I was set to 'kill time' in school today. Made sure my journal was packed neatly in my bag. But lo and behold, as I was set to write, my lovely pen was nowhere in sight, thus the silly prose poetry. Tsk.
Woe to the Writer
by: RJ
Woe to the writer who is caught without a pen,
When the train of thought starts flowing
He's but a helpless, crying baby in a hungry lion's den.
How else will he appease upset dragons breathing fire?
How can his words satisfy this insatiable desire?
How else will he rationalize, hypothesize or theorize
Streams of musings that go swiftly in between blinks of his eyes?
In earnest ramblings of metaphors? Pitiful twists, ironies in disarray?
In incomprehensible assertions -- all that cause the reader sure dismay.
The writer caught without a pen,
like a naked soldier amidst a fierce battle
Is left to either run, hide or foolishly surrender.
What to do then, pray tell, when all you have is the 'here and now'
And when neither yesterday nor tomorrow will ever soothe you somehow?
When there is no time to waste searching for an elusive pen
Lest the ideas before you fly in haste like silly men.
How does a writer write when mere fingers can barely make a line?
When what's in your head is sure to leave you in no time.
Woe indeed to the writer caught without his trusty pal,
When words come raining on a summer day's lull.
If he misses this chance, this one perfect trine,
Tomorrow might pass him without passion or rhyme.
How will he pocket letters, mix and match, confound and clarify?
When nothing seems a blessing but these words from on high?
Such waste of time, such waste of thought,
Such moving tragedy for a struggling, stupid moth.
A loss indeed, a loss in need.
For what glory does a knight have
apart from his noble steed?
Videos and photos of Nacionalista Party and Manny Villar's campaign kickoff in Calamba, Laguna.
Today is day one of the official campaign period for national elections in May 2010. All roads leading to the main venue of Banga Plaza were decked with orange ribbons, flags and campaign posters. The venue itself which is the common poster area in Calamba was decorated with posters of the Nacionalista Party's senatorial slate. Wowowee TV show host Willie Revillame arrived around 5pm. The event was hosted by Wowowee's Valerie Concepcion and Raymond Gutierrez of GMA 7. Other performers who came to entertain the crowd were singers Yeng Constantino and Bugoy.
Villar's viral campaign jingle "Naging Mahirap" plays in the background alternatively with another jingle "Akala Mo".
That supposed "vote-buying" photo published on the frontpage of the Philippine Daily Inquirer yesterday is funny at best and cheap at worst. I will have to agree with Erap's spokesperson, Margaux Salcedo's comment -- "Get real."
If the cost of a vote can go as high as P500 on election day, then why would anyone think that Erap is "vote-buying" in that recent campaign sortie in Tondo, Manila. It could well be considered alms if you ask me. That's what politicians think we poor dumb voters need anyway -- alms . It's demeaning because we never needed alms. All we need are competent leaders. But I guess that's too much to ask for. Or maybe we haven't been working hard enough.
So if you want to charge him with something, maybe you can invoke the "Anti-Mendicancy" law. Lame.
I could not even say for sure if if that "tightly-rolled paper" is money. But if it is, who cares?
COMELEC? Jimenez himself said that "it's nothing" and yes it is! It's nothing because when the SC ruled that there is no such thing as electioneering prior to the official national campaign period which starts next month, we relinquished our right to complain about "catchy" informercials, building-sized tarpaulins and whatever else that this multi-billion peso campaign fiesta is generating and will generate further as we near the 2010 elections.
You, the voter? After the same also ruled that there is NO NEED for a current government official (who is a candidate for the upcoming elections) to vacate his/her post prior to elections we abandoned our claim to being "swindled" by smooth-talking trapos who may well be "cooking us in our own lard".
We want to complain but can we?
We want to claim our right to clean, transparent and honest elections but do we, after all this non-vigilance and complacency deserve it?
How much is your vote?Or better still, how much does that one vote mean to you? You don't have to tell me. Tell that to your kids.
When they go asking you for food you cannot provide. When they go asking you why they're not in school. When they, as adults end up slaving-off in some hostile country so far way from home in exchange for meager salary, if you can even call it salary -- tell it to them.
Tell them how much your vote costs and you'll never have to answer a tougher question from them for the rest of their vote-bought lives.
Our present -- this life we now live and everything that's in it is not ours. It is a borrowed life -- from our children, from our grandchildren. Don't think that we can just squander it as we please. We will have to return it someday. I know we can't return it now in its pristine state, specially because we've been careless and irresponsible with it most times. But please, let's pledge to return it "mended" if not whole.
You wouldn't sell your kids or their future. I bet you wouldn't even want to sell yours. Don't sell your votes. Vote-buying is illegal and immoral but more importantly, it's stupid. Period.
"Like a comet blazing 'cross the evening sky gone too soon... shiny and sparkly and splendidly bright... here one day gone one night..." -- Gone Too Soon, Michael Jackson
I want to slap my face for every star that fell last night and the other night that I missed -- the Leonid, and now, the Geminid -- all gone in a day or two. My fault entirely. I knew exactly when they'll show up, I knew exactly what to do to see them but I missed the fireworks for sleep and other matters in a span of hours I couldn't even account for. Continue reading →
What's love got to do with it? Everything. What's culture got to do with it? Everything. Love is love. We may express it in myriad ways, but we all feel the same high and the same low it brings. Photo credits: @virb
Many people wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
When I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
The joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palms of my hands,
the need for my care.
Because I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother and all your mothers
And my grandmothers and your grandmothers
And my great grandmothers and your greats
And my great greats
And yours
And all you women
And Me!
This site is offsetting all electricity use with wind-generated Renewable Energy Certificates which prevent the release of 2,660 metric tons of carbon dioxide from entering the atmosphere each year.That’s equivalent to planting nearly 2,390 acres of trees, or removing 510 cars from the road. Reinforcing my commitment to combating climate change.
What's love got to do with it? Everything. What's culture got to do with it? Everything. Love is love. We may express it in myriad ways, but we all feel the same high and the same low it brings. Photo credits: 
Loading ...
