Monthly Archives: November 2014



Unrequited love.

That probably is the most excruciating feeling a teenager can have.

That– or maybe unrequited crush?

But how can we really measure infatuation? Is there even such a feeling? Aren’t you in love one way or another when you say ‘I am infatuated with?’; because really, infatuation means an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.

We cannot measure our feelings, that is for sure.

Love or infatuation cannot be expressed in grams, ounces, pint, gallon. One could try.. “I love you in grams!” or “I love you in gallons!” But it still would not make much sense would it?

So before you go labeling the emotions you have for someone, know this…

You cannot be affected by anyone you do not share any feelings with. (Or in teen vocabulary.. you can’t love or hate someone who you do not give a fck about.)

Just like a book…never judge a person’s feelings; never judge the intensity of how someone feels, because you will never ever walk their shoes.


The Third Law


Newton states that, “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

When put in that way it seem relatively easy to understand. It is just a concept of physics; a subject forcing us to learn about forces and energies.

The Physics classroom website explains it further though, it defines force as a push or a pull that acts upon an object as a result of its interaction with another object. Forces result from interactions! According to Newton, whenever objects A and B interact with each other, they exert forces upon each other.These two forces are called action and reaction forces.

But where am I really getting at?

I was sitting quietly, relieving the anxiousness I got from speaking my heart out regarding a topic up for debate in a particular class when a certain seatmate of mine from that particular class suddenly asked me…

“What if we are just reliving this lifetime?”

That hit me like a ton of rocks. Isn’t that just the million-dollar question?

What if we already lived this lifetime, this reality? What if this is the hundredth time or so that we so desperately tried to survive the same life that we have today? What if?

A lot of questions surged through my mind, leaving me breathless and gasping- not for air but for questions lying beneath ancient book binds and century old castle ruins. The possibilities are endless. I mean, there is nothing much certain about the universe. Although carbon dating suggests that the earth is 4.54 billion years old and archaeologists along with other scientists claim that there can be no human life on earth that far back into the past, we still do not know for sure if that is the real case because we were not there! Scientists are so keen on revealing the footprints of past creatures so they can walk the earth in that time that they tend to forget to reveal our- the humans’ past. We just readily embraced the theory that humans somehow popped out of nowhere as a result of genetic adaptation and mutation. Science is full of accepted facts and theories because humans are afraid of uncertainties, they are afraid of not knowing the unknown.

But, it is time to immerse ourselves into the void of speculations and the taboos of science. It is time to join the two together: science and legends. For where will people gain the knowledge about tear-drop babies or witches or magical princes and princesses or levitating objects but from natural occurring events that they experienced?

A legend has a root of truth in them which somehow in the years that came, evolved into something else; something more of a belief and a fairy tale. The fact still stands, people of much old times do not yet have the ability to come up with characters so vivid with powers because they are still starting their cognitive development which basically is dependent only to their environment. To make it simpler, nothing is original, everything in this world is an imitation and an evolution of the past. So, the scribes and other writers of the past that we think made up stories might not have made them up because then they would be breaking tradition; and as we know, humans- especially those from the past are afraid of risking of breaking free from traditions because they will be lost.

Now we go to the concept of ‘Reincarnation.’ We got past the fact that legends have a root of truth in them, even if it is just the size of a mere seed, they still carry the truth. So what if we give in further to this insanity and ponder the mysteries of reincarnation.

“For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.”
—The Bhagavad-Gita (The Divine Song of God) 2:20

The context above is an excerpt from the Holy text of the Hindus about 700 B.C.into the past. As you can see, it talks about a soul that is eternal. Ideally, a wandering soul may one way or another seek a way to go back into the circle of life; because seriously, what is our real purpose but to survive right?

A claim still stands, reincarnation or the process of transmigration may be real, no evidence suggests it but what if the reason behind this mystery is because it is happening now-as I type here- in a fast rate (because let us face it, birth and death rates are somehow on par with each other) and in utmost secrecy and is in its divinity that we just do not have the ability and the divine understanding to grasp this as the reality of realities?

It does not matter how much effort scientists and us common folks give in order to increase the percentage of our minds to activate. As long as we do not overcome the barriers separating us from what is real and what is a myth or a legend, we will still be living in a reality of continued discovering and dying. We will still be doing ‘science’ and be narrow-minded people who are afraid to give in to the possibility or probability that the things we deem as not ‘scientifically proven’ may be the truth. We are afraid of being wrong and being overwhelmed.

So what are these things that I am spewing out have in relation to the Third Law of equal and opposite reactions?

