Sugar Coated World

Suicide Is A Daily Agenda

2012-01-28T06:39:00.000-08:00

Suicide Is A Daily Agenda
by Roy dela Cruz

It never fails
Part of my consciousness
From the time I rise up
‘til I shut my eyes again

The nearest exit
Always beckoning me
To take the escape route
And end all these pains

I am still fortunate
That sanity still prevails
Take control of myself
And see this through the end

But it never really fails
Like a daily agenda
I hope I can stand my ground
Fight the urge to surrender

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October 27, 2011
11:57 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

What does "not yet ready" really mean?

2011-11-06T18:22:00.000-08:00

"I'm not yet ready"

What does that phrase really mean? I've been hearing it quite too often lately… and it's irritating. When does a girl mean when she says she's "not yet ready."

Does it mean…
- "actually, I could use a little diversion except that you're not just my type"
- "you could be good… just give me some time, say… two years to never"
- "I'm not really looking right now, so why don't you be a bee and buzz off!"
- "I'm not ready and that's just that. Do not complicate things further, okay? They're already harder as they are now."

And so on… and so forth…

Doesn't make sense really, to me at least.

Don't bother. Nothing makes sense to me anyway.

A Poet's Curse

2011-10-24T15:59:00.000-07:00

A Poet's Curse
by Roy dela Cruz

Verses don't just happen
They don't float in the air
And picked up by the poet
To be pasted on his paper

They are dug deep within
The core of the poet's soul
So you sometimes hear a faint heartbeat
As you read each and every verse

Yes, each line of the poem
Is a part of the poet's pain
A parcel of his being
Or even the core of his existence

Such is the curse of the poet
To go through all those pains
And breathe out through verses
All the pains that have been felt

Verses don't just happen
They are part of a poet's curse

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Roy
October 23, 2011
9:27 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

Kill Me Now!

2011-10-08T03:19:00.000-07:00

Kill Me Now!
by Roy dela Cruz

Kill me now!
Let go of that guillotine
It's been hanging above my head
for too long
Why prolong the agony?
The anticipation
is worse than the pain
Haven't I suffered enough?
Do you really find joy
in seeing me suffering?
What have I done?
Can't you grant one last favor?
Put an end to all of these
Now!

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Roy
September 7, 2011
6:00 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

I Resign

2011-09-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

I Resign
by Roy dela Cruz

I've pushed pawns
Jumped like a knight
Even made connections
With towers and bishops

But no matter how I try
I just can't win the game
I blinked after I've moved
And found myself at the losing end

I have made sacrifices
One too many
But they always end up
Blunders that killed me

I can't go on always losing
I'm really tired of playing
And so I toppled my king
There's no sense in fighting

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Roy
September 7, 2011
7:05 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

Empty pockets of a poet

2011-08-29T20:22:00.000-07:00

Empty pockets of a poet
by Roy dela Cruz

bills are due
tuitions too
wait!
I need to write a poem

can life's worries
be vanished in verses?
nope
not a chance!

at least I was able
to do something
from something where
I can't do anything

verses don't pay bills
money does
I got too much of one
and none of the other

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Roy
August 29, 2011
8:15 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

Online discount coupons

2011-08-27T19:02:00.000-07:00

I have not really tried buying anything online, yet. But there were times I was curious and would really want to try it. However, I am very much weary. You know, safety and security concerns. Is it really safe? Right now, I am contemplating to buy shoes online and so I searched the net for any site or information about it.

My searched led me to the Zappos shoes coupons which allows me to shop for shoes online and get a discount too. Like I said, I never tried shopping online, and the concerns and fear never waned. Maybe for a start, I would be starting to buy small ticket items, and of course, get them at discounted price too. Which could be the best motivation for me to finally give in to online shopping.

So I searched about Zappos.com coupons to see the discount rates and find out if there are other items that could be bought at a discount too. Was glad to see that there was a discount as high as 50% for shoes! Looks like I could finally get something nice for me and not feel guilty about it.

I would need to explore on it more though. And of course, try to check if Paypal payments are accepted, because that is the only way I can pay online. At least, that would make me feel safe because I would not be divulging any bank or credit card details.

I looked at the mirror...

2011-07-09T03:38:00.000-07:00

I looked at the mirror
and I didn’t like what I see

Battles encountered along the journey
Reflect on the lines on the face
Golden linings upon the crown
Show the travel wasn’t a light one
And the eyes… the eyes speak
More than what the lips dare say

All of these can be hidden
By a jovial mask
A robe of achievements
And a tough armor of apathy

But once all alone
And all pretensions gone
The dragging of the feet continues
As fatigue starts to set in

I looked at the mirror
And I didn’t like what I see
While everybody can be fooled
Unfortunately, mirrors…
… mirrors don’t lie

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Roy
July 9, 2011
5:40 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

One-night stand

2011-05-29T04:26:00.000-07:00

And just for a night
I was bigger than my shadow

It felt good to be loved

Everybody wants to be near
or even just get a glimpse

It felt good to be loved

Flashes coming from all sides
as I pasted that requested smile

It felt good to be loved

Overwhelming, is just too pale
to describe the sensation then

It felt good to be loved

The evening halts... morning came
and suddenly, it was all too quiet

Yes, everything is back to normal

But at least, for a single night
I was able to experience the dream

And it felt good to be loved

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Roy
May 28, 2011
1:10 p.m.
Cubao, Quezon City
Philippines

*written the day after the book launching

Empty shells of accomplishments

2011-04-23T21:51:00.001-07:00

If all of these were only happening four or five years ago, I would have been the happiest man, because I would have beside me the proudest wife there would be in the world.

I knew she would been have happy and proud. I just knew she would.

But now, all of these seem bare and empty.

True, I am enjoying the accolades… the acknowledgments… the affirmations.

Honestly, I don’t understand why I tarried… why it took me so long.

Now, things that I only used to dream of are within my reach.

I should be happy.

I am, actually. To be honest, I am.

But once nighttime sets and silence prevails… the truth shouts itself… I am alone.

With no one to share all these accomplishments with… with no one beside me who would have been proud… for she’s already in another place.

Going on, I must. Because such is the norms of life... to continue the trek, to go on with the journey… and continue to accomplish more… accomplishments that all seem like shells – colorful and attractive… yet empty.

Looking for online discounts

2011-04-12T08:56:00.000-07:00

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Best Online Coupons is one site where you can lots of online discount coupons. They are affiliated with lots of online stores, and offer a long lists of discount coupons. For hobbyist or those who love their cars and vehicles so much, you can check the website for Tire Rack discount code or Tire Rack coupon codes, both will get you discounts from online stores offering tire rack.

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Last night was painful...

2011-04-06T09:53:00.000-07:00

Last night was painful. I had another bout with the flu. I was literally crying in pain because every joint in my body ached. And the softest wind brought me chills and even more pain.

It’s like I was not myself last night. It seemed I was talking nonsense, as I was crying in pain. But I knew I was calling out to my wife last night, calling on her to take care of me like she used to do. It was painful, all over. She was the only one I knew who can make me well.

Of course, I know that is impossible. Because no matter how hard I cry nor how loud I call, she won’t be coming back.

But what made it even more painful was that my son left the house to be with his friends, even if I asked him not to leave because I wasn’t feeling well. I’m not mad at him, I understand him… but it was painful, very painful.

As I was crying in pain, I can’t help but think if I’m such a bad father. I wanted my family to be intact. For my kids to look after each other when I’m gone. For them not to put anyone before their siblings. But it looked like I failed.

My son came home early, though. That I have to appreciate.

But last night was really painful… very, very painful.

Looking for more online opportunities

2011-03-30T18:39:00.000-07:00

I have always been searching for online opportunities, even before by blogging days. I have tried paid online forums and also those pay per click marketing that many of my online buddies have been spreading buzz about. Some of them are actually true, but I learned early on that nothing was really easy. I have always believed on the saying, "If something seems to be too good to be true, most probably, it is."

But that should not be enough to discourage one from searching online opportunities. One has to be really patient though, if he wants to find them. It is not easy, like what I said, nothing is really easy. As for me, I found my "money bag" so to speak in blogging... writing that is. It does not really bring me fortunes as other bloggers make, or claim to make. It does keep afloat, though.

From time to time, I still get back on those paid forums or pay-per-click opportunities, especially during bouts with writer's block.

If you are looking for online opportunities, find out which one works best for you. There are other online affiliates marketing as well. Be sure to read the details, especially the "fine prints" and study if you can really do them. Some takes time, but if you are patient enough to learn, you can thrive on those online money-making schemes.

May this not be something serious

2011-03-28T03:28:00.000-07:00

A recurring fever that is gone one day, and then back again in less than a week's time. A feeling of being sleepy after a few minutes in front of the computer, and a tingling pain in my wrist everytime I operate my mouse. And I didn't mention yet the cough and the cold... and headache too.

Psychological? I hope so.

It's not good. And the more I become aware of it, it really doesn't feel good. I remember on my last visit at the hospital last January, I had a 150/100 BP (or was it 150/90?).

Have a check-up would be the most reasonable answer. I know it is. But back in January, I was employed, I had health card. I didn't pay a single centavo. Now, unemployed and all, why would I want to waste good money on the doctors? Especially now that I have two kids graduating, one in elementary and one in high school. Soon, would follow the enrollment of three kids.

Honestly, I am down to my last few bucks, and I really do not see any windfall coming anytime soon. Fact is, after the graduations of my two kids, we could just go home and have dinner like it was an ordinary night.

