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
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!
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