O western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain!
Christ, if love were in my arms
And I in my bed agian!
-Anonymous, 5th Century poet
O western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain!
Christ, if love were in my arms
And I in my bed agian!
-Anonymous, 5th Century poet
The clock says 5:20 am. And Davao is still catching some Z's.
I woke up early, about a few minutes ago, since I fell asleep last night while waiting for Mikko to finish his business and then I eventually forgot to turn off the laptop. I then thought of fire, or worst, getting an expensive bill for our electricity.
Since my Quantitative Inorganic Analysis class starts at 7am, I've been trying to kill time by just updating a few pages in the internet. Friendster, multiply, etc. - the common internet sites that I usually go just to establish some ties to my not-so-distant friends. I finally know how to spell boredom.
But I remember that I have a program called Limewire, "The Fastest File Sharing Program on the Planet" plus computer viruses too! Haha. So my goal: search/ download the song Seasons of Love, the most celebrated song from the Broadway musical Rent, written and composed by Jonathan Larson.
Seasons of Love is a great song, wonderful melody and lyrics. Listen!
Think I'll be late for my first class, go to go!
Tonight I Can Write
by Pablo Neruda
translated by W.S. Merwin
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
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Sue me then.
April 06 – June 04, 2008.
Appendectomy and the confinement issues.
April 11-16.
San Pedro Hospital, Davao City
It was my first time off after working for four strenuous days (before) of my first summer job/ first job. My objectives for that day were to get SSS number for my work (I’m still 16 and I don’t why the company where I used to work ordered me to get SSS number), and to meet Rae Anne. After accomplishing these things, I managed to get home early, 8 p.m., since I already felt some unpleasant events happening inside my body. I waited for my mother that at that time, was still on her way home from Cagayan de Oro City. I told my other family members about the pain that I felt, but they were too busy watching the show Avatar: The Last Airbender. And so I ended sleeping while waiting for my dear mom and enduring the pain. She later arrived on 11 o’clock in the evening; I waited for her for many hours and considering the increasing pain that I felt during those moments. After series of arguments, I was then rushed to San Pedro Hospital, and later confined to death.
I underwent an operation called appendectomy, costing us Php **,***. It wasn’t a painful experience actually (Thank God I didn’t suffer; unlike the guy in the movie Awake experienced); I just slept for a few hours and woke up hungry. What I feared most before I was operated was to suffer malpractice (I’d rather discuss malpractice in my next entries). I thought of I’ll-be-dead-before-I-wake-up imaginations, and etc. But, my mother removed these fears I felt through her sincere love and care. (I thank my mother) for she was really there for me throughout my stay in the hospital (Well, that’s what mothers are.). My recovery was quite gradual, yet my mom’s efforts were really helping me all throughout the recovery period.
Summer Job.
April 07 – 10/April 29 – May 28.
Natasha – Davao Branch, Davao City
Only a few people know this.
I summer jobbed in Natasha (Vivendi Corporation) with a job title as Sales Staff (My job is too complicated and I’d like to just limit the description to sales staff). The daily rate was Php 224.00, but the salary’s given every 2nd and 4th Fridays of the month. For this job, I only received two ‘givs’ (I don’t know the spelling but they say it’s a colloquial term for salary or what). The net amount (less the withholding tax) that I usually receive is at least Php 3,500 (OTs will overdo the math).
What I’ve noticed about working is that, for my case, you’ll really find yourself bending, flexing and stuffs just to adjust or adapt to our working environment. When you work, you really need to work hard just to earn money. You need to be ‘madiskarte’, be a schizo, and give your best. What’s funny is that you always of money; money, money, money.
But sometimes, working hard isn’t really the key to earn. I’ve noticed that some of my workmates do little work but still they earn big amount of money. I am not belittling my workmates; it’s just I never imagined that that mentality is present even in work. I used to see that in school.
What’s more disheartening? Some people work hard to earn college degrees only to find out that even their work-bosses don’t have any college degree. Demoralizing. Those that should be having white-collared/pink-collared jobs earn blue-collared jobs and vice versa.
Samal Outing.
May 31 – June1.
Hagimit Falls: Kaliguan sa Lasang/Sunrise Beach Resort, Canibad, Aundanao, Island Garden City of Samal
The most anticipated event of my entire summertime. Let this be the next entry.
See the pictures and feel what we felt.
Rae Anne’s departure. Diane’s arrival and later, departure.
Summer 2008.
From Davao City to Quezon City (Common point)
My two greatest and closest friends left me. I expected this. I already knew before that Rae’d be following Diane. Well, I’m happy for Rae. I know that Rae’s dream is to graduate in UPD. She worked hard to get a good academic ranking in UPMin to assist her in her application to BAJourn. For my soulmate, Diane, I thank her for coming home this summer, though for a short time only. Ok. So much for the dramatic monologue; not a good place actually.
GPOA for the monkey business.
Summer 2008.
Davao City
Coming soon in theatres near you.
And solitary confinement again.
Plus the whatnots: the disappearances of some members of the DFSC, dislocation of Janice Javerle’s knee, the so-called public speaking competition, my cyber-lie-low, disappearances again of some of my BSFT classmates, and start of enrolment.
April 06 – June 04, 2008. The above-mentioned events happened during the 60 days of my existence.
I think I’ve had enough of these summer experiences.
Shoot. Methinks I just missed my laptop so much that’s why I’m making this stupid entry. Falalalalala.