Blame me, as if I am not doing anything!

Why a gray REFLECTION?

2011-03-16T09:48:00.000-07:00

I could have chosen a different color, a livelier one.

Or I could have chosen the more formal color of black, like the first cover I designed. It has more personality… character… attitude!

But why did I choose gray for REFLECTION?

I was really vent on sticking it out with color black – dark, just like some of my poems are. But as I was designing the layout, for some reasons, the combination of the color of the text and the background didn’t appear right to me.

I tried other colors. Nothing appealed to me.

Gray was a last option.

And it felt nice – the REFLECTION appeared fine to me.

So, I choose it.

All I need now is to justify my choice, just in case someone asks.

I need something profound… symbolical… and then, it dawned on me.

There was never really no black or white in my life… there were only pale colors. Sure, there were happiness, there were memorable moments… but that’s all they were… moments… short, brief moments.

I cannot say that forlorn was prominent either. You know what they say, “it happens to the best of us.”

So choosing black would be an injustice.

Therefore, the choice for gray was justified – it was neither black nor white, just right in-between. A not-so-balanced combination of everything… nothing prominent, just enough ingredients to taste the bitter, the sweet, the salt, and the bland – it’s all there!

So that’s it! Just in case somebody asked me.

But at the back of my mind I know, “I just love how it turned out”

Maybe I do have a bland taste.

Hey Cupid! Yes, you!

2011-02-13T22:56:00.000-08:00

Okay cupid, now listen to me

I’m done with Santa, and he ain’t too dear

Surely a disappointment

And I wasn’t even naughty, you see.

Even the Grim Reaper wasn’t spared

He got some lashing too

For a simple request he can’t grant

Or maybe he’s just too uptight

The Tooth fairy wasn’t on my list

Don’t have a molar to spare

I sure don’t want a Kodak moment

With a smile that has spaces in-between

The Easter Bunny’s yet too far

Guess he’s still fixing his pointed ears

Or maybe hiding from them hens

Whose young ‘uns he just eggnapped.

Now then can you blame me for turning to you?

If you got something up your sleeve

Why don’t you give it a go?

Do them arrows really work

Or d’you just get them from the depot?

What kind of poison did you immerse them?

Are they lethal? Do they even kick?

Are they pointed, do they pierce?

Or they’re just suction cups at the end?

It’s just me trying to be funny here

But prove to me your being stupid just a cliché

Do your work and aim those arrows

Okay, I’ll be nice and I will say… please?

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Roy

February 14, 2011

2:42 p.m.

Angeles City

Philippines

What was meant to be...

2011-02-04T21:42:00.000-08:00

Two hearts... separated
by time.. distance... circumstances
growing separately
but never really growing apart

A story painted with the stars
and written in the book of love
of bringing together what should be
when the moment is already right

Two hearts... reunited
by time... distance... circumstances
now growing together
and never to grow apart

Two hearts... now beat as one
just how it should have been
as it was written in the stars
because the moment is right

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Roy
February 5, 2011
1:35 p.m.
Angeles City
Philippines

My blood pressure and my present state of mind

2011-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:00

And so I realized that I am a mortal after all... and aging at that.

Because of a stubborn headache I have been feeling these past few days, plus a pain in the nape, I went to a nearby hospital for a checkup.

Lo and behold, my fear realized - my blood pressure was 140/100. The doctor asked me when did I start getting the high blood pressure. I said I do not know because I really do not have my BP checked. The last I had it was March of 2010 and it was normal at 120.

After giving me medicine, which eventually normalized my BP and lessened the pain I'm feeling, the doctor said I should monitor my BP. If possible, have it checked everyday.

And my present state of mind? I guess, it what's really caused everything in the first place. Being so down and depressed... and pressed for time, there is really nothing going right for me and I guess my body can only take so much of my mind's working 24/7 because of worrying.

So, will the hospital visit make me stop worrying? I don't know. But the diagnosis definitely added to my considerations.

What's next?

Looking good in medical uniform

2011-01-21T08:47:00.000-08:00

Of course, when we were young, we would like to dress up and assume another personality. Whether it be a superhero or anybody at work. I guess, things do not really change through the passage of time. Though I have not gotten into the profession, I have often wondered if I would look good wearing medical uniforms and I would really look like a medical personnel.

If I would have an extra budget, I would really try to find store where a can find nursing scrubs on sale or maybe even doctors scrubs, and of course I would be looking for cheap affordable ones. After all, I am not really into the profession, just trying to live out one of my childhood fantasies.

And after being in the medical scene, maybe I would try another profession... a fireman, perhaps?

"What's that on your face?!"

2011-01-07T15:02:00.000-08:00

"What's that on your face?! Is that a frown?"
"Or have you just eaten a big-sized sour gum?"
Too funny, I'd say. Well, it was at the start
'til it began to prick, like a dull but stubborn dart.

If you're looking for honey, you won't find it from a cheese
some men weren't really born to please.

Try as I might, to put the smile that you want
but that dull and lousy face keeps on blocking the shots.
Should I wear a mask? Like the clown that I am
and make you all happy, and all these ridicule begone.

I really don't care, really don't give a damn
whether you say it in my face, or say it at my back
No, I won't take it against you, but I won't be obliged too
Not even if you offer me a bribe or two

Whether it's a frown or an effect of a sour gum
or it could even be a Monalisa turned upside down
but that's all I got, that's all that there is
some men weren't really meant to please.

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Roy
January 7, 2011
6:59 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

Why I closed my checking account

2011-01-01T18:27:00.000-08:00

Before the previous ended, I went to my bank on last banking day to close my checking account because of their policy that did not really fit right with me - it is the bank's policy to charge account holders P100 every month if they did not get their bank statements. I am quite surprised, really. They are the only bank with such a policy.

My account is only an individual account, so unlike company checks who maintains a lot of money in their account, that P100 debited from my account each month I was not able to get my bank statement is really a big deal for me. But it is not really the money, it is the disagreement with such a policy which I believe is very self-serving and anti-client.

But like they always say, no matter how stupid I may think such policy is, it is still the bank's policy -- regardless of how their clients feel about it. So, the only solution for me was to close my account. I am sure, the bank would not mind. I really do not have that much in my account, I just used it once when I needed postdated checks as collateral for a loan.

I wonder how many more banks have such policy.

LOSER!

2010-11-04T07:00:00.000-07:00

LOSER! Yeah! That's how I feel right now... have always been, and from the looks of it, always will be.

Maybe you're thinking, "There he goes again fishing for sympathy!" just like that what jackass from the past always thinks.

Maybe he's right! Maybe you are right! I am indeed fishing for sympathy!

Actually, I thrived! I existed on sympathy! That's why I was able to accomplished something in the past... people took pity, and that is why they made it all too easy for me.

But left on my own, I cannot really do anything... REALITY BITES!

Go ahead, shout it to my face! I know what I am... a man with nothing but visions and illusions!

I walk around with a BIG "L" printed on my forehead!

That's who I was... who I am... and who I will be.

Damn Grim Reaper!

2010-10-29T04:44:00.000-07:00

Damn Grim Reaper!
Sleeping on the job!
How many times have I called you?
And yet you come not
Are you deaf or are you lame?
You’re really such a shame!

Remember when I begged you
When I was still so young?
Seeking eternal rest
Cause anxiety abound
Yet you seemed so preoccupied
And you just turned a blind eye

Just recently I called again
One ordinary night
Snatch me while I sleep
Let me not see the light
But your indifference I’ve seen again
Why won’t you relieve me from my pain?

Can’t you just let a reckless maniac
run over me on the street?
Or could an innocent poison be
mixed in the food I eat?
I really do not care how
But let it be instant
Granting that you really know
How to do your job

But you I guess you’re really unreliable
You cannot do a simple task
If only I were your employer
I will surely kick your lousy ass!

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Roy
October 29, 2010
7:31 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

I forgot how it feels...

2010-10-24T06:34:00.000-07:00

"How does it feel when a girl next to you says she loves you?"

How does it feel really? Honestly, I have already forgotten how it was... not that I wanted to recall nor do I want to feel it again. I am not looking and I am not wanting... and I am not in denial!

"It seems so unfair when there's love everywhere but there's none for me"

So goes the song... pathetic isn't it?

That's one feeling I am very much aware of.

I am not really going to write anything here, nor throw any rants or whines. Just want to post this song of Rod Stewart here... you guessed it... Some Guys Have All The Luck

and some really ain't got none...

which one are you?

Could've been... Would've been...

2010-10-16T22:44:00.000-07:00

if only things weren't as they are now
if only yesterday didn't go the way it did
if only there was a chance to turn back time
we could've been together still

it really didn't end the way we wanted to
at times I'd find myself longing for you
thinking of the happiness it would bring
and the love that it would've been

and separate lives we both have now
we can look back, and yet we have to move on
maybe we'd wish, but we can only sigh
of what could've been and would've been

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Roy
October 17, 2010
1:43 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

Gray hairs

2010-09-21T09:40:00.000-07:00

The first time I looked
you weren't even there
Then a strand sprouted
and I didn't even care
out came another strand or two
and people began to noticed you
your numbers increased
and prominent you became
but just like before
I really didn't care
That's why when asked by a barber
if I wanted to dye
I looked at him and said
"Why should I?"
So you were left on your own
like you were really at home
Now, the last time I looked
you were everywhere!
but just like before
I really do not care.

