I died last night, thinking of you.
My soul wandered to seas anew.
My eyes feasted to beauty so true...
I died last night, thinking of you.
Waters flowed with your wondrous smile,
waves boasted in amazing style.
I swam the depth that stretched a mile.
The sea was vast, it took awhile.
My arms sore as I swam in vain,
Clouds set in and started to rain.
I closed my eyes to ease the pain,
it's all worth it, you are my gain!
Opened my eyes and there's your face.
All pain vanished without a trace.
Even if my soul fell from grace,
I found my prize inside your gaze.
I died last night thinking of you.
Without you my world is cold blue.
My life stood still without your cue...
I died last night, thinking of you
karl.08june2009
Monday, 8 June 2009
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Sportsfest Update
... Last five seconds and Sprint is ahead of Amazon by 2 points. Karl Conde has the ball. He made a quick fake for a drive and his defender fell for it. Three meters away from Conde, Conde made the decision. He took the shot from beyond the arc. Everyone stood still as they watched the ball flew in the air. Conde somehow knew the ball is going in the moment it was released. The buzzer rang, and Conde was correct! The ball went in, nothing but net! The crowd went wild! Conde was the hero of the game! People rejoiced and celebrated with him in his most exhilirating moment in his basketball years...
Just today, my office started our month long sports fest. It was filled with cheers and delight as people deviated from their usual work mode to cherish, even for just a day, a moment where they can bond with their colleagues. It was super! It was held in UP Diliman stadium and the company went the extra mile to make us get away from our usual work environment. Free drinks and food flooded the arena, and ball games were held. We then had our basketball game against last year's first runner up, Sprint.
I wish the game ended the way I wrote it on the first paragraph.
To be honest, it didn't. We lost by nine points. The first paragraph never happened. I never even played on the last 3 minutes of the ballgame. I was the sixth man. Sixth men don't have the right to play the last three minutes especially if you are down nine points. When the actions were at its peak, I was on the sidelines cheering my team up. I never even had my own uniform because I still have mine in the tailors 'coz it ain't worth much to have mine done urgently in the first place.
Sitting down drinking my gatorade on the bench, I came to relate this experience to real life. It was my first time being a bench warmer. I was used to being the hero in ball games. This time, my office mates were so good I became the sixth man. Frank was tall and great. Dran could carry the ball with ease. JC made the power drives. My task is use my fouls well and grab the rebounds if they come my way.
In life, who would want to become the bench warmer? We all want to be heroes, right? We want to feel important, not just to be some back-up when your first line gets tired. We want to muscle it in. We want to be the one to carry the torch. We want to be Pacquiao. We want to be Rizal. We dream of becoming the next Ninoy.
But what if things didn't go your way?
We normally just give up. If our work do not acknowledge us as the leaders or the ones ahead of the pack, we just withdraw from the race. I learned that day a valuable lesson on being alive. I learned that benchwarmers don't have to feel pathetic. We should not shy away from the challenge even if we are not the heroes of the game. Life won't offer you success in a golden platter. You have to earn it. Do not just spectate as time goes by without you. I am the sixth man, I know. We lost the game, I know. Nevertheless, I feel privileged bacause I am part of the team!
Why?
1. Teams are not composed of leaders alone. Followers comprise a large majority of teams. Without them, leaders are mere outspoken individuals without real use.
2. True leaders serve.
3. Being a benchwarmer is better than being a spectator. Same thing in life. I would rather go down fighting than to have not fought at all.
Question: What have you done lately?
Do not let your life go by without you. Heroes are not the only ones given the privilege to live.
karl.07june2009
Just today, my office started our month long sports fest. It was filled with cheers and delight as people deviated from their usual work mode to cherish, even for just a day, a moment where they can bond with their colleagues. It was super! It was held in UP Diliman stadium and the company went the extra mile to make us get away from our usual work environment. Free drinks and food flooded the arena, and ball games were held. We then had our basketball game against last year's first runner up, Sprint.