Well, get ready.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

We know that already, but as Hatake Kakashi says, “look underneath the underneath.” There is something missing about this concept, a word to better describe the product of the two reactions… the consequence.

Consequence only means a result of an action.

What if the forces in our lives are the past and the future? What if we are reliving this reality through the taboo of science, the legend about Rebirths or Reincarnations? What if the past is actually our past in this same lifetime but we do not know that because time is eternal and the only true unit of measure; and the past and the future are happening right now in a fast pace that we overlook and do not see it because it is happening too fast?

If this is real, then we are the consequence. We are the products of the force exerted by our own past and future selves. We are the ones that complete the analogy of force interactions.

So if reincarnations are happening and already has happened before, then it is no wonder why the present has slowed down and allowed us to live with new memories in tact. It may be seen as a challenge to perfect the life that you have, but then again no one is perfect. Maybe we, as the consequence or the effect, are the only flaws in the space and time continuum.

The Fire in Me (a Naruto Tribute)


I come from a non-ninja family, and I can honestly say it is very peaceful.

My parents are non ninjas but they do encounter ninjas in a regular basis. You see my mom, well she’s the legendary pharmacist in all of the Five Nations; and my dad, oh well do not get me started on my dad, he is the greatest detective in all of Konohagakure no sato. Well, that is after the annihilation of the Uchiha Clan. He is the most trusted security of our Hokage, Tsunade-sama.

Seeing as both jobs of my parents required a really tough schedule, they had nothing to do but bring me to their work. For some, the school is their second home, or their friends’ house; but for me, it is the hospital and the police department.

At a very young age I have been exposed to the hectic life of a ninja. I became friends with more ninjas than common folks because of my parents’ job. I saw how they are fighting so hard to keep our village safe, even if it meant laying their lives in the process. I gotta say, I admire them. I want to have the courage and bravery that the ninjas have- I love the feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins. These are the reasons why I chose to become one myself.

My cousins want to become accountants, businessmen, doctors. I want to be a doctor too, but I also want to be out there. I want to know what it is like in the real world; where a single miscalculation can lead to my demise. I love the organization and amazing sixth sense of ninjas. I want to be a ninja- a medic-nin to be specific.

I am a girl of her words, I am a very passionate person. So at seven years old, I convinced my parents to enroll me in the Ninja Academy.

Saying it was hard would be a lie. It was like murder.

I was murdering my beliefs about saving people’s lives, and I was about to end my life by forcing myself to be as fast, to be as strong as my other classmates. In short, I was mentally and physically strained.

I was jealous of my other classmates, they all have it go naturally for them because they are from Ninja Clans. They have these powerful special jutsus suited perfectly for them because of their bloodlines. They were geniuses to me and yet they still think of themselves as the total opposite. But one particular student whose eyes seem to drown with unshed tears and broken promises was on top us all.

He possesses the most powerful doujutsu called Sharingan. He is the most handsome amongst our grade (probably generation) and has the brains to boot! He is Uchiha Sasuke-san from the famed Uchiha Clan, murdered by his brother way back before I even came here.

Where have I heard this fact you ask? Well, they are one of the most elite clans in our village and probably the whole Five NAtions as well. Also, my daddy works for his dad at the Military Police Corps and I have seen him (Sasuke-san) at the department when I was about four.

But no, fortunately I did not fall for his ‘I-am-rude-and-angsty-because-my-brother-killed-my-clan-but-I-am-handsome-so-it-doesn’t-matter’ attitude. Although I can totally see that 98% of the girls in school are his fangirls (the other 2% includes me and Hyuga Hinata-sama and some other female senseis), including the lovely and super duper smart Haruno Sakura-chan who is a lot like me because she did not come from any ninja clan either, but she excels when it comes to Academics and mind manipulation jutsus or Genjutsus.

I am a very quiet yet inquisitive young girl so I happen to notice everyone around me. Yep, I even see the Choji’s hidden chips stash bemeath his chair’s floorboard, or Shino-san’s bugs clinging to almost all my classmates’ clothes- but not on mine because he knows I know (all thanks to my dad’s detective genes HA!).

Anyways, there is also this weird kid with the bluest blue eyes with glowing yellow hair with the weirdest 3 pairs of whiskers that I have ever seen in my entire life. Oh, he loves to prank also- the prankster in all of Konoha- I like to call him. He is Uzumaki Naruto-kun, he is like my first and only friend, aside from Sakura-chan and Hinata-sama or Hinata-chan as she insisted me to call her. Everyone hold a grudge on him especially Sasuke-san. although maybe I should blame Naruto-kun on that because he was the one who proclaimed that they are rivals after he heard that Saku-chan likes Sasuke-san. Oh boy, now Hinata-chan’s all sad about it.

