It’s been a while

It’s been a while since I last posted a poem here in WP. I missed my friends in WP. I missed my former routine – reading poems every morning and checking artworks from different artists and appreciating them..

I also miss having luxury of time drinking coffee in McDonalds each morning, with my headphones in while I write. Though times had been tough for the past months and I miss being able to lax in the morning, before I start a battlefield-like feeling at work, I’d say I don’t regret any single choice I made.

Though time and comfort is not there (I’m talking about the usual time & comfort
I used to have), progress and being able to learn without losing yourself is more important. Outside your comfort zone, there’s danger, pain and the things you fear – but there is also growth, learning and progress – just don’t forget who you are.

I wouldn’t elaborate on the things that transpired and I know it’s still early to say that 2016 has been a year of change for me, but it is really.

So, what am I up to, at the moment?

Right now, I’m waiting for a print out of my poetry collection draft.I will be collaborating with 10 artists and hopefully, by next year, Godwilling, I’ll have it officially published (This has been my long time dream).

New Polls

There are two polls which I created today and that is to ask opinion from you about two book titles 🙂


I’ll appreciate your vote 🙂

Full Stop

Days before I wrote this, I had been thinking of shutting down my blog OR not fully shutting it, but to stop writing poetry.

I’m planning to save poems for a fifth drafted book called FULL STOP. That’s what I’ve been thinking. But I’ll sure miss poetry. It was my first love back when I was in elementary.

For a change, I kept a diary. I lodge daily events in my life. Only due to stressful times or stressful work (nothing to do with people, but because it’s numbers) I find it hard to write daily.

During my break OR after I stop writing, I might find myself reading books of novels, poetry or any genre I like.

When I read the poems I made year ago, I was quite disappointed, having the fact that I hate my own works, so I decided to take a full stop to improve or to fully stop it.

But anyways, writing has always been my relief. I might not take a full stop. But I enjoyed my stay here in WordPress.

F1 is for help

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

When you press the F1 button on your computer keyboard, Windows Help and Support will pop up.

But in life, is there anyone who ask us if we need help? My friends ask me how I am but no one has dared to ask when I needed help. There was no one. Why? Because maybe I always laugh. I always look ok. If I cry, I do it alone.

It was just few weeks ago. I’m talking to a customer with so many complaints about the service. We were talking for more than 30 minutes already and my team leader knows that I typically handle calls for 3 minutes, 10-15 minutes for those complaint calls.

He then went to my back and said “Do you need help”. I heard him but as I was too busy explaining to customer, I was not able to reply to him upfront. I just shook my head.

He was the first to ask me that. That meant a lot to me. I didn’t really needed help that time, but that moment, I appreciated him. To know that someone is willing to help me.

There were those times when I needed help and asked other people, and I was rejected. I became used to it. That took me to appreciate him.

After I have completed my clearance a day ago, I sent a text message to him as courtesy. I told him he’s the sweetest team leader I had. He is really the sweetest manager I’ve worked with.

Those people who help other people sometimes also need people who are willing to help them.

Caught in between worlds

What happens if you’re a nocturnal creäture since birth and your body demands you to work in the morning? Yes. You’re now officially caught between two worlds.

You can’t be working in the evening because your body will pull your stats down by the absences because you’re gonna get sick. Meanwhile, you can work in the morning but the thing is, it will feel different.

Because being a nocturnal, your mind operates well while it’s dark time. While majority of the people are falling asleep, that’s the time when your brain is sparkling with ideas. So in the morning, your brain is nothing as a chicken stock.

Being caught between two worlds is a feeling like being between anything. You’re in between hot and cold. No choice but to adopt to anywhere you’ll go to.

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

Illustration A is for those people who are nocturnal, yet are asked to go to a day-shift job. Whereas, Illustration B is for the opposite, those morning people who are asked to go on a night-shift. Both are in a difficult state.

 

Next Project: Picture Perfect

I was just online for almost an hour and a half when an idea strike my mind.
I know that it’s non-sense to post something that I wouldn’t tell in detail.
But I just want to have this as a surprise.
To give you a hint, it is about taking photos 🙂

Memories linger. Feelings change. Pictures don’t 🙂
Coming Soon!

Excited Lenanoid here 🙂

When boredom strikes . . .

Some drawings for your eyes only 🙂

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The Element. Nothing is so special about this. You just have to CARE to know what I mean 🙂 Yes. CARE is The Element

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Since I am a CSR (Customer Service Representative), this has been my job – to listen and to understand. To let my callers know that I listen to them 🙂

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This artwork (if you can consider it as an art) is entitled One Starry Night. I am inclined to dark background of portraits and what not.  MED here – Melancholic Emotional Dramatic. Cheerio!

Till next time,

Hope I didn’t ruin your day 🙂

One Night At The Jeepney

One night at the jeepney, I was on my way home from work. I noticed a girl sitting near the jeepney driver’s seat. She has a kind aura. There was something about her aura that I can’t take my eyes off her.

