To be in a perpetual state of grief
To always sink into a mawkish abyss
Held back, thrust forward, ill-equipped, here-you-go
It was to read as a brief chapter
Now it seems to play as the theme of the whole tome
Tag: life
Poison the Well
I did not poison the well
I just wanted to have a drink of water
I may have overreached and
Better Guitar
At a work interview I was asked, “Tell me something about yourself that we do not know about you?” to which I fumbled the answer, big time, by hastily responding what could be inside my heart and launched recklessly to the top of my head “I’m a better guitar player than a card dealer!”
Now, of course, the worst thing that can happen to an interview is to turn it into an interrogation. Ideally you want to use this period to lift yourself up, sometimes you dig yourself a hole.
All I wanted to say was that I am better at being creative than being a cog in a machine.
Last Day
I first punched in at PAGCOR on March 25, 2004. Jumping in between call centers, PAGCOR dialed in to ask if I was still interested in pursuing a career as a card dealer. I wish I knew how I got in as the only one who survived the I.Q. test from a cast of 35. It made me feel that I accomplished something and was set to achieve more. On the first break of my first day on duty, I wanted to quit and go home. The job is too fast, too intense and yet too mundane to actually mean anything. Dealing feels like you’re perpetually chipping away at this thick boulder with small ball peen hammer and a 4 inch concrete nail. Eventually, you’ll break your will first before you break the rock.
It’s Free to Feed Your Soul
The struggle between good and evil has been going silently for occupation of my soul for the last 13 years every time I pass by Padre Burgos Ave. It is a chronic heartfelt intention to visit the National Museum; a prayer that always gets drowned out by the reality that spending 3 hours in traffic just to get to the Philippine senate’s former august halls (when they used to define august, one may say) and view an elitist time capsule may not be worth a day off.
This time I have kids, whom I may have spoiled enough to articulate a strong opinion
Premium
I ride the UV Express to work because I’m beginning to think that the stress that Manila traffic entails can be life shortening and may easily be quantified like a stick of cigarette (1 stick = -5mins of your life; 1hour stuck in traffic = losing half a day of sanity, something like that). Of course, driving in your own car is an insulation from all harm and comfort is what one primarily sacrifices when taking public transport. Especially if you choose to be crammed with 18 others in a tin can that can fit 14 comfortably. In the end, you are not paying for a fee just to get to your destination, you are paying for a leg room.
The Homeshored Lotophagi
This may seem familiar… But you are not going to understand… No matter how willing… Ajar be the mind or cupped be the hand…
A Life Genius (To Be Called Lazarus)
If it was a plan to challenge life
To give him everything it got
He succeeded
If it was a plan to drink life
Good to the last drop
He did it
In The Name
I confessed my sin one time on the Morning show of Mo Twister and Sam Oh. Their topic of discussion was about that hint of regret in naming a child. It’s a tricky task that has a lifetime of ramifications. Mo named his youngest daughter ”Amsterdam”,
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