list). Truly mankind has performed its mission of being the villain in the evolution of the world.
Let me get back to my previous questions, what am I living for? Is my mission in this world be to be able to write this very editorial to open the eyes of my reader’s? would it really affect the world if I had not been born? Would this editorial really change the world as we know it? I honestly can’t really answer these questions. Only time will tell.

TulangKwenta

By: Duke Xander

Sa pagbabasa ng mambabasa
Nitong natatanging tula
Kaluluwa’y hinahanda
Sa mensaheng dala-dala

Bawat segundong dumadaan
Sa iyong orasan
Binubulong ng isipan
Ang sandali ay nasasayang

“Sana’y iba ang ginagawa
Sana ang isip ay gumagala
Sana’y ‘di na nakita
Itong walang kwentang tula”

Bakit pa nga ba
Ito ay nailathala
Nawawaldas, nawawala,
Nasasayang, papel at tinta

Baka ang manunulat
Namumutla ang balat
Ang saklap at alat
Pilit pinadarama sa lahat

O kaya’y nais pagtakpan
Natatagong kalungkutan
Sa kawalang hanggan
Ng pagkawalang katuturan

Bawat isang letra,
Bawat isang tugma
Sa tenga ay masaya
Ngunit kalaliman ay wala

Naririnig sa konsensya
Ang nakakabinging tawa
Ng nababaliw na makata
Na walang magawa

Nasasayang ang minuto
Habang binabasa ang tulang ito
Dahil sa iyong pagkatao
Ay walang nagbago

Sana’y nasayang ko
Ang iyong minuto

Ginintuang Kulungan

By Duke Xander

Ako si Pipito
papito-pito
balahibo ay malago,
makulay, magaro

mga ibo’y naiinggit
lahat ay aking kamit
walang nalalamang sakit
kumpleto sa gamit

masasarap na pagkain
tulugang kahimbing-himbing
malinis na inumin
masagana sa vitamin

ngunit ako’y may dinarama
ang kanta ko’y di masaya
kung alam lang nila
gabi-gabi akong lumuluha

nananalangin sa aking pugad
na ang aking hiling ay matupad
ang kaisa-isa kong hangad
ay ang maranasang lumipad