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The Melodious Lawsuit

My life is a boo-boo. That day keeps haunting me and lands me in deep thought.   They came in black mood, like the evening spread out in the sky, ready to blow a fuse in soft March night.   I was then holding my ‘67’ Gibson SG guitar. The gig. My gig. Interrupted. They, disturbing my universe.   Then came a man dressed in Dolce & Gabbana stretch wool suit with a lady accentuated with Chopard Happy Dreams pendant, ignoring the lights focused on me, tuning out the crowd gaping at the scene.   The ‘Happy Dreams’ lady then slapped me with tears cascading her porcelain skin. “What do you think you’re doing?” Then threw me with a disgusted look   She was trembling. A rare sight. The ‘Dolce’ man offered her solace with his fiery eyes taunting me.   He boxed me with his robust fist The clenched fist that used to lightly tap me. The fist bump forgotten, replaced by knuckle sandwich . Blood dripped.   ‘You don’t understand’ is all I uttered. He hurled his imprecations at me Reminding me with all the things he provided me Giving me a glare that fix me in a formulated song   In their eyes, I was just playing hooky, a lost child, happy-go-lucky I am pinned down. Wriggling against their sharp-wittedness.

All they want is to encapsulate me in the Ivy League The place they called my destiny. But the place I never wanted But the place that killed me.   They grabbed my arms and forced me out of the venue. I was floundering. Because if I would let them, I wouldn’t see myself again Like I’m throwing myself in dire straits.   But I only want a school of hard knocks. All my life I’ve been living in an ivory tower. Smothered with their clout Forced me to dance to their tune.   I, imprisoned with these two dictators They, blinded with their own frustrations. I, hoping  one day could play an earworm But they, call the shots, call the tune.   That ‘Dolce’ man furiously looked at something. But unlike before, his eyes were telling a plan to commit I began to panic. I knew the thing he had in mind Yet, he freed my arms and went directly to the stage   He took hastily the special electric guitar I play And destroyed it as his blazing emotions reflected in his sadistic actions with eyes glowing like fire. with menacing look telling me it’s a dressing-down   While the ‘Happy Dreams’ lady browbeated me I thought she would understand After all, I was her bun in the oven. But Atticus Finch is the desire she has for me.

Now, I am muddling the cards of my life. The past leaves me nothing but to shed tears Tears that dropped me to this inescapable course Destiny that assassinates my identity and buried me to the end of my soul.

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Activity 2 (R&D) Business Writing

January 03, 2017

Mr. Michael Miralo

TL, Research and Development Department

Cloud English Training and Teaching, Inc.

Unit 3101A West Tower, Philippine Stock Exchange Centre (Tektite), 

Exchange Road, Ortigas Center, Pasig City 1605

Dear Sir Mike:

This is further to our meeting of last week at which we discussed about the future tasks of the Communication Group for the coming months after we finished the module writing contents.

As we tackled in the meeting, the following are the things we should work on: 

Think of the official name of the group that will handle all the publication of the company;

Prepare for series of workshop activities that will hone the knowledge and skills of the writers ;  

Propose a workshop program/event details which clearly indicates a certain topic, estimated budget, materials needed, objectives of the program, activities, and target resource speaker ;

Divide the members into three sub-groups (Implementation Group, Magazine Team, and Preparation Team) ;

Determine the members who will be in-charge of the implementation group who will take the initial action on the official presentation of the communication skills modules in front of the SMs and TLs.

As agreed, the implementation team will have a meeting tomorrow, January 04, 2017 at around 2AM in the 31st floor pantry. TL Marbee is to act as the meeting coordinator throughout the discussion.

The following are the expected agenda for the next meeting:

Construct a checklist to determine particular communication skill issues ;

Map the timeline of activities;

Develop the implementation procedures (dissemination / pilot-testing;

Plan for the data-gathering tools (item analysis) ;

Review the problems encountered during and after the module writing.

I trust I have covered all of the points that we discussed.  If you have any concerns, feel free to contact me at 0919XXXXX or leave me a message at teachermiranda.bucc@gmail.com. 

Thanks for another great meeting today. See you at tomorrow’s meeting.

Sincerely, 

Shiena F. Irinco

R&D member

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Activity 1 (R&D)Creative Writing

A Memoir of a Drama Queen

I am a queen with no crown. Have I always been thankful for everything in my life? Of course. But I never practiced gratitude until then. Because I am a drama queen. I think therefore I am.

You talk about your families, work, and real world issues. But for me, I focus on how horrible drama is. I flatter you to the detriment of life I express how much I hate drama and those in the midst of drama Yet, I am a drama queen. Because I think therefore I am.

Nobody is outside of my sphere of attack. To defend my fragile ego, I blame others. You say thank you for even little things other did to you. But I pinpoint others' shortcomings to build up my own sense of identity That's how life is for a drama queen. I think therefore I am.

I evade truth because I am emotionally unavailabe. You take problems as a challenge, but I take struggles to the next level. Anchovies become whales. Molehills become mountains. Wounds become death. Sparks become fire. Yes, I am a drama queen. I think therefore I am.

But one day, one child is the death of me. He kissed my cheek with his puppy-dog eyes. He showered my rock of heart with strawberries and rainbow. It's all because I was stung by a serpent and left me with a bun in the oven. But, he's a radiance like a largesse I can't bottle. As he overthrows my pea-brained belief about life.

Yes, I am a drama queen. A half-witted existence of the world I don't say my 'Thank you.' My stature doesn't allow me that. But, I smile ear to ear at everyone I see now I am a drama queen but I am grateful. I think therefore I am.