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Roy
September 22, 2010
12:30 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

One step closer

2010-09-10T16:52:00.000-07:00

Taking one step closer
I am
One step closer
too big at that!
Trying to embrace
a wide-trunk tree
I may fail
I may fall
so be it
But it won't stop me
taking one step closer
One step closer
to my dreams

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Roy
February 9, 1995
12:05 noon
Angeles City
Philippines

Halloween parties

2010-08-29T17:13:00.000-07:00

With the first half of the year finish, and we are now on the second half, talks of the upcoming holidays and celebrations are in the air - fiesta, Christmas and of course, the Halloween. Although not really a popular celebration here in the country, there are some subdivisions that do observe this festivity. Kids coming out in costumes and knocking at every door looking for sweet treats. Some houses are even throwing away parties where friends come in different costumes. A lot of people like to dress up and live out their fantasies.

Vampires, zombies, animals and even superheroes costumes, complete with gadgets and accessories to make them standout in the crowd, because I believe most of the time, there is a best costume award in these parties. To make their play up character even more convincing, some even wear Halloween Contacts for full effect on their facial features. These contact lenses make them a scarier vampire or a more convincing Catwoman - fiesty, red or shining, if needed be.

I haven't been into any of these Halloween costume party, I just see them on TV, newspaper and magazines and on the Internet, but they sure look like fun. Would love to attend to one these parties one these days. I just hope there aren't any real vampires pretending to be just one party-goer.

Too big for my dreams

2010-08-13T18:56:00.001-07:00

I am too big for my dreams
And it ain’t just wishful thinking
Too big for my dreams
Soon you’ll hear my name being screamed

When you thought that I was down
And expected me to be out
Guess again, but I ain’t
I'm not going to give up just like that

Watch me as I spread my wings
See me soar and conquer the winds
Slowly now, I’m reaching for my dreams
Without fear of horizons unforeseen

You thought you’ve seen the end?
Guess what? You ain’t seen nothing yet
Hear me shout… hear me scream
Cause I am just too big for my dreams

I AM COLOSSAL!

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Roy
August 13, 2010
6:12 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Ricardo Legaspi – “Colossal”

Missed connection

2010-08-13T18:55:00.000-07:00

I could have been made by now
If only I knew how to play the game
I could have been on top
If only I remembered names
The people that mattered
Who could have made a difference
And get me to succeed faster
If I weren’t just too naive

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Roy
August 13, 2010
11:30 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Manuel Villoria – “missed connection”

Library Stairs

2010-08-12T18:10:00.000-07:00

Twenty five years seem just yesterday
When we were still then in our teens
Always looking forward to be together
On that library stairs

Beautiful memories were painted
Where our friendship grew and bonded
Noisy bunch we were, we even get reprimanded
On that library stairs

Heart pains, as well as joys
Secrets shared and kept sacred
Laughter, tears, cries and sighs
All on that library stairs

Miles apart now, yet nothing's change
The same friendship we had then
Is still the same friendship we have now
A friendship built on that library stairs

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Roy
August 12, 2010
9:26 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the poetry challenge "Library Stairs" by Erin Acquiat Hugdunn

I am not orange

2010-08-12T17:52:00.000-07:00

I am not orange
I am blue
Ever since the day
I start living without you

I am not orange
I am gray
Dull and lousy
Since you went away

I am not orange
For my world is black
Dark and lonely
Without even a tiny spark

What good are colors?
They don't even matter
Everything's just the same
Like my life so lame

I don't see rainbows
I don't see no hues
Everything is lonely
Now that I'm without you

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Roy
August 12, 2010
10:44 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the poetry challenge by Arnel Guiterrez - "orange"

Do you know where your children are?

2010-08-09T08:34:00.000-07:00

You thought they are safe
After all, it’s only the web
But if you really care
Listen please and listen well

It is not just the web
Where information can be found
It is also a scary place
Where vultures and predators abound

You can’t be too careful
You can’t really be safe
So please talk to your children
And tell them to beware

It is not being nosy
To see where they’ve been
Who were they talking to
And what were they saying

Because just like anything else
Communication is the key
Tell your children to be wary
For their own safety

Do you know where your children are?

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Roy
August 9, 2010
11:26 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the “Challenge me to poetry” submission by Sonnie Santos with the subject “web safety”

Don’t grow up so fast, my son

2010-08-07T04:08:00.000-07:00

It all seems to be only just yesterday
When you were but a tiny tot
And now, just look at you!
You’ve grown into a fine young lad

I still remember those nine months
When you were still inside my womb
We would feel what the other would feel
Cause we were just but one

Who would have thought in a blink of an eye?
Ten years could pass us just like that
As unsound as it may seem to be
Why do I feel you’ll be out of my arms soon?

Don’t grow up so fast my son, please don’t
How I wish I have the power to stop time
So I can always have you all for mine
And forever hold you in my arms

But my love will not stop you explore
To go and seek what life has in store
Let you spread your wings and fly to your dreams
While I will be the wind beneath your wings

But what am I saying?! That is still too far!
You just turned ten, and still in my arms
I’ll savor this moment, and hug you some more
Kiss you and say, “Happy birthday to the son I adore!”

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Roy
August 7, 2010
6:05 pm
Angeles City
Philippines

*reply to the poetry challenge submission by batchmate Girlie about a mother’s love. Her son is celebrating her 10th birthday this month.

Queen of the night

2010-08-05T09:34:00.000-07:00

As she walked in, the music seemed to stop
All eyes were upon her, as she gracefully stride
Men were all too bewildered, as if in trance
For they’ve never been in the presence of such sophistication
While the women were either jealous or threatened
Like animals whose territory is being encroached

While everybody stared, nobody dared
To make a move or even said a word
Not a single man dared walk to be near her beauty
Nor any woman was tough enough to confront her intrusion
Their silence was all in unison
And so are their stares

But alas! There emerged a soul from the crowd
To the surprise of all, it was Johnny, the bullies’ favorite lad
Confidently he walked in his rhythmic pace
‘Til he got near the beauty that mesmerized everybody
He bent forward, as if kissing her, but only to whisper
So the surprised crowd didn’t hear what he has to say…

“Mom, why are you here in my prom?”

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Roy
August 6, 2010
12:25 am
Angeles City
Philippines

*a reply to the poetry challenge for the word "cougar" submitted by Jan Geronimo

I will write it all down

2010-07-24T21:02:00.000-07:00

I will write it all down
Until it bleeds
I will write it all down
Until the bleeding stops

I will write it all down
I will write in rhymes
I will write it all down
And rhymes it may not

From sunrise to sundown
From beginning to end
How it all started with bliss
And how it ended in pain

I will write it in lines
I will write it in verses
Until you realize
That I actually make sense

I will write it all down
That’s what I will do
Writing it all down
‘til I get through to you

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Roy
July 25, 2010
11:57 am
Angeles City
Philippines

Because I need to breathe...

2010-07-24T15:50:00.000-07:00

I never found myself
surrounded by so much smoke
the one the comes from a stick
that comes with the faintest light
I used to walk away
or just pretend I don't care
but now I inhale it all
straight from the stick with the faintest light
and while immersed in this curtains
I can breathe and think as well
I can write as I fill the air
with nicotine and a very bad smell
but because I need to breathe
and I need to be relaxed
the very thing that I despise
has kept me company on those late nights

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Roy
July 24, 2010
6:48 am
Angeles City
Philippines

*written online, as is

I am not a poet

2010-07-17T18:17:00.000-07:00

I am not a poet
I am poetry

verses flow through me
like blood flows through my veins
I hold not
I keep not
no matter
how hard I try
emotions burst into verses

it doesn't matter
how nonsensical they may be
they flow out because
they have a life of their own

poetry lives through me
I am not a poet
I am poetry

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Roy
July 18, 2010
8:57 am
Angeles City
Philippines

One-word poetry: Zombie

2010-07-11T16:42:00.000-07:00

walking
lifeless

direction
lost

zest
none

purpose
without

existence
pathetic

zombie

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Roy
July 12, 2010
7:41 am
Angeles City
Philippines

I am...

2010-07-03T17:59:00.000-07:00

I am a poet.
I express my thoughts in lines and verses.
My aim has always been to express and not to impress
I write not what others want to see, hear, or read
I write because it's what I want to say...
based on my present state of mind
my present state of being.

I am me
I never meant to please
nor do intend to despise or disappoint
I do not need that carpet rolled out
but please, spare me the tomatoes

It doesn't get any simpler, really
you can always look away
when what you're reading isn't a pleasure
there's better literature out there
much better

because when you're here
you can't expect anything but emotions
outpouring

it's what I am... it's what I do
it's how I existed

pouring out my thoughts and feelings
happiness... sadness... frustrations
and a lot of wishful thinking

but in whatever mood they may be
they are always sincere

this is me
this is what I am

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Roy
July 4, 2010
8:57 a.m.
*written online... as is*

Vulnerable

2010-06-21T05:45:00.000-07:00

toughness at the front
an immovable facade
no spear nor bullet can pass through
no emotions
no compassion
no chance

but one single arrow
can pierce through and open up
a locked fortress and exposing
the most vulnerable part

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Roy
June 21, 2010
8:44 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

There are no fruits on the table

2010-05-27T07:35:00.000-07:00

"We used to have fruits almost everyday"

Those were the words of my daughter, Angel as we were talking about the happy days when their mother was still with us.

And she was right, when my wife was still alive, she would often buy fruits for the kids. To think that the market was really out of her way and going straight home was easier.

Still, she didn't mind the extra trip just to be able to bring home some fruits.

Unfortunately, it is one thing that I neglect to do.

