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I  was strucked by the idea that I would, more likely, encounter crimes in every existence of my life but at first, it was a capital mistake to think that. We live in a world cycling life and death. Our lives are not revolving into crimes only, itself. Sa tagalog, hindi tayo nabubuhay nang nasasaksihan ang mga krimen araw-araw. Meaning, crimes are unexpected. Imposibleng paggising mo sa umaga, inaabangan mo na kaagad ang bagay na inaasahan mong tatambad sa iyo. Hindi porke at ginusto mong magkaroon ng krimen sa araw na ito, ay bigla na lamang itong susulpot; pagbibigyan ang kahilingan mo. Crimes are like life. Each cases or stories are fated to have its end. Only God knows what end that is.

At iyon ang dahilan kung bakit tigang na tigang na akong sumulpot muli ang excitement na naranasan ko lamang noong last week, nang imbestigahan namin ni Henry ang so-called, 'pretentious suicide case'.

After the incident, I'm back to my original business. I solve still. Though what I solve isn't about cases, crimes and such. Rather, I solve some unapplicable physics and non-significant mathematics. Saan ka naman makakakita ng taong wawaldasin ang pera para sa limampung piraso ng pakwan? Ng sasakyang mas mabilis pa sa fastest animal sa mundo? Ng taong iso-solve ang velocity ng bola upang ma-shoot niya ito sa basketball ring? Some problems doesn't make sense. It's impossible na may taong maghuhulog ng piso sa sahig upang malaman lang ang final velocity ng free fall nito. The more complex the lectures are, the nonsense the application is.

There isn't any thrill in studying. Siguro, ang nakaka-experience lamang ng thrill na ito ay yaong mga taong handang makipagsaksakan para sa grades. Of course, people will applaud if you became the genius above stupidities. That's why school is a competional-challenging game. Ang matira, matibay. You'll do everything to reach top. School isn't a place where you learn. It is a place where you wash your weapons before striking into the battlefield of war; against your professors, the system and your fellow competitors.

Hindi porke at dahil sa rason na ito, hindi na ako mag-aaral. I still study. But I only take note of things that are of importance, those that can basically help me in striving on earth. Hindi na siguro nakapagtataka na naka-three out of forty-five ako sa quiz namin sa physics kanina. Hindi ako nakinig ng lesson dahil hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin maiugnay ang relasyon ng graphing, trigonometric identities at pythagorean theorem sa buhay ko.

Maybe I oppose the system. 'Cause if I were to change it, tatanggalin ko ang exams. It only test our memorization, not learning. Mas gusto ko pa nga ang tests sa edukasyong pagpapakatao, they're out for reasoning at talagang magagamit mo sa totoong buhay.

Pasado alas-singko na ng hapon. Palubog na ang haring araw na pinapaligiran ng kulay kahel na langit. Pabalik na ako ng apartment mula sa eskwelahang kapita-pitagan ko. Metro pa ang layo ko pero tumambad na sa akin ang lumang kabuuan ng establisyementong aking tinitirhan. As I can visibly view the whole, I can't help but notice a medium-sized male standing beside the apartment's entrance. He's holding something which I guess was a cup for he puts it in his mouth, acting like he drinks from it.

I walked to my companion who enjoys his coffee despite na maraming tao ang dumadaan at pinagtitinginan siya. He's standing graciously, not minding anyone while legs are crossed and displaying the coffee with its saucer on one of his hands. Of course, it's weird for ordinary people to see that. Saan ka naman makakakita ng taong umiinom ng kape sa tabi ng kalsada habang naka-de kwatro nang nakatayo? Idagdag pa ang mga nakatulalang mata nito.

I decided to past unto him dahil inakala kong masyadong malalim ang iniisip niya para mapansin ako, but then he greeted, "People think I'm crazy."