I wish the game ended the way I wrote it on the first paragraph.
To be honest, it didn't. We lost by nine points. The first paragraph never happened. I never even played on the last 3 minutes of the ballgame. I was the sixth man. Sixth men don't have the right to play the last three minutes especially if you are down nine points. When the actions were at its peak, I was on the sidelines cheering my team up. I never even had my own uniform because I still have mine in the tailors 'coz it ain't worth much to have mine done urgently in the first place.
Sitting down drinking my gatorade on the bench, I came to relate this experience to real life. It was my first time being a bench warmer. I was used to being the hero in ball games. This time, my office mates were so good I became the sixth man. Frank was tall and great. Dran could carry the ball with ease. JC made the power drives. My task is use my fouls well and grab the rebounds if they come my way.
In life, who would want to become the bench warmer? We all want to be heroes, right? We want to feel important, not just to be some back-up when your first line gets tired. We want to muscle it in. We want to be the one to carry the torch. We want to be Pacquiao. We want to be Rizal. We dream of becoming the next Ninoy.
But what if things didn't go your way?
We normally just give up. If our work do not acknowledge us as the leaders or the ones ahead of the pack, we just withdraw from the race. I learned that day a valuable lesson on being alive. I learned that benchwarmers don't have to feel pathetic. We should not shy away from the challenge even if we are not the heroes of the game. Life won't offer you success in a golden platter. You have to earn it. Do not just spectate as time goes by without you. I am the sixth man, I know. We lost the game, I know. Nevertheless, I feel privileged bacause I am part of the team!
Why?
1. Teams are not composed of leaders alone. Followers comprise a large majority of teams. Without them, leaders are mere outspoken individuals without real use.
2. True leaders serve.
3. Being a benchwarmer is better than being a spectator. Same thing in life. I would rather go down fighting than to have not fought at all.
Question: What have you done lately?
Do not let your life go by without you. Heroes are not the only ones given the privilege to live.
karl.07june2009
Saturday, 30 May 2009
sit. breathe. write.
i just can't spell out what my mood is at this very moment. i'm positive that i want to write, yet i'm really not sure what to write about.
let me get this straight: reading the entry preceding this made my heart sink a little. it's just like knowing that the person you love is happy, but at the same time you're sad because you're not there to celebrate the happiness with him.
i'm very much aware how far saudi arabia is from the philippines. spotting the two countries in the world map alone wouldn't do it justice. it's just that far. however, knowing that he's happy is great. for now, i think i'll settle with that idea. :)
i just realized that it is really important to keep a library of great memories with your loved ones - tangible, intangible, in paper or in blogs - for they will be your source of strength when you are apart. it works for me. the pictures, the writeups, the words... they never lie.
i love to plan. parties, surprises, name it. i can properly plan and execute them. my heart just keeps on pumping harder whenever i think of something new to do when i go back home. of course we'll do the usual coffee sipping, cheesecake munching, book hunting, and lots of walking... but how about a new habit?
aha. it's just now that i realized we're actually doing a new habit... blogging! and we actually share this blog. i just wanted us to do something really, really fun while we're away, and build our memory library even if we're not physically with each other.
ria.30may2009
let me get this straight: reading the entry preceding this made my heart sink a little. it's just like knowing that the person you love is happy, but at the same time you're sad because you're not there to celebrate the happiness with him.
i'm very much aware how far saudi arabia is from the philippines. spotting the two countries in the world map alone wouldn't do it justice. it's just that far. however, knowing that he's happy is great. for now, i think i'll settle with that idea. :)
i just realized that it is really important to keep a library of great memories with your loved ones - tangible, intangible, in paper or in blogs - for they will be your source of strength when you are apart. it works for me. the pictures, the writeups, the words... they never lie.
i love to plan. parties, surprises, name it. i can properly plan and execute them. my heart just keeps on pumping harder whenever i think of something new to do when i go back home. of course we'll do the usual coffee sipping, cheesecake munching, book hunting, and lots of walking... but how about a new habit?
aha. it's just now that i realized we're actually doing a new habit... blogging! and we actually share this blog. i just wanted us to do something really, really fun while we're away, and build our memory library even if we're not physically with each other.
ria.30may2009
keeping the rush
In the type of job I am currently involved in, it is not an unusual sight to see zombies walking. Of course this is not like those eerie ghost stories you hear about companies. Dead people walking are common in our company- those people who just go to work and maintain their jobs. They just sit in the cubicles and take breaks when needed. They eat and try to even start communication with others. But they are dead. How come?