I do not buy fruits for the kids. While Angel's words were harmless and not in any way meant to put me down, it dawned upon me that I just cannot replace the love, caring and thoughtfulness that my wife has shown us.

The "fruits on the table" could be just a representation... just a surface... when you scratch it... when you look beyond it... it could also mean that there is really no substitute for a mother's love.

I could have remembered the fruits, I could have done more.

But I failed... I failed the "fruit" test.

But a drop of water

2010-05-02T06:53:00.000-07:00

I am but a drop of water
That falls into the sea
There to join other droplets
To remain forever be
Just a drop of water
Unnoticed and unseen

I am but a drop of water
In a great vast sea
Along with other droplets
And there remain to be
Just a drop of water
In a great vast sea

I am but a drop of water
Along with millions droplets like me,
To make a great vast sea
But without these but drops of water
The sea will never be
The great sea that it is

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Roy
July 29, 1990
Angeles City
Philippines

one-word poetry: anxiety

2010-04-23T09:23:00.000-07:00

anxious
unsure
self-doubt
retreat?

forego
opportunity
coward
childish

push
wanting
encouragement
assurance

breathe
forward
anxiety
conquer

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Roy
April 24, 2010
12:20 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

*one-word poetry

Jack and his basement

2010-04-09T09:14:00.000-07:00

"Daaad!!! Come here quick!" Jonathan yelled, calling his father to come to him to their basement.

Jack came rushing thinking that something bad must have happened to his son, his wife followed him too. "What is it, son?" asked Jack worriedly, "...and where did all these water came from?!"

"That is why I called you, Dad. It's flooding in here, and it's not even raining!" Jonathan replied.

"I don't think it's coming from the outside, Jack" Bernadette, Jack's wife said. "It's coming from under the house."

Jack looked around and it seems that his wife is right. It's not raining outside, in fact it's even hot and dry. He hurriedly checked if there are any open faucet and found none.

"I remember," Jack said, "the renovators have warned us the creek nearby. They said it might 'go to us' although I didn't mean what they said then. So, this is what they meant. But how could that be?"

"Well," Bernadette replied, "if you have listened to them and called the Basement waterproofing company they recommended, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's too late for blaming now, Hon. Why don't try to find number they gave us so I can give them a call now. At least, we could prevent this from happening again," Jack told his wife.

Facing his son, he said, "in the meantime son, let us dry to clean up all these mess here, remove the water if we can so we can find the spot where it's all coming from, shall we?"

"But, isn't this a Dad thing?" Jonathan protested.

"Well, you'll be a Dad soon anyway, so you can start now."

I don't do valentines

2010-02-13T07:33:00.000-08:00

I can tolerate other holidays... but valentine? Never! And I have a reason to do so. If there is a Mr. Scrooge of valentine, I could fit the role.

But it doesn't mean I would frown against others celebrating this mushiest occasion of the year, nor would I "humbag" back at those who would attempt to greet me. I've been there, I understand.

It's just it is a different day for me now, and in the years to come.

I don't do valentines... and never will.

WOOF Writing Contest Winners - January 29, 2010

2010-02-01T16:53:00.000-08:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Zorlone – “Blank Stares” – A plea to finally be released, from a bond of days of suffering.

Dragon Blogger – “Passion Unholy” – Poem about passion.

Roy – “Do You Love Him?” – A short poem about missing communication with someone.

Short Story

sam balilo – “envy” – A very short story about envy.

Memoir

Jena Isle – “A Journey and an Awakening” – What would be more rewarding in life?

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the January 29, 2010 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends January 29. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other Contest Entrants for 1/29/10

About Writing

Roy – “I want to write” - The desire to write... but there are more important matters to attend to.

Poetry

Roy – “Abandoned” – Feeling alone...

A bad stiff neck

2010-01-31T05:55:00.000-08:00

Slowed down, once again. I thought I could make use of this Sunday to catch up on all my writing backlogs. But this nagging stiff neck has halted whatever productivity I have envisioned for this day.

Never thought that stiff necks could be this painful. I cannot move an inch becaue the pain sometimes seem to be intolerable.

I tried to think of any remedy, but sadly I can't think of any. The best I can do is to take pain reliever. Which I did, unfortunately, it didn't work.

I know, I am lucky that I am still able to write now. I am writing so carefully, right now. I can't make big moves. It's painful.

WOOF Contest Winners - January 22, 2010

2010-01-26T13:02:00.000-08:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “Nightshade” - Poem about being alone at night.

Memoirs / Creative Writing

JHS – “Motivated to Protect” - The conclusion of a three-part story about a doomed relationship that changed my life and established my career path.

Fiction

Jenn – “Opportunity” - The first installment of a short story about a woman pressed into helping her sister deal with an abusive relationship.

Roy – “The Struggling Blogger versus The Struggling Blogger” - My blogs come to life!

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the January 22, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends January 29. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other Contest Entrants for 1/22/10

Poetry

Roy – “Houdini” - A short poem about wanting to escape.

Dragon Blogger – “Carcass” – Poem about Lions and Vultures fighting over a carcass.

Thank you, Jhong!

2010-01-23T17:11:00.001-08:00

Because I was busy nursing a childish depression and a nagging anxiety attack lately, I forgot to write a post to thank a fellow blogger who helped me in this blog.

I always believe in the saying “give unto Caesar’s…’

Take a look at my header. I’m just loving it! It’s exactly how wanted it to be.

It was designed personally for me by blogging buddy Jhong Medina. He is always ready to help friends to who seriously need help in their logo, avatar, header, entrecard widget, and what-have-you.

No wonder he was blessed so much last year, and I’m sure he will be blessed as much this year too, because he always gives back.

Again, thank you so much Jhong for my beautiful blog header which I can truly claim my own.

Abandoned

2010-01-22T18:19:00.000-08:00

they were there
you were strong
they got your back
you know you can go on
conflicts...
choices were made
they stepped back
obviously you see
you're not the choice
and now you find
you are alone
abandoned

can you still go on?
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Roy
January 23, 2010
10:20 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

Do You Love Him?

2010-01-21T08:34:00.000-08:00

Do you love him?
I wanted to ask
Do I even have the right?
I just noticed the change in you
Since you’ve met this friend of mine
Late night conversations that used to be me
Are now but silence
Not a shadow of what used to be
Choices are made
You made yours
No words need be spoken
I can read between the lines
I can always step back
And pretend it didn’t start
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Roy
January 22, 2010
12:31 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

Houdini

2010-01-19T05:07:00.000-08:00

How I wish I could be Houdini
So I can make my escape
From all the confusion that surrounds me
That brought me in this state
But unlike the great illusionist
I wouldn’t want to be found
I care not for the applause
I just want to be forever… gone

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Roy
January 19, 2010
9:03 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

WOOF Contest winners for January 15, 2010

2010-01-18T18:17:00.000-08:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Jena Isle – “This Life” – A retrospective poem.

Roy – “Retreat...” - Acceptance of truth... of defeat.

Dragon Blogger – “Extinguisher of Truth” - Sci-Fi poem about someone learning that a garden of flowers were fed with human blood.

Zorlone – “Fountain of Youth – Stories told us about a legendary fountain of youth that Ponce de Leon searched and found in America.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the January 15, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends January 22. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other Contest Entrants for 1/15/10

Poetry

William Manson – “She started young” - A poem tackling the issues of Child prostitution.

Roy – “Forever, my baby you will be” - A poem for my daughter's birthday.

dragon blogger – “Rising Earth” – Poem about a volcano being active.

Non-Fiction

Justin Germino – “Home Burglary: What would you do?” - A friend of mine came home to find someone robbing his home, what would you do in this situation?

Will I be missed?

2010-01-17T16:50:00.000-08:00

I have asked myself that question one time too many. Should I be gone, I mean, never to come back again... will I be missed?

Surely my kids will do, and perhaps a few people with whom I have debts will be missing me. Otherwise, I can't think of anyone, nor any reason for me to be missed.

Because aside from some lousy one-liners which make me a pathetic excuse for a has-been-that-was-actually wannabe stand-up comedian, and some double-meaning rhetoric which confuse even literary geniuses, I can't really think of any substantial contribution to society - online and offline.

Four decades of seemingly insignificant existence does not really make a person interesting, does it? So, why should I even ask such question?

And another thing... why should I even care? I won't even be there to know it.

Retreat

2010-01-14T04:18:00.000-08:00

so I, the gallant one, moved forward
metal breasted, armored and all
I thought I could conquer
I thought I could win
but, alas!
seems I no longer have it in me
age? war torn?
or plain mediocrity?
an illusion played
a pretentious chivalry

and I, unrobed
revealing vulnerability
bursting the bubble
of pretended gallantry

to lessen the hurt
of perceivable defeat
one option remains
if only to maintain sanity

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Roy
January 14, 2010
8:45 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

I finally bought myself reading glasses

2009-12-25T20:27:00.000-08:00

I finally did the inevitable.

Yesterday, I bought myself reading glasses.

I delayed it as much as I can, but frequent headaches which turned me into a pill-popping addict lately, dictate that I really needed to go easy on my eyes.

Being 41, and with almost 20 hours of my daily waking hours being glued in front of the computer, has really taken its toll on my sight.

It was long overdue, actually.

I was already prescribed reading glasses six years ago. But being prudent (read: cheapskate), the P1,500 eyeglasses was way too much for me. And I really believed then (or was it denial?) that there's nothing wrong with my eyes.

Still, I didn't take the precautionary measures. So I guess, I deserve this.

