What happened to the tv?

While working on the rape-murder case, I tried some different approach to solving the crime. I tried calling for the soul of the dead to help me solve the crime. I scanned my books. Then I came across some knowledge regarding the communication with the dead. I prepared everything... then went on with the ritual.
The first try was frustrating. Nothing happened. I tried it again. But nothing. The third try, I sensed a presence from outside my window. I recognized it was the girl who was raped and murdered. I tried convincing her to get inside the room so that I can communicate well with me. But she hid from the plants, just outside my window. She's a bit hesitated. Shy.
I asked her to give me some signs. She gave me three clues... a "buri" hat... a store... water...
I also did some automatic writing.
After finishing with the ritual, I tried to make some sense with the scribbles on paper. But I can hardly comprehend it... except for the small letter "a" or "g" at the center of the scribbles.
The next morning, I went into the crime scene.

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You maybe wondering about the title... A day after the ritual, my tv (which is located near the window) just stopped working. No picture. I then realized that there was some surge of energy during the time of the ritual... I kept quiet for how many days how my television got busted. My father kept on asking me what I did. I just kept silent. Then when he brought the tv to the shop, he said that most of the parts need to be replaced because it was burned. I then confess that I may have done something... Then... to make the story short... I am forbidden to do some rituals or any magic stuff in my room. I moved my stuff at our dirty kitchen at the back.

Crime after the festival

I was surprised one day when one of our neighbors came asking for my help. I talked to them about the case. According to the story, their relative, a 2nd year high school student, was found dead. She was raped and murdered. I accepted the case and arranged to visit the crime scene.

I am more than just a smoke in the ether...

Some people always think that I have no talent but just my psychic skills... Sometimes it can be deceiving... Amidst all of those things I am known for, I still have some few tricks on my sleeves...




This is me, singing "Careless Whisper" with the school band during the New Comers' Day.

A celebration of new friendship

A new school year had started... There were old acquaintances... There were new ones. The school celebrated the New Comer's Day to formal welcome the new students of the school.
Of course, our band had presented a number. Since our lead guitarist and soloist already graduated last year, we need new talents to replace them... Instead of having a new talent perform, I decided to let the old members to do the intermission. We still have our rhythm guitarist and bit box player... And I performed as the soloist... (This is just a one time deal)...
I sang "Careless Whisper"... everyone was very happy to see me doing the "macho dancing thing"... hhmmm... that means students had already seen the controversial sex scandal videos.

I'm back

It had been awhile since I updated my journal. It is so hard looking for connections here.

Now that I enrolled for my Master's Degree... Incidentally, the school has a wifi connection. So I can be online every saturday.

Thanks to Bert for sending me the camera and netbook. I can now reach out to out friends... and hopefully share my knowledge to everyone regularly.

Keep posted.

Aurora during late afternoon

The Cat and the Frog