A Semantic Malfunction

Beset with grief and gloomy countenance I alone forsake dreams of yonder. Why oh why my heart pierced with a lance? Ignominious grief, I wish I were younger! Diminished are those days of purity Seeing only goodness and that of happiness, How this soul longs to end that enmity To finally be with the master's caress.  But not yet! yes, not yet O weary entity Sojourn in this wretched world still not over! Further galoshes still to be pondered. Yet do not at one instance do waver In him alone you will be accompanied. Promise of milk and honey is yours o dear.

Ako ay isinilang sa lupang pinagpala. punong- puno at hitik na hitik ng labis na kagandahan at kayamanan. Ito ay ipinagkaloob ng poong maykapal para sa ating mga Pilipino. madaming mga pilipinong nagbuwis ng buhay makamit lamang ang matagal nang tinatamasang kalayaan. tunay ngang lumaya din tayo sa mga walang pusong mananakop, subalit tunay nga ba tayong malaya hanggang sa ngayon? Ating paulit-ulit na ipinagdiriwang ang araw ng kalayaan, ang edsa tuwing agosto at kung anu-ano pang mga makabayang pagdiriwang, subalit, pagkatapos ng mga pagdiriwang na ito, tayo ay bumbalik pa rin sa dating gawi.sinasabi nating mahal natin ang ating bayan, pero sa wika pa lang, bagsak na agad tayo. mapunta ka lang sa mga high-end na mall, ang lagi mong maririnig ay mga pinoy na ingles ng ingles na tila ay nais ipakita sa mundo na sila ay mayaman. may kinalaman ba ang wika sa yaman ng isang tao? sigurado ako, na sila ay nagiingles sapagkat nais nilang iparamdam sa iba na nakaangat sila sa buhay. kung sa

Once again, i find myself in front of my laptop, pouring out to this electronic device the contents of my mind, heart and soul. as i have been thinking last night night, i do not know why, but out of the blue, i began to reflect on my self as a person as i ride the vehicle that will transport me towards my home. as the wind brushes my face, bringing with it the polluted air of the metro, my mind began to drift towards the thought regarding my actions, attitudes, and demeanor. i have come to a conclusion that i am broken. yes, i am broken. i am a ruined individual. perhaps, i can attribute this brokenness to my childhood (thus it can be concluded that i believe in Freudian principles). but do not get me wrong, i am not abused or anything. it is just that,  i consider myself to be broken and ruined because of my constant tendency to sin. no matter how hard i try, i still find myself sinning and doing the most ignominious deeds. honestly, this is very frustrating because all i ever want

This is one of my attempts in committing to a form of writing that so many before me have successfully accomplished... I do not know that I will ever be able to commit myself to this literary experience, but I am hoping that God might be able to help me in this endeavor. First of all, I am not really expecting to have an enormous number of readers, i am only but expecting that i will be the only person on earth to read all of the accounts that i am currently writing. Anyways, I am only hoping for the best. I am writing today to give an outlet to my thoughts which I believe could be a  good material for this endeavor. Let us begin... Earlier today, i was once again invited by some of my students to have lunch with them (and thus the title "a lunch time account" was born). Of course, as a teacher, I find this a very wonderful experience for i myself feel honored to be given that chance which some students do not normally do. In my experience before as a student, i have