Honestly, I am not wearing my eyeglasses now as I write this post. That's how stubborn I am. I wore it for a while, but I am not really comfortable with something hanging on top of my nose.

In the days to come, I know I'll be wearing it more often though.

And NO! I don't consider it as my Christmas gift to myself.

One last Christmas wish...

2009-12-01T06:30:00.000-08:00

This year, I was blessed so much that it might even be too much if I make one last Christmas wish... but really, I still have one, single wish for Christmas.

No, it's not the choo-choo train set I have always wished for since childhood.

My wish is for our dog Benz to be able to walk again.

Benz is an abandoned dog that we saw on the street one September morning as I was taking Angel to school. He was so small then, barely a month old I guess. On my way home, I went to where we saw him and brought him home.

At home, I noticed that he has wounds, more like burnt by cigarette or something, his tail was cut off, and he got thin shaky legs.

Honestly, he doesn't looked cute and cuddly then like how a puppy was supposed to be. Nonetheless, we took care of him and the kids love him.

In his few days with days, he brought us lots of laughter. Not because he was cute or was playing tricks, but he would always bark at my son Ralph while he was preparing his food as if telling him to hurry up.

He was also playful like our first dog Chuchi, but Benz of course has different personality.

I really don't know what happened, but in the last days of October, he can't stand anymore. The last time I saw him standing, his legs were shaking.

Ever since that day, we have given him special attention.

We pick him up to bring him to where his food was, whenever he urinates or 'move his bowel' so he won't get wet and dirty, and to put him in his corner to sleep.

We really don't mind these extra efforts, we're happy with what we're doing. But it really breaks my heart everytime I see him crawl, or when he look up on us, as he lays stationary on his place.

How I really wish I could see him walk again.

Since the day he can't walk, he wasn't the same old feisty little Benz that we know. He seemed to be more silent as the days go by... and I miss him.

If only I could see him walk again, it will be the best Christmas gift for me.

You didn't notice?! I'm not surprise

2009-11-27T03:06:00.000-08:00

You didn't notice?!
I was gone
silly me!
what stupidity?!
how can you notice someone
who's not there?!
what a jerk! am I
but yes I was... out
it's not surprising really
that no one bothered to look
but it doesn't matter really
it's just fine
when one's presence
doesn't create an impact
why expect his absence
to make a difference?
it's okay... really
let's just go on...
continue...
living our lives...

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Roy
November 27, 2009
7:11 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

I was a beggar

2009-11-18T08:06:00.001-08:00

I was a beggar.

It’s something that I’m not really proud of, but I was that.

No, I didn’t go to the streets asking everyone I meet for some loose change nor did I knock on every door asking for pity and any amount to spare.

I was at my home, call or texting friends, former officemates, distant relatives, and even new acquaintances, if they can lend me some money so I can take my wife to her dialysis session.

And it was a recurring incident, that I honestly saw myself then as a beggar – for alms, sympathy, and even prayers. I’ve thrown away any inhibition and pride that I have for the sake of my wife.

But while I’ve accepted my fate, I didn’t want to stay with it.

I don’t care about the humiliation, the cold shoulders, the insinuations that I am an opportunist and an abusive friend, and all sorts of words thrown at me, and behind me. I don’t give a damn about what other people think. All I wanted then was for my wife not to miss any session.

And while I beg, I worked. I tried to find ways to help myself.

Sometime I got something, that could tidy us for a few days, but it’s not enough. It doesn’t provide a permanent solution.

What’s funny though, is that every time I stumbled onto something good… every time I get little successes… every time I get a little bit happier… someone would come and try to ‘put me in my proper place’

He would always make me feel that since I was miserable… I should stay miserable.

Now, I am far from the ‘beggar’ that I used to be… too far from being a success, but at least, no longer a beggar.

In my own little way, I managed to stand up, inch by inch… slowly.

Please, let me stand… let me grow… spare me from your negative outlook in life.

I was a beggar… but now, no more.

I don’t want to stay miserable… I REFUSED to stay miserable…

I am struggling, yes… but I am fighting.

Short

2009-11-09T07:11:00.000-08:00

just to pass
and let this blog move
no subject
no theme
no intention
just a short post
to fill
an otherwise
empty blog

Everyone is wiser...

2009-11-06T04:59:00.000-08:00

"You should get out more often!"

"You need to get a real job"

"You know, you really need to consider marrying again... you need someone to be with when your kids already have their own family"

"You need to move on..."

Why is it that everyone seems to be wiser? Everyone seems to know better.

Telling me how to run my life... like I'm not doing the right thing, or as if I'm not doing anything!

Maybe they meant well... or maybe do know more!

Honestly, these give me doubts on myself... like I don't know how to run my own life.

Tired of being nerdy

2009-10-31T16:38:00.000-07:00

"I'm sick and tired of being called a nerd!" Samanta exclaimed

"What's up girlfriend?" Jennifer asked.

"Most of my classmates call me 'Nerdy Samantha' since I wore this eyeglasses," Sam replied.

"Hmm...," Jen looked at her friend, "you do look like a nerd Sam. Hey! Have you tried the $8 Prescription Zenni Glasses?"

"And how could those make me look different?"

"Well, they're stylish and elegant. I bet they'll make look cool instead of nerdy. They have New Arrivals of beautiful stylish frames. The Holiday Fun Eyeglasses, giving you more designs to choose from."

"Holiday? Fun? I hope they don't reindeer antlers or twinkling stars design. I want to look cool, not a dork."

"Oh, Samantha!"

When you force yourself to write

2009-10-26T06:45:00.000-07:00

When you force yourself to write
you will
but what would become of it?
would it be something of value?
would it be something with sense?

I'm doing it now
forcing myself to write
amidst this confusion I'm going through
and just right now
I answered my own questions

When you force yourself to write
you will

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Roy
October 26, 2009
9:57 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

The sink with more than one drain hole

2009-10-19T06:56:00.000-07:00

"Dad," my son Ralph called while he was washing the dishes, "why do this have more than one drain hole?"

"What do you mean?" I asked not quite getting what he means.

"The sink has a lot of hole, it causing water to flow all around me!" he replied.

So I checked, and I saw what he meant. The sink indeed has 'extra holes' aside from the drain hole.

"I guess we have to find a better quality undermount stainless steel sink and replace this one, else we'll get flooded everytime we wash here," I said to him.

"You mean, you're going to do the 'replacing' yourself?" Ralph asked, his face full of skepticism.

"Of course not! You know I'm not the handyman type, I'll call my friend right now who's an expert when it comes to installing undermount stainless steel sinks," I replied.

"Whew! I thought..." he quips, with a smile on his face.

I handed him the mop, "In the meantime, mop the floor dry, will you?"

One-word poetry: Inspiration

2009-10-17T05:49:00.000-07:00

tired?
rest
longing
zest
wanting

motion
abated

seek
inside
purpose

stories
fate
destiny
survival
inspiration

read

reflect

Inspirational Thoughts and Stories
from Bloggers All Over The World

Do web directories can really affect your blog's performance?

2009-10-16T04:55:00.000-07:00

After more than a year of blogging, I still haven't figure out how a web directory works. I mean I submitted my blogs from one directory after another, and yet I really don't see any proof of its effect. Or am I really doing something wrong in submission in these directories?

I know, some of you may think that it is fairly easy submitting to these directories, in fact I have submitted all my blogs, I think. And I was really glad there was even a business web directory where I can submit my business blog - Roysville.

Now, here lies one of my concern. If indeed your blog picked up steam and it gets hits like crazy, where do you attribute such feat? From these web directories or from your really good writing style. Of course, I would personally think of the latter.

Truth to tell, after going to the directory submission sites and submitted your blog, chances are you really forget about and go on with your life. You continue to write in your blogs, posting articles that you think your readers would appreciate, or make passers-by take a second-look and make them stay for a while.

Because that, I believe, is really what you should do - develop your writing skills, find your writing style that your readers can identify you with. While not really wanting to be the best in your category, it would be a nice feeling if you would be considered an authority in your niche.

Web directories are a good tool to help you get the word out on your blog, but it is your writing style that can really make submission to these sites have an effect on your blog's performance. So submit, if you wish... but commit that you will work hard to build your blog so readers will come to you... and stay.

"You are not Superman!"

2009-10-15T18:55:00.000-07:00

you are not Superman!
not even a far cry!
a kryptonite isn't necessary
because everything is your weakness

what made you think that you can do things
beyond your expertise?
you've watched too much McGyver I guess
or are you just dreaming?

no, you're not Superman
you can't do everything
you're only causing mayhem
with your unfounded chivalry

so save your friends from trouble
don't even attempt to be king
you are not Superman
a Bizarro is more it seems

----------------------------
Roy
October 16, 2009
10:04 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

*a self-portrait poetry

First motherhood experience would always bring special memories

2009-10-12T16:51:00.000-07:00

Isn't it always true? Most of the time, your first experience would always bring special memories. And of course, that is especially true for first time mothers - the excitement, the anticipation, as they learn how to adapt to their new roles as shapers of the futures. Those memorable first experience with their baby... priceless isn't it?

You remember that each time you go out with your baby to the shopping malls and department stores, you would always want to buy him or her all the beautiful toys that you see, if only you can afford them. Of course, a pushchair is a necessity, no question about that. Together with your baby's first high chair, the playpen, and all those cute feeding bottles.

I remember when we had our first baby, we always want to capture every moment in pictures. The first steps, the smiles, giggles, and even when he poured his milk all over his face. You always think of it as another beautiful memory that should be captured in pictures. And we're even using the traditional cameras then, you know the film and developing stuff. So it was rather costly too. But it doesn't matter, were saving memories.

