Tag: prolific nonsense propagator

If You Must Loathe Yourself

 

Self-loathing is a trademarked attribute associated not exclusive to me. This path is taken not for the want to be liked but for the want to find a way to like the existing self. There’s no need to expound on motivation any further, as by doing so only subject us to teeter a tightrope that always lead to a tragic fall midway into the pit of ignorance. The imbalance is caused by ignorance, as it tries to qualify an elitist, divisive and corrosive pursuit to brandishing some semblance of uniqueness or establish an exclusive club.

Instead, I wish to explore why

Better Guitar

Fender Strat Fiesta Red
“Oh my joy… Only you deserve conceit…”

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.

I Still Have to Water the Plants

 The Empty Room

<p>I walk slowly
Slowly into
To your empty room

All thoughts of you come flooding in

I close my eyes
Open my heart
Calling out your ghost

You are nowhere near my truth

I’d stay, but more like left behind
I’d stay and water the plants

I remember you telling me
I can wake up late
Saturdays til noon

Sweep the yard at dawn
Come back to bed

Still, I’d have to water the plants
I’d stay and water the plants…

It’s Free to Feed Your Soul

Lectores de Palabras Perdidas, Saul Hofilena, Dan Aguilar
Troll leaders’ training – “Lectores de Palabras Perdidas”, the HoCus exhibit at the National Museum

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

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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.