Seventeen syllables, No. 21

Do you remember
The movie? The characters
Spoke Filipino.

A whole lot of nothing

Have you ever had one of those extremely unproductive days where you ended up sitting around doing absolutely nothing at all? I think that if it happens too often it would be a problem, but sometimes it's exactly what you need.

Today was one of those days. Now, while many times we only have ourselves to blame for barely unproductive days, but yesterday, things just kind of fell into place, ensuring that I would have nothing to do today. ^_^ I guess it's just as well. I spent most of my day sitting down. That I sat down in different locations around the island yesterday but was equally unable to do much of anything in any of the places just adds fuel to the flame.

Anyway. At least it produced a blog entry. ^_^

Thanks for reading.

Current weight: 213.

Song in my head: VST and Company, "Rock Baby Rock".

P.S. Oh, but on the bright side, I think that the haiku are finally starting to bite. ^_^ I bet you've noticed...

Seventeen syllables, No. 20

Warm rain falls from the
Same spot everyday when I
Turn on the shower.

Seventeen syllables, No. 19

Up there, the pillows
Bleach in the Sun. But are they
Cool underneath, too?

Seventeen syllables, No. 18

Metal behemoths
Walk in place, subjugating
All those who mount them.

Seventeen syllables, No. 17

"Hey green car, you must
Stop behind the red stop sign!"
Blue lights swim through rain.

Looks like my Spring haiku are done... now on to Summer.

My fate is sealed

A day ago I turned in the last documents required in order to become part of the Collective. I'm currently in quarter time. Or so they say. Whatever that means.

I do hope I can get to write some Summer haiku before Summer actually ends. ^_^

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: The Thompson Twins, "Hold Me Now".

Seventeen syllables, No. 16

I press Down, Down, Down,
On the keyboard, pointlessly.
Moonbeams shine outside.

Seventeen syllables, No. 15

The passenger seat
Is always occupied by
My friends yesterday.

Seventeen syllables, No. 14

Silk lei on the ground.
Looking—now flowers not just
On my printed shirt.