A Road That Never Ends

In California, there once was a road known by most locals as the Never Ending Road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. Now, twenty years later, the landscape of Corona has changed, and the Never Ending Road is no more. However, years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed to never end when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen from again.

The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. One night, like many teens my age, I drove up Lester Road, but only a short distance, and in my headlights it did look like it went on forever. Frightened, I quickly turned around, because if I continued up the road, I thought I might never return again.

Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at its end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bodies of the victims still strapped to their seats.

To My Readers (Also for my Creative Writing Teacher)

-THIS POST IS TO NOTIFY THAT IT IS THE THIRD QUARTER OF MY BLOG FOR THE YEAR-

So you see this blog is actually part of a school project that I’ve started this June (obviously) and so these past few weeks I was not able to make new blog posts (sorry about that). If you did not quite get it yet, yes, I am currently a student. A junior high to be exact, at Manila Science High School. And yes, for those of you who didn’t study geography or just happen to forget about it, Manila is in the Philippines. If you don’t know where Philippines is then you have a problem. Go get some sunlight sweetheart, talk to people, read some news.

And finally for my Teacher, Ms. Abby Pariente (Hello! :D) This marks the beginning of my THIRD QUARTER BLOGS (^_^)!

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not just doing this because it’s a school requirement. In actuality, this is an elective subject. Meaning I had other choices for the electives slot such as… uhh… well I don’t really remember what the other electives are, nor do I care. Anyway, it’s just to tell you guys, my readers (I know you’re there *wink*) that it’s my passion to write. I may not be very skilled at it but it is something I love doing and something that I hope I will be able to do for the rest of my life. That’s all 🙂 .

A Week After Torment

Hey there friends,

Its been like, i don’t know, two weeks? since I last posted. If any of you were waiting (which i think none would since who reads my “cr*p” anyway) sorry for the wait. I was sick (apparently my Temporomandibular Joint is misaligned which caused difficulty in talking, eating, yawning, and has also caused me migraines. Its been a week after the Quarterly Exams and being a highschool student, I haven’t mastered the art of Time Management.

Speaking of time management, i know a lot of you guys have it a handful as well. An at times like these, you just have to let go. Not let go as in just let it all go and not give two f*cks about your problems or whatever is weighing you down. Let go as in relax yourself for a minute. Think about life, think about what you have done until now. Then ask yourself, “Am I happy?” If your answer is yes, well then that means you are a masochist and that you like abusing yourself.

That was a joke. (yeah bad right?)

If you answered yes, then continue your path for it makes you happy, but if you answered no, then you have to change something, because something is wrong. Don’t change what you are doing, but change how you see it is done. Look for a new perspective. Look for a new angle, that might make you happy, because in this life, we cannot choose what we are given. We can only accept it. Therefore it is up to us to see things in a better and brighter way than they are given to us.

Spare me for my preachings, peace out.

My Music, My Life

music_is_my_life_2_by_lietingadiena

When someone says, “name something that can’t be stolen from you,” knowledge immediately comes into mind, but for me, it’s a whole different thing.

When I was a child, the way my brain works is different from everyone else. I wasn’t really a kid. I didn’t like cartoons, I didn’t like child talk. I was a pretty serious guy. So when they asked me about what can’t be stolen from me, they thought I’d answer something like “my favorite food” or “my favorite blanket.” But no, I didn’t answer any of those, and instead I said “my genitals.”

Just kidding 🙂

I answered “Who I am.” And I swear, the look in their faces were hilarious. As if either I’ve gone mad or I’m not in the right body. It was a few years later that I confirmed that I indeed AM in my right body, but that topic will have to be tackled next time. Anyways, so Who am I? I tried to answer this question on my other blog post. If you haven’t seen it, go check it out, it’s boring I promise. Now back to the question. My answer to that is, “I am Kenshin. Would you like me to define “Kenshin?” It is a collective word for all that is related to me.”

So you might be wondering, where the !@#% is Music, I mean, it’s in the title goddam… oops, shouldn’t use God’s name in profanity. It’s in the title, Kendammnit… okay that was bad. Moving on. You see, part of Kenshin, part of me, is Music. It’s on of the fundamental things that make me who I am. My music. As you can see, I am not a master of words. To be honest, I’m not even proud of my writing at all. But my music, is something I am proud of. It may not be the best, but it is where I can pour out my emotions without hesitation. When I play the piano, it feels as if I am transported into my own world where I can be free.

My music is my life. No one can take it away from me for it is mine, and mine alone. It is for others to hear but not for others to take. And as long as there is music in my life, I will not cease to exist.

“Iron Samurai”

cropped-ws_samurai_artwork_1920x10801.jpgOkay so you all might be wondering why the blog is named Iron Samurai. Well, to be honest, I don’t really know. It was just random I guess, since this is a personal blog i made it somewhat related to me, not that I am a samurai cause its actually my great great great grandfather i think… anyways, TRUE reason why i chose The Iron Samurai is because SteamEngine, my pen name, was for some odd reason, taken by someone else and that I had to add numbers and stuff, and I don’t like numbers in links.

Alright so now you know whats behind the name Iron Samurai, its not really something special and no, its not because I was forced to (somehow) use this name. I actually like it. And as I stated earlier, it is related to me since my real name is Kenshin. But thats a whole other story. Till next time…

First’s

Since this will be my first blog post in a while, I guess it is fitting to write about first time experiences or first’s. Why are first’s very valuable? Why are they something we remember? For example, first impressions, first times, or literally anything you have never done. I think its because of the fact that seeing something new amazes us. And once it has already been registered into our long term memory, it is something that we never forget. For me the first thing ever I said was Denkyu or light bulb in Nihongo. You see, first’s are something that we should value and shouldn’t forget, because it is already a part of us. Like this blog post! Haha, i bet you didn’t see that one coming. 🙂