It’s a chicken and egg thing. Does my music dictate my feelings or do my feelings determine my music? Either way, here’s what’s been on the deck for more than a week now:
Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap
Silent All These Years by Tori Amos
Echo by Vertical Horizon
The Scientist by Coldplay.
Early morning or late at night at the office sans caffeneited sanity, I listen to these songs and feel myself being drawn inside… I want out.
Come sit with me, let’s obfuscate
Hollow words, let emanate
Debunk, demystify, denigrate
Huling araw ko ngayon sa trabahong ito.
Kasabay ng pagbubunyi sa pagkalas sa tanikala ng TESDA ay ang pagkamatay ng ilang mga pananaw na matagal kong pinanghawakan.
Ito na ang pagkilala na maaring hindi ang pamahalaan ang pinakamainam na instrumento sa pagbabago ng lipunan. Maaring ang sistemang ito, sa kanyang kasalukuyang kalagayan ay hindi sapat…
Mabuti nga bang umalis ng maaga at alamin ang alternatibo kaysa gumaya sa libo libong umasa at nabigo sa pagbabago?
Digital code shot through network ficer ops
pierced my mobile phone
Light from broken led and crystal transformed
the pulse reaches source:
vibra on sends the body to shiver
High pitched screams ecstatic release
Oh, yes! Message received.
Still here at the office with Charlyn it’s already 11:55 in the evening.
We are overworked and underpaid.
If now continues forever, and forever begins hereinafter…
Nothing else matters….only you and your promise of laughter.
You drop your pick up lines
like they were two a dime
You ask me how i am,
can we go out to dine?
You do this all thru text,
as if it were some jest.
Is this really your best?
Boy i am not impressed.
Coz you are just a toad,
who can’t afford to load.
I’m restless again. We were supposed to be heroes…we were supposed to change the world…
Instead here we are desperately trying to cope with the thousands of small disjointed everyday stuff, just barely breaking through the enormity of what we ought to do.
I’m thinking of a prank, it’s my substitute for a bullet and a gun.
I had so much fun watching Ms. M try to find out what’s wrong with her PC when i changed her IP address. But i can’t do that again.
I’m thinking of moving all our supplies out of the stock room. That would be fun, but it would require a lot of preparation…plus i think it’s a punishable offense. Would it be worth the laugh?
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Tita Chong suggested i put something icky inside the ref but it might kill somebody (coz, we know some people would eat anything). I’m thinking of throwing away all the tapes so we won’t have to do transcription…such a midless time consuming task.
a little bird
lands on the
shoulder of
my soul
chirping
endlessly
to annoy
forcing open
long closed doors
boiling bloody vapors
to my core
peeling down
walls long based,
throwing rocks
on my blockades
’til at last, i’m about to break
almost close to human state
then its stopped
its little chirps
i’m back to savage state
brutal thirst cannot be slaked
that’s because i am awake.
