I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Rain Check
August 19, 2007Track: Where Does the Time Go? By Julia Fordham
they're all dead,
those beautiful women
of intellect,
they're all dead,
they chose life,
now they're dead.
they chose living,
now they're dead poets,
they chose death,
now they're dead.
Title: (untitled)
Date: c. 1996
Haven't had time updating my blog because of the recent move to another company. I am training in Makati and since I live in Fairview, I need to give myself no less than 2 hours of travel time by bus to Ayala Avenue, Makati. I get home at around 9.15. I give myself an hour before sleeping and the next day, at 5.30am, I am up again. Whew! I promise to update this more often as soon as I have settled in my production schedule! So miss blogging my heart out!
I know I promised to write about my toys, my feelings leaving my previous company. Now I also have to write about my new colleagues!
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