fate & free will

just would like to note down one realization:

life is all about our choices.
whatever we choose, that is our fate.
so keep moving forward!

Fire!

Woke up late in the morning and when I went downstairs, my aunts were pleasantly discussing little everyday stuff.'course I joined in, breakfast slipping past my mind, we exchanged little pleasantries, little cutesy stuff about my young cousins and the not-so-young-uns.

Then we received a call.

It was Kuya Andy who picked up the phone. We knew it was urgent because he hurriedly ran down the stairs while putting on shorts and a shirt. He says his cousin called him to say there was Fire at their place. He then rushed out of the house and so did my aunts and uncle.

Everyone's in a frenzied state and I noticed I'm the only one frozen.
what to do?
I went to the porch and checked out the black smoke. Huge. The phone rang again and this time Ate Eva picked up the phone. It was my uncle's sister and she was crying for help. 'course Ate Eva became even more agitated after that. I think she rushed out to help too. I didn't notice.

I went outside and saw one of my aunts. She says her knees almost gave out and uncle told her to go back. We waited at the gate, watching people rush out, either to help out or to watch, I don't know. The neighbors from our compound were asking where the fire is, and apparently no one knew.

Finally the fire trucks arrived, in a short time I saw the black smoke become thinner and smaller. So that was good. I was asking if there were any damages or casualties. No one knew. Hopefully uncle and Kuya Andy would give us good news later.

For Starters

had no idea how hard it is to create a blog. geez.
all I wanted was to have a page of my own, you know, for my thoughts and blatherings haay
ah well this should do.

hey, how 'bout I post my new fave poem for starters?
don't feel like writing right now.
so, here goes.

Invictus
by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstances
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of change
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the year
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.