To Slumberland

I listen to these when I can't sleep.

1. Ride by Vapour Trail

2. Head Over Heels by Digital Daggers

3. Give Me Love (Acoustic) by Ed Sheeran

4. I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz

5. Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye ft. Kimbra

6. Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars

7. I Miss You by Incubus

8. Guarded by Kevin Daniel

9. The Hardest Part by Coldplay

10. So Far Away by Bamboo

P.S. This serves as my brokenhearted playlist at times. The titles alone could give you a hint. *wink*

The Happy Pills

Since my first major heartbreak, I have always wondered what would it be like if happy pills exist; the ones you get over the counter, pop in your mouth and voila, you are happy in an instant. I don't know if there really are pills like those but in my side of the earth, I haven't came across with those yet. Or maybe I have been, that is why I don't need those kind of pills anymore.

And yes I think I might have been. I thought of what Claire gave us after her 21st birthday celebration over bottles of beer and videoke. A tiny corked bottle and in it were pills with faces drawn on the surface. Claire said it is her simple thank you gift (ironic, eh?) to us, ABBCD (Alyssa-Bea-Bessie*-Claire-Danica). Inside each pill was a little piece of paper with handwritten notes.

2011 was a good year for me, partly because I was reconnected to these people. This made me realize that though happiness is a choice and I can be happy on my own, I also have my human happy pills for back up-- those that I can call, meet or tweet whenever and wherever. And I hope that wherever we ought to go after college, the connection would still be there, tight as always.

*Bessie = Prince

Something Sent

And so I had the guts (or should I say the lack of doing more sensible things) to open my long been abandoned email account.  I had shifted to another provider since the email address of the first is jerkiness overload, which is understandable because I was a young, naive lass back when I signed up for it; first year high school, I think. Haha. Okay, to cut the long story short, I stumbled upon this in my mail's sent items folder -- a reflection from Plato's The Apology I wrote back in my college sophomore year for my Philosophy 1 class. I know it's not much but writing regarding a more serious topic is rare for me these days. I miss writing. I just don't know if it misses me back.

“I am conscious that I am not wise, although I am wiser than some men because I at least know this truth about myself” –Socrates.

            Innocence brings no fear. Those who know that they do not have any knowledge to boast for are far wiser than those who boast of knowledge they do not know. Innocence brings confidence in what one speaks—for no one knows what absolute truth is.

            Human beings are known for having the supreme ability to think among all living things, thus, this gave them a lot of opening to think, rethink, and rethink of ideas and thoughts among themselves. Primarily, those ideas give them their own self-beliefs and principles to hold on to.  They believed those thoughts give them wisdom, hence, it gives them power or edge among others who doesn’t have. But I doubt that—for no one knows if what he says or believes is certain and absolute.         

            Socrates knew that he knew nothing: he knew nothing that is certain; he knew nothing that is absolute. And knowing that he does not know those things make him wise, very wise. If one could only know and accept things that he knows and things he do not, then he can have a vision of how wise he is.

            We know nothing of death according to Socrates, and therefore it is irrational to fear it. How appealing to know a man who does not fear death. We do not know what absolute things will happen after our death but then, we continuously fear it. It is what we believed—or merely what is thought to us. As one thought pierce deeply into the mind of one, it takes a lifetime to suck it all out.