Because they lost their hearts.
When asked, they didn't even know how it happened. They somehow just lost everything they wanted to live for. Therefore, they become the living dead. Those who takes up space and try to survive the day. They lost their goals and visions. They just merely work and exist for the sake of it.
How this happened no one really knows. The process ain't as clear cut as that of a cook book. There is no obvious step-by-step procedure. The only sure thing is: I do not want to become a zombie. I refuse to just do what is being told. I refuse to not enjoy every second. I refuse to let my job define who I am.
That is why I am making an effort to maintain my humanity.
Yesterday, I asked Tin to go with me so that we could buy stuff for school. I also asked her if she wanted to come to our planned event in QC Circle today. When I told Tin our itinerary that day, she laughed. She was thinking that I was setting her up with a lousy joke. I told her I was serious. An even bigger smile appeared. She seemed excited with the idea. I mean, what could excite a child more than the idea that ten grown men and women will play childhood games?
Yes. We played the normal children games that the Filipinos could offer. We played shatong baseball- that freaky combination of typical baseball and shato. We also played patintero. Young people actually enjoy this since the enemies don't plan like adults. We ended up not having any score in every team since we had everthing planned out. People always ended up being stuck in one of the spaces since the patotot imprisons them there. We also played Moro-Moro, a rather popular game for kids nowadays. We ran and ran as if there was no tomorrow. I was the hero of our team since I saved the team when the majority of the team members were tagged. After we made complete fools of ourselves, we went home. Energy-wise we were drained, but something happened that day. Somehow somewhere or sometime in the games we were playing, it went back. As if blood started to rush in my veins again, I regained my vision and I saw my goal again.
I felt alive again.
karl.30may2009
Because they lost their hearts.
When asked, they didn't even know how it happened. They somehow just lost everything they wanted to live for. Therefore, they become the living dead. Those who takes up space and try to survive the day. They lost their goals and visions. They just merely work and exist for the sake of it.
How this happened no one really knows. The process ain't as clear cut as that of a cook book. There is no obvious step-by-step procedure. The only sure thing is: I do not want to become a zombie. I refuse to just do what is being told. I refuse to not enjoy every second. I refuse to let my job define who I am.
That is why I am making an effort to maintain my humanity.
Yesterday, I asked Tin to go with me so that we could buy stuff for school. I also asked her if she wanted to come to our planned event in QC Circle today. When I told Tin our itinerary that day, she laughed. She was thinking that I was setting her up with a lousy joke. I told her I was serious. An even bigger smile appeared. She seemed excited with the idea. I mean, what could excite a child more than the idea that ten grown men and women will play childhood games?
Yes. We played the normal children games that the Filipinos could offer. We played shatong baseball- that freaky combination of typical baseball and shato. We also played patintero. Young people actually enjoy this since the enemies don't plan like adults. We ended up not having any score in every team since we had everthing planned out. People always ended up being stuck in one of the spaces since the patotot imprisons them there. We also played Moro-Moro, a rather popular game for kids nowadays. We ran and ran as if there was no tomorrow. I was the hero of our team since I saved the team when the majority of the team members were tagged. After we made complete fools of ourselves, we went home. Energy-wise we were drained, but something happened that day. Somehow somewhere or sometime in the games we were playing, it went back. As if blood started to rush in my veins again, I regained my vision and I saw my goal again.
I felt alive again.
karl.30may2009
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