A Poem as Lovely as aTree

Gad, I can never stay at one blog, can I? Anyway. My oldish-new blog is located here at nekostupendous. My own persoanl blog - and by gad, I all the matters holy and sacred to me, I am staying put at two blogs!

Just two, and that's a promise!

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Underneath the Pale Moonlight

The previous entry down there was actually started December 22, 2005, and was finished today, January 1, 2006. Stupid date, I couldn't get it fixed. Ah well. On with the show!

Shadows of the Undead cover the Way beyond
into the darkest of all Realms
A Guidance to the shining Temple of Thee,
oh mightiest and most lustful of all Queens
Gleaming Emeralds enlighten my Path
in these precious Halls of dark - sexual Beauty
The River of Tears is floating in Silence beneath
Her ("my") Throne now filled through my Despair as well
Whilst I kneel down

New Year's Resolution

New day... New night... New year... Ah yes, the much awaited event of 2005 passed by like a thief in the night... I told myself, "what the heck! Its 2006 already???" I really wish I could still feel christmas the same way I use to feel it when I was just a child. Indeed christmas and new year's eve passed by like a normal saturday night, but one thing made my christmas special... I finally get to be with my mahal in baguio even though the trip sucked because the place sucked and there are a lot of stubborn kids running around the creepy house, screaming their lungs out. I know they're just kids... And no I don't have a bad childhood... I just hate the darn placed we stayed in... Anyway, even if the vacation trip sucked... I still enjoyed it because I'm with my mahal!

2006...

Thinking that 2005 has ended makes me feel that annoying feeling I always have when I'm still in grade school, "Wah! Vacation is over! Back to school again! T.T" Although I know I'm not going to any school... Or at least I know I'm not going to any boring class...

Anyway... I need to move on and act my age and finally be serious in finding a job! I will find a job even if it is in a call center (which is listed at the bottom of my job list)...

Well mahal called... that's it for today I guess...

I love you mahal! Muah!

Chinny Chin Chin!

This morning, on my way to work in Libis, I sent a message to my mahal. The content goes like this:

Mahal, mataba na ba ako? (Mahal, am I fat?)

His reply: Okay lang, mataba rin naman ako. (It's okay, I'm also fat.)

I freaked out, I tell you. I mean, for the last 22 years in my life here on earth, I've never been told I'm fat or sentences pertaining to that. And here is my better half, saying I am just by reading between the lines! I'm reduced to a blubbering mass of goo, I tell you!

No wonder my clothes doesn't fit that well anymore. (Read: clothes that are baggy in places that matter) I keep noticing that my unmentionables are somewhat tight now in my upper bumper - which makes mahal happy, of course. Unfortunately, no matter how much encouragement I give, my lower bumper sadly remains the same. So I may not be as flat as a washboard in front, but I am in the back, which makes it hard to shop for better fitting clothes.

Ah well. In actuality, after much consideration (read: contemplation while washing the dishes over the holidays, heh), I realized I liked my figure now. I just need to shave off excess weight in my tummy-slash-waist area. I practically have no curves now - being my waist the same width as my bust. So, one of my two New Year's Resolution is to go run in the mornings before work or continue my badminton routine every Tuesdays and Thursdays, which I stopped in doing recently due to end of year deadlines. I never do New Year's Resolution stuff (last was when I was still in my earlier years of High School), but this two things are an exception, because these are things that really needs to be done.

Meaning, I need to start pulling my weight. Literally and figuratively.

Moving along, I had a great time in Baguio. It was just so sad that I had to go home - without my mahal at that. It was frickin' cold- it was December, after all. Whenever we went out (usually at parks and stuff - actually didn't care, mahal and I was waay to busy stuffing our mouths, heh) I had to wear almost three layers of clothes - with a bonnet, which mahal bought for me. What really irked me was I couldn't take a bath as much as I wanted to - not unless I want to turn into an ice sculpture inside the bathroom.

Speaking of bathrooms, I almost forgot. During our first morning there, it turned out there was a frickin' Peeping Tom while the ladies were taking their baths. Me included. Ah gad, let me tell you, I quietly freaked out! That was my first experience of being peeped upon, and it wasn't pretty. It was a good thing that it wasn't me that discovered the freak. Because if it was me, I would've screamed the house down, then proceeded to hunt that sorry freak to the ends of Earth and beat the hell out of him before handing him over to mahal.

