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
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