Fortunately these days, this was made less expensive with the help of
digital cameras, which allow you to capture as many pictures as you want and just save them all in your computers, or share it easily with your friends and relatives overseas through the Internet. Aahh... technology too has helped a lot in preserving all those beautiful memories.

Indeed, first time motherhood is really the best experience every mother can have. It can shape her as to what kind of mother she will be to her kids. And fathers, you also share with this joy, of course. It is also your first time too.

But don't forget to express your support to your wife... giving her flowers would be a good gesture... aside from taking your turn to look after the baby, of course.

Lord, grant me a listener..

2009-10-06T07:28:00.000-07:00

Of love and of life
Of joys and of sorrows,
Trapped inside a chamber
A pumping cell within my vessel

Of fears and of anxiety
Of pressures and of pains
It rotates from mind to heart
But never really find its way out

Empty space and only me
Reaching out, but none to touch
Views withheld, feelings kept
And accumulate like a file of trash

To express and to share
Yet, not a single ear bother
In a blank wall, facing
Mumbling, to soothe my feeling

Of truth or of fiction
Of myths or of facts
Ideas… feelings… all hidden
‘Cause no one really care to share

Lord, grant me a listener

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Roy
November 19, 1988
10:00 PM
Angeles City

WOOF Contest winners October 2, 2009

2009-10-05T17:07:00.000-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Fiction / Drama / Short Story

Roy – "I'm sorry, Matthew" - How long must one carry the guilt for something that was done in the past?

Jennifer M Scott – “Best Friends and the Meaning of It” - The beginning of a new series called Dr Simon's Velvet Couch Monologues of Everyday People. In this one September Don confesses she wants to kill her best friend but finds something more important.

Anne Bender – “... the world faded away” - A woman's memory of a morning with her lover.

Memoir

Jena Isle – “I Survived Raising My Teen” - A memorable episode in my life as a mother. The most challenging "career" in life is being a mother.

Poetry

Zorlone – “Ideal Teacher” - An example of Jenanian poetry about the essence of a teacher.

Zorlone – “Brick Wall” - Nothing hinders emotions than a cold and unfeeling brick wall.

Roy – “When the flame is dying...” - Do not let hatred burn forever in your heart... it will pass... let it die... let it be... so you can live in peace.

Deeptesh Sen – “An Evening in mercury” - Love in Kolkata.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the October 2, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends October 9. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 10/02/09

Fiction / Drama / Short Story

H. Benjamin Petrie – “A Couple Paragraphs of Sci-Fi War” - A very short description of war in the future.

About Writing

H. Benjamin Petrie – “Why We Would Read Something” - There's two reasons we would read something: i) it's well-written ii) it has an interesting story.

Poetry

Roy – “Let Go, Let God” - A poem about letting go of past pains, hurts and worries... and letting God take care of all our concerns.

Deeptesh Sen – “Parting at Park Street” - Love drifts away at the crossroads of a throbbing city!

Jennifer M Scott – “Autumn” - A poem about autumn written in acrostic form using the word autumn.

WOOF Contest winners September 25, 2009

2009-09-29T16:20:00.000-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “Paid Passion” - Random Twitter Poem containing 15 submissions is about exactly what the title says.

Roy – “A bird, a cage, and me...” – Sometimes, too much love is not enough... it is too much... it suffocates.

Roy – “Walk on Water” - A poem about faith... about reaching for a dream...

Fiction

Zorlone – “Archeological Find” - Lyle discovered more than what he expected from an Archeological find.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the September 25, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends October 2. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 09/25/09

Fiction

H. Benjamin Petrie – “My Ideal Saturday” - A monologue describing an idealised day from within a faltering relationship.

Webbielady – “Tzabilita's Frustrations” - Whose fault is it that I was born fat? The worse part? I grew fat!

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “Feeding a Toddler” - Humorous poem dedicated to parents everywhere.

Jennifer M Scott – “Living, Breathing, Lonely” - About finding something to fill loneliness on the Internet.

When the flame is dying...

2009-09-22T19:53:00.000-07:00

When the flame is dying
Don’t do anything
That can set it on fire again
Be still

Be careful and be wary
For a dying flame
Can be easily set ablaze
Again

A wind blown the wrong way
Soft whispers too
Even a tiny flint can set it
Aflame

When the burning has stopped
Be still and be thankful
No need fighting back
There’s no more threat

So when the flame is dying
Just let it be…
Let it die… let it fade…
Let go

------------------------------
Roy
September 23, 2009
10:50 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

Christmas is just around the corner

2009-09-22T17:06:00.000-07:00

Like what I wrote in my other blogs, it's almost Christmas. You can already hear Christmas carols on the radio, on the streets and in the mall. In fact, I'm playing one right now on my computer. I am really excited for Christmas this year, I'm excited for my kids, that is. Last year was a so-so holiday for them... well, because I was 'under the weather' so to speak. But this year, I really plan to make it up with them and make this Christmas special.

No big extravagant plans really. Just something that is intimate and personal for us family. Of course, it goes without saying that I'm going to buy them gifts, and since they are still young, definitely toys will not be absent on the list, I'll be buying each one of them toys. Heck, I'll even buy a toy for myself.

And for my growing Ralph, maybe I'll give him a perfume. Both he and Edgar have been using mine as of late, and you'll never imagine how much perfume they put on their body. Aahhh, teens. One time, I even run out of perfume that I used an aftershave cologne for myself. Really, I have to keep stock.

And my young lady? I know she would appreciate flowers... and candies, and clothes, and pins, and accessories, and... just kidding. My Angel is not really materialistic. She's a sweet little girl. She would be delighted with a book about crafts. She love doing crafts.

I'm really hyped up and all excited. Not all for those gifts ideas, but it is one of those rare occasions where I can really motivate myself to cook 'real' food for my kids. You know, not just the instant and fried type. And of course, our traditional family Christmas party... I wonder, if my boys would have 'special guests' this year?

Yes, Christmas is just around the corner. I can almost smell it.

WOOF Contest winners September 18, 2009

2009-09-22T04:41:00.000-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Jennifer M Scott – “Thrill of the Kill” - A woman is a hunter but there is a happy ending. This is intended for mature readers.

Zorlone – “Overflowing” - It started out as an acceptable social norm, but like most people, you were overwhelmed. Your alcohol addiction consumed you.

Roy – “Death Beckoned” - Youth asking for death to fall on him...

Dragon Blogger – “Strange Little Mouse” - Humorous child poem about a new wild pet.

About Writing

Heather Kephart – “Holly Jahangiri” - This interview with the plucky Hellcat known as Holly Jahangiri is the first in what will be a series of interviews with people passionate about writing.

Fiction / Short Story

Anne Bender – “A Vision of Yesteryear” - A memory sparked by an image.

H. Benjamin Petrie – “In the Sea” - A man with his wife at the beach thinks about the sea as he watches a girl swim.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Thriller Web Novel "Dead Play"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the September 18, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends September 25. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 09/18/09

About Writing

Khaye-Mydette Sy Cardenas – “How I Unleashed Writers in My Class” - The writer talks about the challenges in teaching writing to English as a Second language Learners.

Poetry

Puneet Kaur – “Waiting quietly...” - A simple poem that speaks about hope, wishes and the dreams one holds deep down, of boarding a flight to a different world... Like a bird , a soul is waiting patiently, quietly, hopeful and yet fearful... waiting that someday her prayers will be heard...

Roy – “The Lord of Death has spoken” - My reply to my first poem Death Beckoned...

Zorlone – “In Solitude” - Life continues to ask questions. There are always decisions that had to be made. Sometimes the answer is found through reflections and prayers.

The Narcissus

2009-09-20T00:42:00.000-07:00

He walks inside a grandiose mall
Where he was glancing as he take his stride
For he can't help but admire his transparent reflection
On the glass panels of every establishments within

And because he wasn't looking to where he's going
He bumped into another fellow... and how!
Picked himself up from the floor and approached the other man
"You fool! Why don't you watch where I'm going?!"

Our guy continued and went on his way
He can't help but look at his reflection still
But now, he's more conscious of people around him
He doesn't want to be shamed again by the floor

And whom shall he meet inside the mall
But a friend he never saw for quite a while
So he approached him and chatted him up
The poor fellow was not successful to escape

He boasts of his regimen and his discipline
Where he credits his physique and fair skin
The healthy foods that he only devours
And how he'd been mistaken before for a star

The other fellow appear bored and nonchalant
From what his friends has been saying so far
He's known this guy for long, and wasn't surprised
That the only pronouns he knows are I, me and mine

The Narcissus noticed his friends alienated stance
"I'm really sorry, I've been hugging the conversation
of course, I know you have something to say too...
what about you my friend... what can you say about me?"

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Roy
September 20, 2009
Angeles City
Philippines

A bird, a cage, and me...

2009-09-18T06:54:00.000-07:00

A beautiful bird I had
Inside a golden cage
A cage so big enough
For her to fly around within

At first she was happy
Flying within the cage
While singing sweet melodies
To delight her master's ears

But then after some time
She began to be sad
She no longer fly around
Within the golden cage

And so I wondered why
She became unhappy
When caring, she was given
And love, she was endowed

One day, I saw her
Looking outside the cage
Seeing other birds
Flying around... and free

So then, I decided
To open the golden cage
Holding her in my hands
She started to fly

I've never seen her so happy
Flying around the trees
And sitting on its branch
Took one last look at me

Then she began to fly
And she flew so high
'til she's out of my sight...
Or, was it tears in my eyes?