She noticed that I’m looking at her, so I looked away because I am too shy to smile. I don’t know what’s with her. I looked at her, from her face to her dress. She’s simple. She doesn’t wear any colorful make up on her face, but I can say she’s pretty.I can say that she’s kind, the way she extends her hand to hand the money to the driver. I have read her. I don’t know her personally, I don’t know her but I know she’s kind.

There’s something about her kindness that I envy. Because I know that I am not harmless like her. I had this glitch in my personality since my mother died. I don’t know if it’s right to blame her death. But things have been different since she left me. She left me for good, I know. But that girl is really a face and a soul that is so rare today, that I became curious who she is.

LIFE IS A EVERYDAY STORY

I have no review to post, no poem to compose, no story to write. Today was just a plain day, with a bit ache from my head. I woke up at 3am and had a conversation with myself (it’s as if I was interviewing my self). Weird right? Then I went to work. Not late. Not bad for a 14-day trainee. Then I ate my packed lunch at 9am. Then got online at noon, while talking to someone special. In the afternoon, we were able to take calls. I got a headache though. And now I’m okay. Just would like to share how my day was. How was yours?

REVIEWS COMING: MY SECOND BLOGSITE

Just last week, I’ve created a blog-site, where I will post reviews about what I read, and what I ‘ve watched. I will still keep this blog-site (lenanoid.wordpress.com) though. I’ll still post short stories, poems on this site. I’ll appreciate it if you’ll  follow my second blog-site, which is lenabitare.wordpress.com. Regarding the survey time I’ve created, I’m planning to write an article about it. It has been a tough time for me to write since I’m still training for a day-shift job. As soon as the things get easy, I’ll be back posting poems and all.  Many thanks. 🙂

Survey Time!

MY THANKS TO MY VIEWERS and LIKERS

Hi, everyone!

It’s been 3 days since I have posted poems with different topics. Some are of love, bitterness, patriotism, and some are nonsense thoughts that I just had.

It’s been 1 year and six months since I started this blog, and I am overwhelmed with the likes and the views that landed on my blog since I started posting poems.

Looking back, I have changed the name of my blog 3 times now, First is “Lenanoid’s Blog Site – Compassion. Poetry. Live Life. Live Love.“, then I changed it to “The Silent Scream – you’ll never hear what my heart wants to say“, and lastly, I settled for “The Red Box – Outside the world of inner possibilities

WHY “THE RED BOX”

There was nothing so special about it, it was not a case of a wedding ring. Back in July, I attended a seminar with some writers, and we were asked to compose a poem, and we were given “a red box” full of candies as a souvenir. That’s why I have thought of it.

It’s like a prize in what we do. When we write, people tend to appreciate our thoughts. For me, the red box is appreciation.

WHY LENANOID

Lena has been my nickname since grade school, although some call me Elena, but I prefer the one with no E. It came to a point wherein I was thinking of a username that I would use in writing. Then I looked at myself, I defined myself as a paranoid, cause sometimes, I tend to think of things that is beyond the future, or anything that may put my present relationship into risks. Because of that, I added the suffix -noid to my name Lena. Then Lenanoid was born.

BOTTOMLINE

Thank you to all my viewers and likers, I wrote this open letter to show you and to let you know how much I appreciate your interactions on my page, and yours as well.

I had a great stay on WordPress and I hope you do too.

Till next time,

Here’s to my beloved followers, likers, and viewers,

Photo Credit: Google Images

Photo Credit: Google Images

We can now write

A writer’s mind on a deep musing

Each of us has something in common than makes us alike. For singers, they have a common

Photo Credit: Google Images

Photo Credit: Google Images

passion for music, although they may differ in styles, pitch, but still the fact remains, they can sing. So as to writers, we have different styles, but we do have one thing in common – a mind to think. We might be all irritated to noises while writing, or while getting into the writing mood. But we all have that “thoughts attack”.

Each writer could have different stories and way of getting into writing, but we all have that one “stare” when we thought of something to write. I remember a time when we were riding a taxi when I thought of something to write, and I was misunderstood as a Kill Joy perk, because I was stuck at the moment when they were throwing jokes on me, and I couldn’t tell them that I have something in mind. I don’t usually tell people that I write. My co-workers know it, but not all people.

And just like a normal person, we all have love interests. We all have that one person that we can’t get out of our mind. That if they can only see what’s in our mind, they may drown from the imagination we do have.

As for a writer’s mind that maybe an ocean deep, there are times when we can think of nothing. That no matter how we push ourselves to write something, it feels as if there’s no use in pushing ourselves. I do believe we should not push ourselves in writing anything, just wait for the perfect time, when we’re in the perfect mood and when thoughts enter our mind, that’s it!

We can now write.

 

Understanding the Misunderstood

Photo Credit: Google Images

Photo Credit: Google Images

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to be misunderstood?
Do you know someone who has been misunderstood?

It’s not a nice feeling to begin with. To feel that no one sees the goodness in you, no one sees the real you, all they see is what they wanted to paint their eyes. From a misunderstood person’s point of view, it could be a suffering that they have been familiar with.

