writer's block

can i even call myself a writer? ah ewan. this is the second to the last day of our presswork. we are already on the process of laying out the paper and tomorrow we will proofread and pass it for printing.everythign is in placed except for one thing. i failed, for the nth time, to finalize our editorial. i managed to write one but scrapped it because it was not good. now im in the nick of time. the problem is i can't write a thing.

searching for my voc.

i rode an fx this morning after alighting a trike. i paid P35 for the FX ride. i alighted at cubao. went to gateway mall that leads directly to the lrt station. its a good thing escalators were invented.

i saw a blue jeep just now as i am writing this. i pity myself for losing my voc. i tried studying accounting just a while ago, but to no avail.

i lost my voc and now i can't count. there is something wrong with this day.

at this very moment, i want to stand from where i am sited, logout, ride the lrt, ride a "5 star" bus that goes all the way to cabanatuan. i will aight at bulualto, san miguel and take the trike ride all the way to bargy pulo. but that has to wait till the 26th of this month.

the keyboard of this computer is extra soft. errrrrr i cant think of a more politically corect term. ah basta.

searching for my voc

i read one blog before i start writing this. wala lang, sinabi ko lang

searching for my voc

kung kailan pa nawalan ng ila, saka pa naging malinaw.

can you take it all away. can you take it all away.

wait, i still dont what the next song is. i am trying desperately to regain my voc and get this first presswork over with. i ate a spam and sunny side up at the caf. it didnt taste that good.

i am struggling to write something sensible