As it is, it was Ate Beck who discovered him, screaming inside the bathroom before realizing nobody could hear and poking her head outside the bathroom and screaming to everyone that there was, indeed, a Peeping Tom.

Man oh man.

"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. The house of straw fell down and the wolf ate up the first little pig.

Christmas Party Madness

Well!

Haven't you noticed I usually start my entry with well? Hehe. Don't ask me why I do that, I actually have no idea why. Its probably (probably, I repeat,) due to the fact that I almost always never know what I'm going to write into the entry, never mind the fact that when I type in my uid and pwd into the login page, I have a vague topic bouncing around my brain unit. Take for example, for this entry:

Me: [typing the username and password] Hmn. Why don't I write about the endless parade of Christmas parties here in my office? That would be a good topic..

-a few seconds later-

Well!

Haven't you noticed I usually start my entry with well? Hehe...Do...

Me: [surprised] Where did that came from?!


See what I mean? Its the same way with my stories. I think about writing this and that, but end up writing about those instead. So in a way, writing an outline of my plot waaaay before actually sitting down and wiritng helps. A lot. And more often than not, sitting down and letting the words flow out of me instead of studying and criticizing every letter that comes out results in a masterpiece. Its only after I read it from top to bottom and polish it off that I realize that hey, it actually is a good piece!

Also, writing while listening to music, be it Gregorian chant or punk or emo or hard rock or whatever really helps sets the mood and tone of my piece. I remember intending to write a feel-good Sailormoon fan fiction while listening to Escaflowne: Girl in Gaiea soundtrack, but ended up with a morose, dark fiction full of death and misery. Gah. Talk about surprised when I started to read it.

Of course, that piece never made it online. I opted not to publish it on fiction press or even in fanfictiondotnet because, like I said, it ended up entirely too dark for my liking. Same goes for my other pieces that I never did finish, still rotting away in my home pc's hard drive.

Anyway. Again, against my will, I ended up reading her journal. Maybe it's the nosiness in me, I don't know. But I ended up feeling nothing at all, not even when she mention me. I guess everything's dead now, even with at least 3-4 years of friendship. Even if really don't understand why grasping the concept of "he's-yours-I-didn't-even-want-him-to-be-mine-in-the-first-place" is too alien for her. Or maybe she just wanted a scapegoat to blame for their spats. Or maybe she just wanted to romaticize the whole damn thing and needed a antagonist to finish their so-called love story.

All this thinking about that is seriously making my head ache.

Moving on (I just wanted to get that off my chest), last night I attended Sun Cellular's Department party at Jade Palace, located at Ortigas. Sadly enough, I didn't get any prizes - what can I say, a Jacinto has chronic un-luckiness when it comes to raffles and what-not. Although I was, weirdly enough, entered in the Ms. NetOps category (I hesitate calling it a pageant - it implies that idea that I'm actually that beautiful enough to enter in a pageant) and ended up being one of the finalists. Why I ended up being one is beyond me. Of course, I didn't win. Tough luck, I could've used that Php 1,000.00 gift certificate.

Before that, there was a company party at Crowne Plaza (right behind Robinsons Galleria at Ortigas) last Friday, December 16, 2005. I didn't attend, the social animal that I am. Poor Joy though, she could've won that washing machine had Ms. Girlie realized that the person she was talking to (Ms. Joy herself) was the winner. Well, maybe next time, as they always say. And before that was the Ericsson-Sun Cellular Christmas Party, held at the Tavern at the Square in Greenbelt 3. Needless to say, I didn't attend. I was too busy here at Libis, hard at work and swimming with the papers.

And tomorrow, there's the office party (just us girls) at Ms. Ruby's house in San Juan. Wow. I ca hardly call myself anti-social anymore, because next week, for the days 26-28, I would be at Baguio, for my mahal's annual family trip.

Damn, that's one killer party sched.

A Side note:If you would notice, my opening and middle lines have nothing to do with the topic near the end. This gives proof that I'm actually scatterbrained and although I look like I'm thinking deep, I'm actually just thinking shit sometimes. Heh.