I grew up with them- the Rookie nine. I took the Chunin exams with them but unfortunately failed on my first try because well, I have to say our generation of Genins have got to have the meanest and like awesomest-est (if there’s even a word) staminas and jutsus when fighting. I learned to aim a kunai for the kill, I learned to manipulate my chakra and give the meanest and most badass kick and punch ever! I began to love the adrenaline rush and the bloodshed that I forgot the cause of why I even decided to be a ninja. And that was what led me to fail that first Chunin exam. Well, that and because of the interruption of the ninjas from Sunagakure no sato, but I am not going to go to details on that.

As years went by, I saw each of my classmates suffer emotionally and physically.

Uchiha Sasuke-san left the Hidden village and joined the pedophile and part of the Sanin Orochinmaru- the teammate of Hokage Tsunade-sama. I saw the destruction and devastation of Sasuke-san’s departure. It affected all of my batch. But as the saying goes, life eventually moves on.

After a year I finally passed my Chunin exams and went on to med-nin school at Sunagakure (our villages are at peace now.) I also learned the art from Sakura-chan and Conferences held by Tsunade-sama and Shizune-san. Naruto-kun left for a few years to train with the thrid sanin Jiraiya-sama, and it was like Rookie nine went their separate ways to grow- even if they should have been together during those times. Life sucks like that though.

Anyways, I learned to not rely on my dysfunctional batch and met some new friends of my own. I take missions of B rank also but my parents would not let me go for A- rank ones so I just honored them with that. Either way, I was also the second in command at the Konohagakure Hospital after Sakura-chan because she is like the apprentice of the famous Tsunade-sama. With everything going on, I can say Kami-sama has blessed me.

All is well, until that fateful day when Pein decided to attack the village. It was very stressful for me and my co-medics because the entire village sought us. Pein left destruction and havoc, and I was so scared I thought Konoha was no more.

But that is nothing compared to the Ninja War. For the first time I disobeyed my parents’ wishes and volunteered to be sent out at the Red Zone of the battlefield to tend to soldiers of the Ninja Alliance and replace weary medic-nins positioned there. Just my luck that Sakura-chan was the one supervising the Area, when I got there she embraced me and gave me a tour around the Medical Zone a-k-a Red Zone. Ninjas patrolled around the area on a regular basis and were so strict of the people going in and out of there. It was an assurance to my parents that I was going to be safe there.

Two weeks in and I can already feel the exhaustion up to my bones. I was always out of chakra by the time I let my head hit the pillows; I reek of blood and sweat and tears. I always felt so devastated and such a failure everytime a ninja dies under my trained hands; seeing complete strangers, with families waiting and hoping for their safe arrival back at home, let out that last ragged breath is heartbreaking.

I seem to find myself sitting under a cherry blossom tree near the lake at the Red Zone, staring at my reflection and wondering when have I become a person of bloodshed.

Can I change the world with what I am doing as a medic-nin? The answer is no. I know that. I understand how reality works. In this life, in this reality, I am a nameless medic whose sole purpose is to stitch ninjas up so they can be sent to die for sure. My purpose is to give ninjas a vague sense of hope that they will live through this war.

Every day spent here I lose my hope that peace can be attained. I mean, look at where the promises of peace of old Kages brought us to.

Peace leaves destruction in its wake; for you can never have peace without going into war against the people who have other notions of peace. IT is the exact example of ‘an eye for an eye.’

But then, I think to myself, I am not in the worst condition to quit. If I quit, will I change the world? No. If I stay, will I better the chances of us winning this war? No.

However, I will be a strong ninja, I will strive, I will kill, I will live and I will die for my precious people. So if in the end, we loose the war, the fire will live on.

The remaining people of the Hidden Villages will have people to look up to. The fire to escape the clutches of this evil Madara and escape pretenses of perfection will keep on burning inside the hearts of the people I-we will die for. No one can kill the flame.

So what I did, I held my head high, I pushed away the tears and strengthened my resolve to keep on fighting. I might hate the bloodshed that comes once you become a ninja, but I will alwauys have courage and bravery and Kami-sama.

Days passed by, weeks passed by until I do not even know what is happening, Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto-chan, Uchiha Sasuke-san,Haruno Sakura-san and Hatake Kakashi-sensei managed to kill Princess Kaguya. I do not know how she came to be once again, for my days were spent on rebuilding the hospital, mending broken bones, and rekindling family love.

But, what I do know is…the flame that burns within will never ever die.