Hazy butterflies
Flying past my head
Tried to catch one
but I crushed it in my hand
Dead.
How will I catch you?
With my hazy sight
And blue lights
swirling round and round
My mind drifts away, into my own world.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Hazy
Hazy butterflies
Flying past my head
Tried to catch one
but I crushed it in my hand
Dead.
How will I catch you?
With my hazy sight
And blue lights
swirling round and round
My mind drifts away, into my own world.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Valentine Blues
Bawat araw sinusundan
'Di ka naman tumitingin
Ano'ng aking dapat gawin
- Kailan, MYMP*
Yes, this is a post about Valentine's Day, that most anticipated day in the month of February. Valentine's day is said to have a tragic origin. The Roman emperor, Claudius the Cruel, was said to have difficulties in recruiting young men for his army because these men didn't want to leave their sweethearts so he canceled all engagements and marriages in Rome. St. Valentine was a priest who secretly married the couples. He was caught and beheaded around February 14th, 270 B.C.
Regardless of its origin, V-Day has been one of the most celebrated days in a year. As someone who is single, its importance is somehow lost to me. But when I think hard about it, V-Day is a celebration of love - all kinds of love. Love for one's family, for one's work -- even unrequited love. But love shouldn't be just celebrated in one day. I think that everyday should be like Valentine's Day because you'll never know - one day you're here and then you wont be, and it's better that you've expressed how you feel and let your loved ones know you love them - V-Day or not.
Ano'ng aking dapat gawin
- Kailan, MYMP*
Yes, this is a post about Valentine's Day, that most anticipated day in the month of February. Valentine's day is said to have a tragic origin. The Roman emperor, Claudius the Cruel, was said to have difficulties in recruiting young men for his army because these men didn't want to leave their sweethearts so he canceled all engagements and marriages in Rome. St. Valentine was a priest who secretly married the couples. He was caught and beheaded around February 14th, 270 B.C.
Regardless of its origin, V-Day has been one of the most celebrated days in a year. As someone who is single, its importance is somehow lost to me. But when I think hard about it, V-Day is a celebration of love - all kinds of love. Love for one's family, for one's work -- even unrequited love. But love shouldn't be just celebrated in one day. I think that everyday should be like Valentine's Day because you'll never know - one day you're here and then you wont be, and it's better that you've expressed how you feel and let your loved ones know you love them - V-Day or not.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Would you donate an organ?
Me? I was thinking about it... and I admit it's not the most comforting thought. I was going home one night and I heard the topic on a radio show and yes, it got me thinking. Organ donation is no doubt a noble act/cause.
Years ago, we made a class paper on this subject - some sort of communication plan on how to promote organ donation. I remember bits and pieces of the paper but cannot quite bring to mind how we were going to convince people to donate.
It's such a big responsibility - donating an organ. Yes, donating might mean you're already dead by the time you become a donor. But look at it this way, you have to really take good care of your body if you want others to benefit from, err, your body parts. Again, it's not the most comforting thought for me but I'd like to do it someday (if my vital parts qualify). I remember the closing remark either the DJ or the guest speaker made (I really can't remember things), something like if your life didn't have much of a purpose, then let your death be purposeful by being an organ donor.
Years ago, we made a class paper on this subject - some sort of communication plan on how to promote organ donation. I remember bits and pieces of the paper but cannot quite bring to mind how we were going to convince people to donate.
It's such a big responsibility - donating an organ. Yes, donating might mean you're already dead by the time you become a donor. But look at it this way, you have to really take good care of your body if you want others to benefit from, err, your body parts. Again, it's not the most comforting thought for me but I'd like to do it someday (if my vital parts qualify). I remember the closing remark either the DJ or the guest speaker made (I really can't remember things), something like if your life didn't have much of a purpose, then let your death be purposeful by being an organ donor.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Blah
So far, my calendar is still full --- of meetings and deadlines. And here I am blogging, foregoing precious minutes I can use to polish a presentation or to cook up some analysis for some data.
I've been in this industry for almost four years now. The road has never been smooth, of course. I am not complaining - no one is. But somehow, sometimes I think of how it would be like to work on a less cerebral (for a lack of a better term) atmosphere. What if at the end of an eight-hour shift I can, actually, call it quits. Like I wouldn't have to think about work on weekends. Wouldn't it be nice to leave everything behind at the office after your work shift?
Don't get me wrong, I think I'm in the right job. I love brainstorming and making sense out of numbers. I like the perks that comes with all the clout this work can give you. But, of course, along with the perks, there comes the inevitable stress that sometimes you really feel like you just want to take a break for some time. I need "sanity breaks", just like everyone else. I need to not think, even on a temporary basis only.
I've been in this industry for almost four years now. The road has never been smooth, of course. I am not complaining - no one is. But somehow, sometimes I think of how it would be like to work on a less cerebral (for a lack of a better term) atmosphere. What if at the end of an eight-hour shift I can, actually, call it quits. Like I wouldn't have to think about work on weekends. Wouldn't it be nice to leave everything behind at the office after your work shift?
Don't get me wrong, I think I'm in the right job. I love brainstorming and making sense out of numbers. I like the perks that comes with all the clout this work can give you. But, of course, along with the perks, there comes the inevitable stress that sometimes you really feel like you just want to take a break for some time. I need "sanity breaks", just like everyone else. I need to not think, even on a temporary basis only.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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