Essay

my so called life

by Rom ( | | | | | | )

I hate it! I really hate it! I never thought it still grows inside me, after five years, it's still boiling inside and burning like hell, an unending burst of flame.  It all triggers as I watched this evening news, Rolando Navarette, a former Filipino WBC boxing champ, now a sick and poor as rat, forgotten, has been, beats his live in partner who is half of his age. The poor women suffered a broken face, and a broken head as the hammer smashed into her cranial area, a black eye and tons of bruises tells the entire story.

 

          I felt a cold damp on my nape, after the sudden flush of anger, I sweat but I feel cold, suddenly I noticed my thumb on the TV's remote, it's shaking as if pushing the button is such a burden.  The TV is finally off, I don't know how I did it but I shut it off, as soon as my memories start to play on a different channel in my mind.

Won't you save me?

by augusta linnea ... ( | | )

lovin' you
needin' you
and
beggin' you
like i never have before...

i never thought i'd be speaking these words...

but another day alone is more than i cant take.

the sky is falling
and it would be too late for me...

i wonder if your longing for me

and

i wonder if you want
to save me...

because
saving
is all i need.

To HELL with our religions!

by augusta linnea ... ( | | )

i'm sitting in this cafe right now and i am busy typing the minutes of our meeting when i saw HORRIBLE video of people killing people.

beside me is a girl watching the video.
i asked her about it, and she told me it was a massacre in Indonesia.

a massacre because of different beliefs, different religions, and different gods!

Christian-Buddhist/Muslim war.

i almost fainted while watching the video.
i saw children violently killed, women without heads, and men brutally chopped!(do not imagine. better take a look.)

i don't see the reason why we have to fight over religion if there is freedom to choose one.

:c just this morning...

by augusta linnea ... ( | | )

i lost my patience

and i lost my PHONE!

so text me no more.
:c

THE KING’S CHRONICLES: Fine teacher where hast thou gone?

by esoteric_hermit ( | )

Fine teacher where hast thou gone?
I have been planning to write some sort of a daily account regarding anything under the sun. This may sound banal, yet my purpose here is to record all my rants, opinions, diatribes, and dialectic discourses to prose, or my occasional dip into poetry especially sonnets, to which I often get carried away beyond reason by inordinate emotional outbursts.
Although the main goal of this endeavor is to try to put into words all my current views, assessments, suggestions, and comments regarding a particular event, sometimes the non- preclusion of subjects not related to the topic is inexorable.

Various Genre of LOVE

by elirhpa ( | | | )

 Love is the noblest stimulus that soothes even the morsel part of ones vein.  Even if it’s sometimes called “bewildering love” we can consider it as one of the most precious gifts of all from mankind. Love is an emotion of expressing our feeling of adoring, caring, sharing, accepting, giving, respecting, and nurturing of others. It serves as a unique inspiration that enriches ones’ persona. People needs love, World needs love, every living things needs love. Indeed, love plays a major role in each one our lives by contiguous people such as family, friends, special someone and significant others.

Byahe ng Bus ng Buhay

by elirhpa ( | | | | )

About several days na akong nagco-commute through work, besides ilang beses na rin akong nakkikipagsiksikan, nakikipaghabulan sa mga bus (kaya ayoko ng high heels eh) Typically tayuan dahil punuan. Indeed, ilang beses ko nang napapansin na ibat-ibang klase ng passengers particularly mga “bhoyz” ang sakay sakay nitong transport bus. Eh di eto ang siste, tayo ang lola mo, pero wag ka, ilang beses akong standing obation pero, maraming bese naman din akong binibigyan ng sit ng mga piling gentleman na to, mapateenager man or may edad. Ang saya dibah?.. Bigla ko tuloy naisip, sa panahon ngayon meron pa pala na mga nagmamagandang-loob atmga gentleman na willing ibigay ang kanilang pre-occupied sit sa mga “ghurlz” na tulad ko(kahit na ganito lang ako) Syempre di lahat ng passengers ganon. Marami pa rin ang tulog (tulug-tulugan) at mga nagpapatay malisya na walang lady na nakatayo. One time nga I saw this lady who has red half-face, yung parang birthmark all over her face… Sumakay siya along Buendia of course puno kaya tayo siya… Siguro alam niyo na sunod….? Nope mali kayo ng iniisip… tayo siya ever hanggang makarating siya sa destination niya.. Nasabi ko na lang tuloy, “ganon ba talaga?” por que ganon ba ang itsura ng isang tao di mo na tutulungan or papansisin. Super na-sad tuloy ako..