Alone, there I stand
Beside my golden cage
A cage though full of beauty
Yet quiet and empty

Beside my golden cage, I waited
Looking at the sky
Hoping that my bird
Will someday return...

-------------------------
Roy
December 15, 1990
11:46 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

*another poem from my youth...

WOOF Contest winners September 11, 2009

2009-09-15T05:58:00.000-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “The Greatest Meal” - Poem inspired by 15 random words about the best meal ever made.

Zorlone – “Awakening” - A glimpse of a version of the future seen in a dream.

Jennifer M Scott – “The First Day” - A poem to commemorate my daughter's first day of school.

Fiction

Roy – “Your Dad is better than my Dad!" - A story about two boys... and their Dads.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Thriller Web Novel "Dead Play"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the September 11, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends September 18. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 09/11/09

Fiction

H. Benjamin Petrie – “Tactless Housemate Monologue” - A short monologue in which a housemate tactlessly asks to borrow condoms.

Poetry

Roy – “The War Path” - The discovery of the treachery and hate attacks of someone disguised as a friend...

Jennifer M Scott – “Lucid Thoughts” - More surrealism.

Prose

Roy – “Excited for Christmas this year” – The excitement and anticipation of a brighter Christmas for the kids....

The Lord of Death has spoken

2009-09-13T17:59:00.000-07:00

Who are you that you do
ask for death to fall on you?
Man, you really are a folly
why not wait for your destiny?

Are you running out of your sanity?
That in my rest you disturb me
A foolish person that you are
your wishes are getting too far!

Do you think that I am proud?
Of this duty given by God
Hatred and all indifference
and not given a chance for defense

Now, here you are who ask
which to me is just an easy task
Though I can do what you ask to
your kin will curse me if I do

Go now and continue
live the life given to you
Never again ask for death
for you have a place on Earth

Just go on and let it be
live and follow your destiny
And I'll return when time is due
then, eternal rest be unto you

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Roy
July 12, 1989
3:10 PM
Sampaloc, Manila
Philippines

*my reply to my own poem Death Beckoned

Death beckoned

2009-09-10T05:19:00.000-07:00

If death is really bound to come
be it now, while I am young
For if in youth I die, I'll remain
a happy person, free from vain

True, I lived my life in bliss
I tried to keep my life in peace
But it is also the main reason
why I want to leave my young season

For I'd rather leave while I am loved
while I am happy, while I am proud
For then I can keep myself free
from all the evils that await me

While I am young, I am pure
I'm still worthy, I'm still sure
But if I tarry, sin will be done
and another evil I will become

Can't take the fact that I will fall
then I'll be cursed, then I'll be thrown
And those who know will look down
and ridicule me just like a clown

I don't want to live in vain
I'd rather leave while I am sane
In a loud voice, I cry my plea
eternal rest, be unto me

-------------------------
Roy
July 11, 1989
8:45 PM
Sampaloc, Manila
Philippines

The War Path

2009-09-05T22:10:00.000-07:00

An old wound cracked open
Treachery of a friend from the past confirmed
I can only ask why
Perceived pain, or just plain envy?

The war path is clear and wide open
Confrontation on the cowardly act
For all those endless anxieties served
And the countless nights I haven’t slept

Hateful threads spun with venom lies
Of someone hiding in a virtual disguise
With the cloak removed, revealing the beast
I found I live with an enemy within striking distance

This ghost from the past who comes back to haunt me
Each time I gain success or seem to be happy
All these times, I can only ask why
I haven’t caused pain, nor did I even try

The war path invites, it seems logical to trek
And face the coward I even called friend
Should I? Should I not? A decision I must make
Stoop down to his level… and swim with him in his pool of misery.

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Roy
September 6, 2009
8:15 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

WOOF Top Picks - August 28, 2009

2009-08-31T20:27:00.001-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Fiction / Short Story

Zorlone – “The Night Duty” - A night like any other night at the Emergency Room, but not for Madelin. She is an extraordinary nurse with a generous heart.

Poetry

Jennifer M Scott – “A Night with Jupiter” - Another surreal poem on life.

Dragon Blogger – “Vagabond Murder” - A dark night where a homeless person's life is taken.

Roy – “This Too Will Pass” - A short poem about holding on...

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the August 28, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends September 4. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 08/28/09

Fiction / Short Story

Roy – “So close...” - About a son's search for his mother...

Poetry

Zorlone – “The rat was a goner” - Finally, a clean house! Find out how a pest was rid of by a determined boy.

I cried again...

2009-08-27T06:53:00.000-07:00

I cried again... how long has it been since the last teardrop fell
for what reason they surfaced now, I can't fathom

I cried again... and I'm so ashamed of myself
sure I miss my wife, but this is crazy!

I cried again... I really hope nobody sees me
as tears started to race down my cheeks

I cried again... now, when will this stop?
surely, this is not how I want to spend my life

I cried again... only to laugh after a while
cause the reason for my tears, I realized at last!

I was slicing onions, cause I'm cooking dinner tonight

-----------------------------------------------
Roy
August 27, 2009
10:03 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

For pete's sake! Get yourself eyeglasses!

2009-08-25T19:29:00.000-07:00

"I've told you before, you need to get eyeglasses! Your sight can't be trusted anymore!" exclaimed Wanda.

"Naah! It's just a waste of good money, my eyes are fine," replied George to his nagging wife.

"Fine?! You call kissing the dog and putting me on a leash fine?! Your eyes really has a big problem I tell you!" Wanda continued nagging.

"Okay, tell me then, How You Can Start Spending Smart with a lousy eyeglass. Tell me"

"Well," replied his wife, "there's this $ 8 Rx eyeglasses I've seen on the web from Zenni Optical."

"Zenni Optical?"

"Yes, and they're so fashionable even! Here are My favorite high fashion eyeglasses from the site. I even printed them so you can choose the design."

(Showed him the pictures)

"Hmm... they're not bad looking"

"So... you're going to get a pair of eyeglasses now?"

"Sure... but you have to admit... the leash looks good on you," (chuckles)

"Oh! cut that out!"

It has to get worse!

2009-08-18T16:02:00.000-07:00

As if what's happening isn't bad enough, it has to get worse!

Angel is sick again. She has fever and I haven't got a clue why!

She wasn't rained on. No reason for her to catch fever! What could have caused it this time?! Now, she has to be absent again from school.

Of course, I would take care of her. I just hope the one day rest would do her good. Angel doesn't want being absent from school.

... and I thought that was for the day... but I was wrong, DEAD WRONG!

While waiting for her to wake up, I was doing a task from Blogvertise, and I was very much delighted because it couldn't come at a more appropriate time.

Guess what happened?

After writing the post, as I was about to submit my article, instead of clicking on the "Accept" button, I clicked on the "Decline" button!

Imagine that?!

and I was fully awake and alert at that!

I just threw a good $10 out the window!

... and it really has to get worse!

When friends judge friends

2009-08-11T16:30:00.000-07:00

Friendship is a rare commodity for me. Not because there aren’t enough friendly people, but because I really find it hard to open up… and be one.

That is why when I called someone a friend, I mean it.

I have an idealistic view of friendship, which I believe isn’t really healthy for me. I am deeply affected whenever there’s a rift in the relationship.

It hurts most when friends judge you.

Not for what you did or did not do, but for what they PERCIEVED you did.

You think that as a friend they would come to you upfront and get it straight from you.

I knew I would do that. Friendship is at stake… friendship that I value so much.

But they have no idea of what you went out to do for them. They didn't know... they don't have to.

Friends don't keep score.

Maybe we really have different views, perspective and approach when it comes to friendship and being a friend.

Like I said, I have a very idealistic view when it comes to friendship… and I value it so much.

I don’t betray friends…

Not even if my life depends on it.

the wooden cane

2009-08-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

a piece of wood... lifeless
but strong and useful

to the young mind... it disciplines
to the aged... it gives strength
to the sightless... it guides

the wooden cane...
lifeless... yet, it cares

---------------------------
Roy
September 12, 1989
10:58 AM
Angeles City
Philippines

*a poem a wrote when after a visit at the church, I met an old couple on my way out... the woman was holding on to his husband, while the man was holding on to his walking stick as he guides his wife...

repackaged identity

2009-07-30T08:53:00.001-07:00

repackaged identity, there's nothing you can do
do you think that I'll just give it to you?
I'm not selfish, just want to state my claim
that I'm still the master in this game
got my army armed, raring and ready
some are repackaged too, can you see?
sorry to get your hopes so high
now it's time say your goodbye

oh, don't bother coming back next year too
cause I'll just get repackaged... yes, it's true

--------------------------------------------
Roy
July 30, 2009
11:58 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

Friend... where are you?

2009-07-27T05:39:00.000-07:00

Envy is one feeling I really don’t entertain, if ever I do get it. I am never sour whenever great things happen to people I know, in fact I am happy for them.

But hard as it is to accept, there is one event that caused me to be envious about my blogging buddy Jan. Yes, I envy him. Not because he writes better and engaged more readers, I can live with that. I’m happy just be riding in his winds.

I envy Jan because he found his old friend… or rather, his friend found him, which makes it even more envious.

The last time I had correspondence with my friend was in 2005 I believe, if not earlier. After that, I never heard from her again… and I swear to God I made attempts to reach her… but she never replied.

I felt abandoned.

I tried to brush off the feeling, because I know she is not that kind of a friend.

