tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147531482011-04-22T11:14:26.416+08:00The City SleeperSleep, sleep, O city! Though within
the circuit of your walls there be
no habitation free from sin,
and all its nameless misery;
the aching heart, the aching head,
grief for the living and the dead,
and foul corruption of the time,
disease, distress, and want, and woe,
and crimes, and passions that may grow...Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14753148.post-1122480140693075802005-07-27T23:59:00.000+08:002005-07-28T00:02:20.703+08:00Nights Like ThisAnother heavy night is upon me.Another one sent to take your place,To make me cold, To make me wait, To make me remember That I was not,And cannot be Insane enough to stay.Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14753148.post-1122390860574393532005-07-26T23:00:00.000+08:002005-07-28T00:16:48.950+08:00Tragedy of the CommonsIts times when I get stuck at tangled intersections for hours at a time because of the immaturity and selfishness of human beings that I really feel there is no hope for this country.Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14753148.post-1122208850294382622005-07-24T20:11:00.000+08:002005-07-24T22:01:57.256+08:00Out of Order, Mr. Chair! Your yumminess has greatly impaired our capacity to resolve the case at hand and has caused our IQ to drop significantly!Just one more reason to keep updated in politics. Sorry, Phillip, pero walang sinabi ang fez ni Chiz dito. *swoons*Photo courtesy of the Sunday Inquirer.Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14753148.post-1122196914347711882005-07-24T16:15:00.000+08:002005-07-25T09:34:43.836+08:00In sickness and insaneIts amazing how a sore throat can turn me into quite a nervous wreck. Like right now, I should be at the gym, but here I am slumped in front of a computer in our airconditioned den for fear of symptoms of rheumatic heart disease. I admit I am a bit of a hypochondriac (I think I get it from my lola Aida). I have good reason to be though. I've had my share of freakish ailments. I had primary Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14753148.post-1122139064085174032005-07-24T01:17:00.000+08:002005-07-24T01:26:33.110+08:00We can't seem to keep stillThis is version 4.0Kaloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901019682622104339noreply@blogger.com3