 

Buhay ng isang konduktor

by elirhpa ( | | | )

“Oh Alabang, Susana, San Pedro! Marami pa makakupo, makakaupo!” Sigaw ng konduktor sa mga pasaherong nag-aabang ng masasakyan sabay ang pagsampa sa hagdan ng iilang taong patungo na sa kani-kanilang destinasyon. Biyaheng Pacita – Malinta ang plakang nakalagay sa unahang salamin ng bus, malaki ito at laging may nakalagay na “E-pass” at “Skyway” para naman makatawag pansin sa mga pasaherong nagmamadali. Ngunit kung minsa’y magtyatyaga na lang sa pagtatawag kahit walang “Skyway-Epass” na nakapaskil. Todo sa pagtawag ang konduktor para makakota sa maghapong kikitain, “O marami pa makakupo, San Pedro – Pacita Skyway!” Muling sigaw ng konduktor sa sumunod na lugar na hinintuan ng bus. Wala masyadong pasahero palibhasa’y nataong Sabado, ngunit kung ordinaryong araw ng pasok ng mga empleyado nakakarami ng pasahero, pero minsan talaga’y kuntento na sa pangilan-ngilang seserbisyuhan. “Ano ba yan, ang tagal naman niyan!” bulyaw ng isang matabang mamang pasahero, dahilan upang mag-umpisa na ring magreklamo ang mangilan-ngilang pasahero. “Male-late na kami niyan sa trabaho” sigaw pa ng isang babaeng nakapang-opisina. Patuloy pa rin sa pagrereklamo ang iilang pasahero. “Pasensiya na ho kelangan talagang kumota!” pagdepensa ng konduktor. “Sana’y inagahan niyo ang alis para hindi kayo male-late, pare-parehas naman po tayong naghahanapbuhay!” sambit na lang ng konduktor sa kanyang sarili. “O Pacita-Susana!” Ang huling hirit na tawag ng kundoktor sa mga naka-antabay na pasahero sa kalsada. “Hop – may sasakay” wika ng kundoktor sa driver para habulin ang matandang babaeng kumakaway, senyales na ito ay sasakay. “Oh Nay hawak po” sabi ng konduktor habang inaalalayan ang matanda sa pagsakay.

Emblazon Life!

by elirhpa ( | | | )

"Of all God's gifts to the sighted man, color is holiest, the most divine, the most solemn." --John Ruskin

 

Erstwhile are you mystified how colorful your life is? Or at a time wonders what color your life depicts nowadays? Or be able to conceive what color to cast in your life? Perhaps all of us cognizes each color of our life because Color limns life in many and different ways.  

 

In our own special language we have meaning for colors and how it was applied to our bios. People respond to different colors in different ways, and these responses took place on a subconscious, emotional level. Color signifies different event in our lives, and sometimes we used it as useful and powerful tool we have. People use color to interpret their emotions, actions, thoughts, experiences and how we respond to various people, things & ideas.

 

grizwald.....yuhoooo!

by augusta linnea ... ( | | | | | | )

=P
ill be seeing you.
no matter what...

and ill make you laugh till you fall on your knees.

....
just a thought....

do you know why we cant have peace?

its because of people like you.

so pathetic.
and so perfectionist.
as if....

but,

because i believe in a certain paradigm,
im still here
if you need someone
to criticize.=)
keep on criticizing me...
im already loving that
and dont worry
im used to it...=P

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