ghosts

No ghosts
of Christmases
past, present, or future

It is the ghost
of New Year past
that haunts me
The one that came
at 2 AM
held my hand
and kissed me

sige na nga.

I think, maybe
I should start believing in You
just so I’d have reason to go on.

Anyway.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends. And some true friends.
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,
It’s between you and GOD.
It was never between you and them anyway.

new year mantra

Go for broke.  Always try and do too much.  Dispense with safety nets.  Take a deep breath before you begin talking.  Aim for the stars.  Keep grinning.  Be bloody-minded.  Argue with the world.  And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things — childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves — that go on slipping, like sand, through our fingers.

-Salman Rushdie

And that’s that.

I’m taking it all back.
I’m quitting, giving up, walking away.
Just like that.

rant #1 and a call for donations

I hate that I have to attend this workshop so I’m not able to go out there and help. It’s not that I don’t like what I’m doing or that I think this has no actual effect (because I know this workshop, which addresses our environmental concerns, will have more long-term effect that anything I can do now), I just feel as if I can do more if I’m out there and actually doing something. As in real, concrete, quantifiable actions. Now all I can do is send emails and make blog posts. Oh well. I’m going on leave as soon as this is done.

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On a related note, Pisay 96 is organizing a relief drive. We are still arranging the logistics and coordination but as of now, we have a drop-off point in Ortigas, at the following address:

Buckaroo’s
Unit 2B1, 2nd Flr., 8101 Pearl Plaza,
Pearl Drive, Ortigas Center, Pasig City

Tel. Numbers:
5579973 and 635-9628

Email Address:
buckaroosgrilledpizzas@yahoo.com.ph
buckaroosgrilledpizzas@yahoogroups.com

We are still talking to some other establishments to serve as drop-off points but for now you may bring your donations to the address provided above.

Will update asap.

Symptom recital

I do not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men….
I’m due to fall in love again.

Dorothy Parker