She used to be there always… and I mean always. I don’t even have to call… I don’t even have to speak… she was the only friend who knew me.

“if I can’t understand my friend’s silence, how can I understand his words?”

That line was highlighted in the book that she gave me… true enough, she knows my pains even before I tell them… I don’t even have to say a word.

I can be crazy… I can loosen up and be a kid once again… she can see through the tough, non-smiling profile that nobody would even dare to be close to, and find the ticklish spot

But that was then…

When I was at my lowest… without a job and without a hope… she can’t be reached… she can’t be found.

I can only wish that she was reading this post now… I can only wish that it could reach her… but it’s just that… a wish…

I’m sure she have heared of my wife’s demise, she knew her condition… I thought she would show up… show sympathy at least… but she didn’t.

There could be a reason…. which honestly I don’t understand until now.

Yes, it was a long time since Jan’s post about his friend and I could have forgotten about it… but I was reminded again… when Jena asked, “should friendship be for life? “

Shouldn’t it be?

Don’t get me wrong, lest my friends now misinterpret me… your friendships are very much appreciated, but I’m sure you understand how it feels when you long for that special friend…

…the only friend who really knows the real me.

You don't love me anymore

2009-07-24T21:54:00.000-07:00

Here's my continuation of my Weird Al feature in my blogs... one of my favorites among his songs...

listen and enjoy...

The Invasion

2009-07-20T02:46:00.000-07:00

They come with a diabolical plan
Invade the earth enslave us all humans
Getting to us where we least expect them
Cunning and sly as the plan is carried
They want our planet earth, they want it bad

We think we’ll find them strange faces and all
But that’s not how they will invade the earth
They know we are smart, they’ll think beyond that
But instead they turn to lifeless objects
Turning them against us, isn’t that mad?

They’re two steps ahead, they know we'll shut them
So they did not change form, not a li’l bit
Now we can’t detect them, yet things happen
They do things we can’t even comprehend
And where did they start? At Jena’s keypads.

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Jenanian verse
Roy
July 20, 2009
5:43 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

Facade

2009-07-14T20:29:00.000-07:00

A strong front
Willing to face any challenge
No signs of weakness…
Not even the toughest foe
Can neither hurt nor scratch
No force strong enough
To make him feel frightened
Amidst adversities
He stand tall… tough
The aura of strength
Overpowers any threat

Inside… it’s all lies

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Roy
July 14, 2009
Angeles City
Philippines

WOOF Contest winners July 10, 2009

2009-07-13T20:31:00.000-07:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Dragon Blogger – “Late Afternoon Nightmare” - A poem about trying to catch an afternoon nap which only ends in a nightmare.

Roy – “unpoetic” - Senseless lines... or are they?

Zorlone – “Blank page” - "Such a true prose, the "process" is as you describe. The blank page a canvas for thoughts and inspiration, ready to pour out from within." Eric S.

Zorlone – “Just another bus commute” - "...That chance may never come again..but then... I'm sure somewhere down the road, you'll finally meet your princess." - JenaIsle

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Roy – “The Short Story Blogger” - A blogger... his life... his stories...

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 10, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 17. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/10/09

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Jennifer M Scott – “Cinnamon French Toast” - How making french toast spawns a memory or two.

Webbielady – “The Fish Is Caught From Its Mouth” - Indeed, the fish is baited in the mouth, thus, to keep quiet sometimes gives us safety.

Roy – “He is still the same son after all...” - Rediscovering my long lost relationship with my son...

Poetry

Jennifer M Scott – “Haiku Series 19” - A series of haikus based on a variety of subjects.

Jennifer M Scott – “Waterlily” - A surreal poem and it includes another picture drawn by me.

Let us see... better that is

2009-07-11T06:35:00.000-07:00

"So, will the $ 8 Rx eyeglasses from Zenni Optical finally convince you to get an eyeglass? You've always been complaining about price, now that's a steal. You have no excuse now."

"As for quality, I think we can't go wrong because we've seen Zenni Optical on TV!!! And with a good review to boot from an article called High Five to Zenni Optical from Rant Rave blog. Now, tell me, are you going to admit that you need an eyeglass now?"

George puts down the newspaper he's reading, "Excuse me honey, were you saying something? Kindly speak louder please. You know I have hearing problems!"

unpoetic

2009-07-06T21:12:00.001-07:00

have I tried my best?
have I given it all?
have I been too open
or have I been too close?
have I been chasing too many dreams
or have I been too confusing?
have I spoken too loud?
have I whispered too low?
that all of my words echoed in the wall
haven’t I cared enough
or haven’t I loved enough?
haven’t got any answer
haven’t got any sense
have I been a fool?
too long.

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Roy
October 11, 1991
1:15 PM
Angeles City
Philippines

Jack learned his lesson... and then some

2009-07-02T02:33:00.000-07:00

Wilfred was on his way to his house when he heard a shout, "Hey! Buddy!"

It was Jack, his next-door neighbor, having a leisure breakfast with his wife Bernadette in their garden.

"Hey buddy! Looks like you're not mowing anymore, and what a neat garden you have!" said Wilfred.

"Of course, I followed your advice buddy! I called the number you gave me, and now, I'm no longer a lawn-mowing slave," replied Jack with a grin.

"And not only that, I had my house renovated too! But instead of trying to do it by myself, like I always do - I called VanRossun Contracting & Consulting, a great Austin remodelling contractor to do the work for me! Like what you told me, I don't need to do everything by myself."

"That's nice buddy," said Wilfred, "but why would you want to renovate your house? It looks fine to me, I honestly don't think it needs any repair."

"Well, we need to make room for the new baby buddy!" replied Jack, as he gently caressed Bernadette's tummy.

"I'm happy for you buddy! Congratulations to you two!" as he shakes the hands of the couple.

"Thanks, " said Jack, and continued "and I owe it all to you buddy!"

"Me?" asked the puzzled Wilfred, "what have I got to do with that?"

"Remember telling me to free myself so I can spend 'quality time' with my wife?" said Jack, with a wink.

"Oh!"

One blogger, two blogs - are not the same

2009-06-28T03:33:00.000-07:00

Yes, they're not

the first one's sensitive
the other's aggressive

I read one
couldn't care less about the other

two blogs, one blogger
personalities differ

so I can choose what I like
your opinion doesn't matter

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Roy
June 28, 2009
6:38 PM
Angeles City, Philippines

*written as is... online

The better father

2009-06-26T22:36:00.000-07:00

Jack is mowing his lawn, just like any ordinary Saturday morning. It's his weekend routine, part of his life so to speak.

While mowing, he can't help but notice his next door neighbor Wilfred, happily playing ball with his daughter Jeanna and wife Liza.

When the girls, daughter Jeanna and wife Liza, went inside the house to drink, Jack leaned over the fence and called on his neighbor Wilfred.

"What's up, buddy?" Wilfred said, "finished with the mowing already?"

"You know what? I think I'm beginning to hate you?" replied Jack, with a grin on his face.

"Why is that?" asked his neighbor.

"Here I am, working my butt off in mowing the lawn. I don't even have time to have a leisurely breakfast with my family. Yet, look at my backyard - it's a mess!" said Jack.

He continued, "And there you are playing ball with your family. I haven't seen you touch your garden, and look how beautiful it is. My wife always nag me to make our garden as beautiful as yours, what's your secret?"

Wilfred said, "It's no secret buddy. I owe it all to Austin Landscape Design. They did the landscaping and maintaining of the garden, so I can take my time taking care of my family. You should too, buddy. Give them a call at 512-782-9435 so you can free yourself from the lawn."

"But isn't it expensive?" asked Jack.

"Nah! It's reasonable, buddy. Besides, is the time you are allowed to spend time with your family isn't worth every penny? Try them buddy! You can thank me later," said Wilfred.

Just then, his wife and daughter came out and they continued playing with the ball, while Jack went back to mowing the lawn.

Throw 'em, why don't you?! I'm still standing!

2009-06-25T17:25:00.000-07:00

Go ahead! Throw them! Throw them all at me! Give me everything you got!

Hey! Look at me! I'm still standing! I can take some more! Yes, give me some more!

Come on! Give it to me!

If you really think I still need to pass all these tests your giving me, then give them, why don't you?!

Don't stop until you see me down and crawling on the ground.

Yes, don't let me rest. That's right. Don't even let me breath!

You're the boss! You can do everything that you like! Come on, give them to me. Don't even for a brief moment allow me to get a taste of fulfillment, success or any happiness, I might only get used to it.

It's not like I haven't done everything to please you. I did. YOU KNOW THAT!

Me, who have always put himself last just because I believed in your golden rule!

Me, who even as a child have avoided everything that will cause you pain... yes! Even to the least of your brothers!

Me, who has been ridiculed and abused, just because I tried to emulate the holiness that you so professed!

You still have to see if I am worth it?!

Go ahead! Give them to me!

Satisfy yourself!

Even The Slightest Of Wound

2009-06-20T03:04:00.000-07:00

Even the slightest of wound
Can hurt the toughest of soul
And be in strength abated
And make the spirit low

Even just a whisper of refution
Can a man be lead in labyrinth
And be pulled by angel Apollyon
To his home in Abaddon

Didn't it took just one Waterloo
That scorned his name in history?
The warrior Napoleon Bonaparte,
Once was a fearless man

Even just a shade of apathy
Can make a life forlorn
And ruin the vision of a man
And make him envelope his minds.

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Roy
May 23, 1991
11:45 AM
Angeles City
Philippines