Saturday, August 05, 2006
ramblings 1
the sun's rays can't get through
to warm my chilled mind.
i am numb.
and almost all will has left me.
when do all the troubles end?
i know.
they do not.
and so i fear.
i fear what may come today. tomorrow.
...we can be happy?
...we can strive and achieve the goals we set?
...there are no bounds to what we can reach?
but happiness is so arbitrary and relative
and so fleeting.
and striving towards goals is not a certainty
that those goals will be achieved.
and possibilities are not limitless
but hampered by who you know and what you know.
and if more troubles come
what then?
tomorrow is a question no one can answer.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
a good evening
Last week i watched "Ang Aksidenteng Kamatayan ng Isang Anarkista". It was the Filipino translation of the play written by Dario Fo.
The actors were really great, although the best one was the one who played the part of The Maniac. He certainly got (and kept) my attention. The other actors, although possessing the confidence and talent for stage, in truth, paled before the mastery of the craft that was displayed by this actor.
All in all it was an enjoyable evening. Only two things marred my enjoyment. The first one was having had to watch the play with an audience of college freshmen who hardly understood the Filipino language (I spyed one student who was stealthily peering at her english-tagalog dictionary!). Could they have understood the essence of the play? Anyway that was the second thing that bothered me. The message, like an aftertaste, did not go down pleasantly. The fact that this play, written based on events in Milan in 1969, was translated (and fitted so snugly) into the Philippine language and culture certainly implies that cover-ups, scandals and the like existed and still exists. No amount of grandiose projects, altered economic indicators and high-paid PR agencies can belie the sad and sorry state we are in.
As the Maniac said, "We are already buried neck-deep in garbage. That is why we walk with head held high."
The actors were really great, although the best one was the one who played the part of The Maniac. He certainly got (and kept) my attention. The other actors, although possessing the confidence and talent for stage, in truth, paled before the mastery of the craft that was displayed by this actor.
All in all it was an enjoyable evening. Only two things marred my enjoyment. The first one was having had to watch the play with an audience of college freshmen who hardly understood the Filipino language (I spyed one student who was stealthily peering at her english-tagalog dictionary!). Could they have understood the essence of the play? Anyway that was the second thing that bothered me. The message, like an aftertaste, did not go down pleasantly. The fact that this play, written based on events in Milan in 1969, was translated (and fitted so snugly) into the Philippine language and culture certainly implies that cover-ups, scandals and the like existed and still exists. No amount of grandiose projects, altered economic indicators and high-paid PR agencies can belie the sad and sorry state we are in.
As the Maniac said, "We are already buried neck-deep in garbage. That is why we walk with head held high."
Thursday, July 27, 2006
procrastination
oh no!!!
i really should focus on work today.
deadlines!deadlines!deadlines!
..i have to finish everything!!!
today!!!
argghh...
somebody should remind me not to procrastinate..
no.
i should have reminded myself not to procrastinate.
do the tasks at once.
do it now.
i should have those words printed in size 66, times new roman and hung in front of the computer.
i really should focus on work today.
deadlines!deadlines!deadlines!
..i have to finish everything!!!
today!!!
argghh...
somebody should remind me not to procrastinate..
no.
i should have reminded myself not to procrastinate.
do the tasks at once.
do it now.
i should have those words printed in size 66, times new roman and hung in front of the computer.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
patience
the kid has really been teaching me the real meaning of the word patience.
arrgghh...
the "look" has lost its effect.
the kid just smiles at me or just doesn't mind me.
grrr...
hmmm...when this kid gets a little bit older...
hah!
my time will come...doo-bi-doobi-doo-hmmmm
gloomy day
raining again.
why is it that when i plan on posting a few words it turns out to be a rainy day?
hah! does this mean that writing for me is sad and gloomy?
typhoon glenda has really been full of wind and rain, classes have been suspended. again.
so for two days now, the kid here has been running around, giving me a non-stop commentary on what pinky said (her toy bear) and what cuddly is doing (her toy poodle). the kid's supply in the imagination department doesn't seem to be depleted, no matter how much stories she dishes out.
hmm..to be kid once more. bah.
well, just one retort to that.
gloom on.
why is it that when i plan on posting a few words it turns out to be a rainy day?
hah! does this mean that writing for me is sad and gloomy?
typhoon glenda has really been full of wind and rain, classes have been suspended. again.
so for two days now, the kid here has been running around, giving me a non-stop commentary on what pinky said (her toy bear) and what cuddly is doing (her toy poodle). the kid's supply in the imagination department doesn't seem to be depleted, no matter how much stories she dishes out.
hmm..to be kid once more. bah.
well, just one retort to that.
gloom on.
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