361 “And Then There Were None” (A Novel by Agatha Christie)

My friend lent me a book about a detective fiction the year that was 2008. A magnificent work by Agatha Christie, published first in UK under the title of Ten Little Niggers. A very tricky puzzle, mind-twisting plot and impeccably planned murders in an isolated island, And Then There Were None is also known for the title Ten Little Indians.

I used to be a fan of gore and morbid books (photos and movies as well) so she thought I might like it—and yes, I did. It was one of the best books I’ve read. In fact, I saved a copy of the rhyme* from which the scheme of the crime was based and the manuscript document written by the brilliant killer stating how he ingeniously conceptualized, planned and did the murder-by-murder carnage.

According to Wikipedia, the novel has been acknowledged for being the world’s best-selling mystery and the seventh most popular book of all time. It has been also adapted into several plays, films and video game.

*Ten Little Indians
(also Ten Little Niggers, Ten Little Soldiers)

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.

Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

This post was originally posted in my Facebook timeline on June 24, 2009.

93 Re: Frame of Mind

Instantly, thoughts overflowed my mind as I read Daily Prompt’s Frame of Mind; blogging and painting—amongst those that interest me.

 

Modern Mona Lisa, a contemporary version of da Vinci’s self-portrait, renders acceptance with herself and adaptation to change. Her smile depicts happiness and contentment whilst bravely facing challenges ahead. A work of art which started since she was born, gradually revealing clearer image of herself as the world continuously revolves. Painted on a canvas, it shall be hanged in an exhibit’s wall, sooner the color will fade, by and by will be forgotten.

 

90 An Invitation from Corregidor

A tadpole-shaped island in the Philippines visited by local and foreign tourists because of its historical importance during World War II, Corregidor has always fascinated me of its after-wrath inscriptions.  The memorial, which used to be a battleground that has claimed many lives of Filipino, American and Japanese soldiers, holds structures and sculptures that tell more than a million stories of each departed soul.

Here is an invitation from this humble island to communicate the present from the past. What comes to your mind whenever you see such meaningful phrase(s)?

Corregidor

 

74 Re: Fifty-Word Inspiration

Response to Daily Prompt’s Fifty-Word Inspiration:

A fifty-word writing challenge which compressed the words but not the ideas. Took time to shorten the thoughts.

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Nine months, you arrived
First smile, tears in my eyes
Said “Dada,” melted my heart
First steps, we walked hand in hand
These never will I forget
I don’t know how to give you the best
Locked behind bars
Until when, nobody knows
A world full of doubt
Nobody understands.

75 Lost

My hands are yearning to sketch

My soul is longing to search

Aching to write, my restless mind thinks

To express its feelings, my heart never skips a beat.

 

Everything I want to do

To start, I know not how to

I will explode if it ain’t done

All the ideas now begone.

 

Finding who I am

I am who I’m not

Wake me up in this dream

Jack of all trades, master of none.

141 Re: Breathing Room

Response to Daily Prompt’s Breathing Room:

“An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?”

 Breathing 03 Room

 

Magical –
as a night sky full of stars;
Over the night –
gone in the sun light;
Added room –
library of my own
Run in the rain, fly a kite
One at a time, the irony of life
Not more than three
is what I am allowed
Family, work, money
nothing is easy
Dream of the future
but present is reality
When life is at stake
you just want to escape
Read a book –
enter somebody else’s nook
When all seems to break
you just want to take a break
Come, bring nothing
but heart, mind and soul
Silence, keep me forever
My breathing room, my shelter.

 

364 I Had A Boss

02 I Had A Boss

One rainy Sunday afternoon, the cold weather set my mood and so I was able to write this.

 

I had Boss A soon as I finished college
He used to teach and he also loves to preach
He is a man of wisdom, he has great knowledge
He values his family and only to God he fears.

 

I had Boss A and he made me an apprentice
I learned so much and developed my skills
I enjoyed work and pushed myself harder
I laughed, I cried, to me he was the best mentor.

 

I had Boss A, whom we adored and respected
Till it came to my mind that we’re always neglected
All of the hard work was never appreciated
The organization’s success, we never benefited…

 

I had Boss B who is very optimistic
He encourages people, he makes us believe
I had Boss B who is very energetic
He never ran out of idea even when he lacks sleep.

 

I had Boss B and he gave me an opportunity
I had the best of my career that others would envy
Work became my home, desk became my bed
With Boss B, computer became my bestfriend.

 

I had Boss B, I thought we celebrated success together
Would you stay still if even water he cannot share?
I had Boss B, with him our efforts became meaningless
Soon as I realized that to him, people should be treated as slaves…

 

I had Boss C who seemed to be care free
He is very generous, money is so easy
You’ll be surprised when you get to know him
Not only he treats you as a colleague, but as a family.

 

I had Boss C first before Boss B
But I didn’t think twice to go back to Boss C
He cares less if you’re late or early
He cares more as he said so of productivity.

 

I had Boss C who everyone loves
But of course, not as much as his wife does
Now all of you may want to have a boss like mine
But hey, it used to be “I had” ’cause now, it’s “I have.”

 

First published on September 15, 2013 in my Facebook timeline.

202 December Kills

Driven by the sorrow when the person closest to my heart left. I hope she will not get mad at me when she sees this.

01 December Kills

I wrote this tagalog poem in 2011 using a different blog account which I created just for her.

 

Ito ang ikatlong araw mula nang ika’y umalis
Taglay mong kalayaan kinuhang kaybilis
Hatid sa iyo’y kapanabikan sa mundong di pa nasilayan
Hatid sa ami’y kalungkutan nitong iyong paglisan.

 

Bakit tila bigla kang nagbago?
Bakit ang lahat ay pinagpalit mo?
Bakit yaring panandaliang kaligayahan
Ang pinili kaysa iyong kinabukasan?

 

Ngayong darating na kapaskuhan
Ang aming prinsesa, o nasaan?
Puso namin anong kay panglaw
Kaysakit tanggapin, sa kaligayahan ay uhaw.

 

Sa iyong pag-alis, mundo’y tumigil sa pag-ikot
Pait ng luha, dulot sa ami’y matinding takot
Tanging hiling, ika’y Kanyang gabayan
Tanging hiling, iyong kaligtasan.

 

Wala nang papalit sa sayang dulot ng iyong ngiti
Kahit anong regalo wala ni isang makahihigit
Makita kang maligaya, o anong tuwa!
Ngunit pumanaw ang Pasko ngayong ika’y wala.

 

Aking inakala, Pasko’y nagbibigay saya
Subalit ako pala’y nagkamali, ngayon alam ko na
Isang matalim na sandata, itinarak sa aming puso
Pinatay mo, o Pasko! Buhay nami’y tuluyan nang huminto.

 

First published on December 11, 2011 3:00pm at evilsister’s blog.