It's still raining outside.

As I am writing these words, it is raining.

People may have thought of these words already. Some may have already written these down and published it. Or, some may have also, like me, thought/written some articles, poems, scripts, or entries that were inspired merely because of rain. As if every thing in this world has it's own mind and life, and follows a certain path or trend that even us, humans, are unconscious of it.

I may ask, I've seen/read films,books, songs, entries that are inspired to antecedent subjects or topics; what clarifies the disparity then? What is novelty? If we trace back history, several unnoticed works, undelivered speeches, and whatnot might be similar to the present day works, which we think as completely original and splendid. Innocence because of ignorance of the works of the others may be considered as reason, but how can we dare say that the thing/work is original, if we neglect history?

I'm questioning out of curiosity.
And the rain suddenly stops, well, not my curiosity.

Tell me the difference.

I took Philosophical Analysis last semester and still, it haunts me.

Every one imposes question/s to everyone. Filled with doubt, by mere curiosity, exasperation, or with nonsensicality, people always try to ask something. In reality, humans LIKE to ask. They like to know whether the truth is true or not - if pOH = -log [OH^-], 1 + 1 = 2, or whether she's a she or not. Our natural inquisitiveness leads us to a path that we ourselves are uncertain. And if we were to receive answers, still we would resist embracing these and again, hurriedly answering back some questions. Either way, I see doubt.

Boom. 525, 600 minutes. 525, 600 questions to go.

Why do we need to watch that film? What is this? How is that possible? When will He come? Who and where is He? My life has always been marked by this Who-what-where-when-why-how type of question. I can't even imagine myself existing without these questions; or rather, I can't imagine myself writing this without the 5-W's and 1-H. [Talk about News writing.] And these questions even veil themselves, as if they were precious diamonds hiding from muggers. I see them everywhere: movies, pictures, objects, and much more in writing works. Despite some lacking the punctuation mark,?, that is placed at the end of the statement to indicate question, I see them by merely deciphering the article.

Verb: decipher di'sIfu(r) - read with difficulty (WordWeb, 2005)

Question is part of the structural context. Everything is RELATED to questions, and questions always have an effect. For example, in our Arts and Humanities - 7 class, we watched the movie Persepolis that is about the coming-of-age of Marjane Satrapi, the main character of the film. From a vantage point, while making the film, (assuming) the film crew might have asked themselves how they would present the film to the viewers, in a way that they (viewers) would understand each level/stage of the story. They might have used these questions as guide for viewers, i.e. made the question implicitly invisible, but for the viewers to decipher. As viewer, while watching, I tried to ask myself what was the story all about, and how was the story presented. Basically, the questions (inquisitiveness) teach us unconsciously, as we try to explore and search for answers. As we try to search for the meaning, or answers, we actually learn.

Another example is this web log. Before I started writing, I asked myself on what topic will I be writing. That started my journey. It was then followed by series of questions, which then led me here.

I remembered the method of Socrates in teaching his students like Plato: Socratic dialogue method. Follow this link: http://www.sfcp.org.uk/socratic_dialogue.htm

So tell me now, am I talking more about Philosophical Analysis, taking into account that my primary idea/ purpose while writing this is/is for my web log in Arts and Humanities 7? Tell me the difference. And I see now why it really led me here.

Consider this: In Buddhism, and in nature, EVERYTHING IS INTERRELATED.

Quote

"The only thing necessary for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing."
- Edmund Burke

Silver Nitrate my Ass.

10 reasons why I should imbibe several liters of 1 M Silver Nitrate (AgNO3: MW=169.87 g/mol) solution:

1. I am addicted to photography and Silver Nitrate or Ag salts are one of the light sensitive materials in paper photography.
2. Today is Saturday and today is my make-your-assignments-slash-no-social-life-for-you-today day.
3. Speaking of assignments, my lifetime partner, Friche Jay Rabaya, is still dormant (Where the hell is Friche?) and I can't finish my assignments in CHEM 32, PHYS 3.
4. I am so hungry, I could die.
5. My mind ceases to work.
6. This is what you get with Silver Nitrate spill:
7. I haven't received my semestral stipend; that makes me in straitened circumstances.
8. Sir * is so social, and I'm DISTURBED.
9. Since I am being bored by tediousness, I rather drink the said solution.
10. McDonald's Delivery Service isn't available here (also this: http://www.8mcdo.com/app/index/); I rather face the consequences.

General Mood:

Divine Intervention.

Kung ginagabi ako ng uwi last week dahil sa exams sa Math at Physics...
Ngayong week na'to, 7am pa lang, exam na!

Dahil diyan, I need some:
Yahoo!

Commemorating Kevin Carter's Death.

"The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist."
-Kevin Carter

14 months after capturing an image of a dying, suffering child, and a vulture waiting for its prey, received his Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography. 14 years after, and I am commemorating his death.

Few years back then, I received an e-mail with "strong picture" as subject. The e-mail had already been forwarded to many people, indicated by the many writings (e-mail addresses) attached to it. I was amazed, not only on the moral aspect that the bittersweet picture depicted, but also its candidness. The angle was perfect, as well as the time, the lights, and so on.

The e-mail.

Kevin Carter's famed photo."Seeking relief from the sight of masses of people starving to death, he wandered into the open bush. He heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering and saw a tiny girl trying to make her way to the feeding center. As he crouched to photograph her, a vulture landed in view. Careful not to disturb the bird, he positioned himself for the best possible image. He would later say he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. It did not, and after he took his photographs, he chased the bird away and watched as the little girl resumed her struggle. Afterward he sat under a tree, lit a cigarette, talked to God and cried. "He was depressed afterward," Silva recalls. "He kept saying he wanted to hug his daughter. (Scott MacLeod)"

Why, did he choose to leave this world? Didn't he like the fame, or did he think of it as something else (infamy)? The fame, the glory, etc. I am bedazzled.

But let me repeat the quote above: "The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist.".

Misery begets misery. Pain begets pain.

With millions (billions) of people moved by his remarkable photo and that were/are being reminded of our duty to be one or concerned with/towards humanity, Kevin Carter also showed to humankind the true essence and meaning of Life.

"This was found in his diary ,

Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that this boy was protected. Lord, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.

I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted."

See also this link (a film by Dan Krauss): The Death of Kevin Carter: Casualty of the Bang-bang Club

Today, Kevin Carter is an inspiration amongst people from all walks of life, not only for photographers. The telltale characteristic of humans made Kevin Carter a noble man, not only because of the felo-de-se event, but also for his photo that moved everyone of us.

Five,Singko.

Noon.
Anak: Mommy, look, may five stars ako galing kay Teacher!
Mommy: Wow anak, nagmana ka talaga kay Mommy! Dahil diyan, ibibili kita ng bagong dress.
Anak: Yehey!

Ngayon.
Anak: Mommy, tingnan mo binagyan ako ni Prof. ng singko. Ibibili mo na ba ako ng bagong damit?
Mommy: Langya. Bobo ka! Ang mahal mahal na nga tuition niyo...@)@*%(%@()!_!
Anak: ...