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
Melancholy
October 25, 2007Morrissey - Dear God Please Help Me
Today I found myself reading the poetry of Alfred Yuson, one poem has the title Whoever Found My Yesterdays. I loved the title I love the poem. It made me melancholic. Plus, my player was on Morrisey's "Dear God Please Help Me". Click on the link for Yuson's poem, it will open a new Window or tab, then come back here and play the track. See if it has the same mood for you.
Stellar Sleeping
Sundays - Here's Where the Story Ends
pen & paper
estranged,
word, mind, heart & meaning,
silenced & solemn,
bowed & bound.
when none can be offered,
yet one is awaited,
i will be your poetry for the day.
Title: I Will Be Your Poetry for the Day
Date: c. March 2006
There are things that can really make you feel unwanted at work. One is a boss who has made a comment about you that "busi-busihan lang naman yan". And that will make you feel so incompetent that it will affect the way you see your job…
Then one day you see that same boss….
I have often told myself that when worse comes to worst, if I can't respect my boss, at least respect the office he holds. Tsk. Tsk… One call center I know fired an Operations Manager because an agent was able to get a picture of the former sleeping on the job.
Well, I hope this boss of mine succeeds in getting the promotion he wants. Then the floor can function again…
Sino to?
October 22, 2007
Frou Frou - Holding Out for A Hero
Okay, I will again break tradition in so far as this blog is concerned and won't start with a poem. I just want to be visual for today by showing you a picture.
These two pictures were taken on October 17 on my way to our temporary office in Makati. I boarded a bus going to Ayala and this man boarded at Kamias and took off at Cubao.
Now why is here on my blog? Well, because when the "kundoktor" was ready to take his fare, he flashed his LTO ID, meaning he does not want to pay as he is with the government office.
I usually hate the bus drivers and "kundoktor" for taking the Crossing Ibabaw route and taking too long to leave Ortigas but at this instance, I empathized with the "kundoktor" who showed the face of utter frustration for not being able to collect from this man.
Too bad I was not able to get his name otherwise I would have sent this photo with his name to the LTO higher ups!
… as if they would care!
GA to SK
October 8, 2007As you can see, this blog has become empty in the past month. I was so busy with work that upon reaching home, I just turn on the PC, check my email then go straight to sleep. The routine has even created a slightly embarrassing issue at home that my Dad had told me that I have been spending less time with my Mom. Which is unfortunately true as I go straight to my room when I get home. To surf! Sheeesh!
I had hoped that this blog would be a showcase (?) of my writings from my college days, those poems that I wrote way back in college, then add that to my musings today about my life in general. I even put in music to complete the mood. But lately, even if I have so many stories to tell, I just don't have the energy. I am hoping I can bring that energy to write again in the next couple of weeks as we move to our new location to Cubao, where commute time is considerably lesser. For now, I just store in my cellphone the topics that I have long wanted to write on my blog.
Hope to see you soon!





