Some people have surmised that the only way to be truly rich is to be poor.
The Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Everybody must have had a point in their life when something was forcibly torn from them. That tear was so complete that recovery seemed impossible and that the only sane thing to do was waste away. But my journey has taught me otherwise. Time does heal all wounds and scars will always be there as a reminder.
Here are a few words from somebody named tinkerbell. She has a way with words that has aptly described the day when I realized wasting away was never an option to begin with. Continue reading
Driving is a good teacher. It never fails to amaze me after so many years the lessons it provides to those willing to take notice. Take driving in General Santos City, one can never get enough of the roads jammed with tricycles.
Today I learned not to give in to road rage. I was happily chugging along in my BMW (in my dreams) when the tricycle ahead of me suddenly stopped in the middle of the highway to pick-up a passenger. No signals or anything… just a complete stop. Fortunately, I was able to step on the brakes and swerve to the right.
Beware of tricycle drivers. Most of them have the philosophy of "nobody will touch me because I'm just a teeny weeny tricycle".
Someone from facebook reminded me of this funny outburst from an ROTC commandant.
Which also reminds me of Putol… the war torn commandant that ruled the LB ROTC with an iron hand (wala ngang ‘s’ kasi putol nga eh ang kulit).
This post comes from my old Friendster blog. Ow. Friendster. It’s been 2 years since I’ve last visited it. Anyway this poem was a note given to me a few years back when I was still bumming around in Los Baños.
I like its melacholic spirit that I kept it for a time only to rediscover it again floating around the internet. Amazingly the original was written by someone using the nick “teng”. It was submitted to a website (i forgot which) and edited again by a certain “mimi”. However, the note given to me had additional words that I think did not come from “teng”. The additional words are in bold characters below.
Still it is a great poem. I could almost see her again but not that clear anymore as someone has already taken permanent residence in my heart. This time forever.
Another old one… from an old blog.
“I remember browsing through a book in a dusty and dimly lit secondhand bookshop in Calamba. The book was written by some hot-shot woman named Zebra… Denton, Benton, Lebron… or something that sounds vaguely similar. It was all about creating mind sets and gearing it up to earn lots and lots of money. The book begins with changing how we look at money.
A blog entry from my old Money Matters blog.
“It is good to know that I can still surprise myself these days. Take this friendster blog entry for example… what good would I get writing about things which 99.9 percent of the planet’s population will never get the chance to read?
“We are sorry but Amorsiko.com is currently being serviced.”
But no longer. After giving it some thought, I’ve decided to just put everything in one blog. This blog. Having said that… I’ll start by reposting entries from an old blog of mine “Nothing-Matters” right into this blog.
Expect entries about things I like doing, hobbies for that matter, like archery, photography, running, mountain climbing, swimming, food, pulling money from the internet… and a lot of diverse topics that I might be interested in.