The Local Medusa

I am but a small voice who wanted nothing but be heard.

I wanted to make a difference. God bless me for what I am about to do.

Until then... I want to convey to my loved ones that whatever I do, I dedicate it to them.

When will they ever understand?

Sports is something that most people will never understand...


There is this mini-sportsfest held by our organization. We formed groups
(or teams) who will be competing with each other in different sports
activities within the year. The aim is to foster camaraderie among us employees.
We were so excited then. Uniforms were sewn, in colour-coding patterns.

Volleyball came first. But oh, God, may I say I didn't enjoy the game. Why?
How was that?

My other team-members wanted to win... at all costs... so that not even
once was I permitted to get a ball other than the service. Imagine me
standing a foot or less just behind the net... embarrassing... made me to really
want to cry... Nevertheless... our team won.

Well, i just convinced myself that this may be one of the so-called "team strategies"...
Won a victory without the joy of winning in my heart....

Pity me... so sometimes, i think games of sports could never really promote
sportsmanship and camaraderie at all...

Since When Did I Become Me?

Don't actually remember when I started to emerge as me
The thought has just popped up and .... poof!!!... Medusa was born.

The writer within the meek person who is only known to some as
a plain being, content with a monthly salary, working from 9 to 6
... if they only knew...

I am here because of an influence. A friend who became an inspiration
owing to the love of freedom, beauty, and ... yes, literature.

With this blog... I hope to be in one with cyberspace and beyond.