It’s a Sign

Is it just me or is there something really really off with this sign? It’s an MMDA signage scattered around MRT North EDSA station. Hmm… I wonder who approved this one.

High School Poem

While rummaging through my high school stuff I saw an old notebook which I used for all my subjects in high school. It contained lecture notes, draft school articles, doodles and drawings (done during boring class hours), guitar chord patterns, poems (some of which were also done during boring class hours), and a few journal entries. As I read my notes and poems I wonder in amazement at how I came up with those ideas. It’s like reading someone else’s work. It even made me ask myself “I wrote this in high school?!”.

I don’t know if much has changed between how I think and express myself then and now. But one thing I noticed is that I don’t write much poems now. I guess classes in law school aren’t boring enough to inspire one to write poems or, more likely, law students don’t make much poems because boring subjects suck out their artistic drive.

There was one poem that particularly caught my attention. Back in high school I believed in courtship and that among the best ways to court a girl were through love letters and poems. So I wrote this poem for the girl I liked then, Sarah, who eventually became my first girlfriend.

Sovereign of my lonely heart,

whom I can’t stand to be apart

Allow me to show to you,

how I love and care for you

Reveries of you day and night,

you’re the damsel and I’m the knight

And I’ll save you from the dragon’s sight,

oh my lovely damsel of the night

How I wish these things were true,

how I wish you love me too

After she had her friends read the poem, one of them didn’t believe I made it. That girl, from what I’ve heard, claimed she read the same poem somewhere. I fumed with anger when I heard that comment so I decided to make a hate poem for her. In the middle of the draft, I ran out of ideas to lambast and ridicule her so I decided to stop. I realized then that hate is not as inspiring as “love”.