Maybe he thinks that because his hairstyle is different, people treat him totally different. Maybe because his color is different from the natives, they treat him an alien. Maybe because the way he act is different from what they want to see, he is alienated. Maybe because he dresses differently, he is a weirdo. Maybe because he has something that they don’t, he should be an outcast. Maybe because he has a dark past, he should be alone. Those could be the today’s society’s ruthless excuses.

Some people has to be reminded that learning the facts before judging SHOULD be done. It pays off to understand one’s misunderstood feelings. You never know if the person sitting next to you at a bus stop had been misunderstood for the rest of his life. If you’ll just see things the way he does, you’ll understand his pain. Walk a day in his shoes, you’ll feel how it is to walk in his path.

The next time we meet someone who’s being misunderstood, let’s try to understand them first by being a good friend. Understanding them will never hurt.

The Confused Post

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Photo Credit: Google Images

Today, I’m too confused to write, and yet, I still did. Sometimes, I see myself as an undefinable asshole. I don’t want to write, but I still did. I don’t want to sleep after I post this, but yes, I will.

Words are not enough
Inner conflicts and emotions sometimes are as hard as rock to express. I just find it sometimes frustrating, that I can’t put my emotion to words, something that I usually do. But today was really different that I just let it flow.

The inner conflict thing takes over
Speaking of inner conflicts, for weeks now, I have suppressed myself. Totally controlling even my own emotions, and I find it tiring. So i decided that from now on. I’ll just let the stream flow. Cause sooner or later, it will be gone, anyway. What I’m talking about? Guess what it’s a dark side. Not a dark or evil force, not devious. But I think I can illustrate it as a dark room where I go when I feel like. I haven’t been there for a long time now. But yes, I’ll make peace with myself.

My thoughts are as blurred as blur
Obviously, my mind is not clear at this moment. It’s like the thoughts are not complementing each other. Too much to say that I might get you confused that I would just like to post this blog as “Untitled due to Confusion” or “The Confused Post” whichever.

To the hope of the hopeless

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I dedicate this post to all people whom are now going through things that seem to defy their faith, lose their hope and give up on life.

I would like to bring somewhat a piece of hope to everybody who is losing theirs, but I know that saying words is just saying words, and action speaks a heavier lift. Sometimes, we face circumstances that are only chanced by life and death, and in some situations, we are conquered by our negative mind and the negative vibes. Life doesn’t end there. Just because there’s a rough flow in the waters, it doesn’t mean that you’ve reached the end point of the river. Just like the water that goes on, so as life.

There could be a time when we feel empty, hopeless, not sure of anything to come, and there, we could be fond of fears, full of tears, but we should see that hope isn’t limited to the possibilities of good times. Laughter doesn’t end when you cry.

Yes, it’s true sometimes that we never really know how strong we really are until it’s the only choice we have. We may sometimes go through tough times that we wanted to give up on everything that we held for a long time, but pain and sufferings has an end. So don’t ever give up. There’s a bright side for every dark spot. You just gotta find it in you. 🙂

Here’s to those who can’t find hope in hopelessness. Life is beautiful, Life is a gift. If you can’t find hope after you look around you, try looking up, a greater hope lies within what is beyond here 🙂

The Sick Writer Syndrome

It’s not the typical sickness that a doctor can diagnose. because I’m not talking about a literal syndrome, but figuratively, that’s what I want to call it. When you have been to writing, then, you have been accustomed to write the simplest way you can, then you stop writing. There it is. That’s how I became like this – like a sick writer, can’t write easy enough.

Photo Credit: Google Images

Photo Credit: Google Images

I miss writing, but not as much as I miss getting my thoughts moved. I love being lost in my thoughts. Maybe I have stopped writing for sometime, and I hope I didn’t stop thinking. If I really haven’t.

Lack of inspiration? I don’t know. Not moved enough? I don’t know. It’s like I am on war with myself. Maybe because I somewhat hate rules (not all rules) and restrictions, simply because it stops me from being me.

In addition to the syndrome thing, nothing can be so frustrating to a writer but to feel the struggle in expressing his own thoughts. And crying for help seems so underrated nowadays.

Well, goodluck to the struggle of a comeback-writer-hopeful-slash-backtobasic in writing.

Cheers to all!

My Personality Type: INFP

Introverted (I) 71.43% Extroverted (E) 28.57%
Intuitive (N) 70.59% Sensing (S) 29.41%
Feeling (F) 65.85% Thinking (T) 34.15%
Perceiving (P) 66.67% Judging (J) 33.33%

Your type is: INFP

INFP – “Questor”. High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.
 

Hi!

I have just stumbled upon a personality test this morning, so I took it. And taddda, there goes my result: I have an INFP (Introvered Feeling with Extraverted Intuition) type of personality — one of the 16 personality types that Carl Jungs had developed in early 1920s.

And then, I read the description of INFP. Since I feel as if I don’t know myself, well, it’s at least nice to read something about your attitude on the internet. Well here are some things that I’ve read, and I consider it as a fact, yeah some of it. Since the questions on the exam that I took are somewhat psychological, so I don’t consider it bad or bias at all. And here it goes:

  • Loyal and devoted
  • Sensitive to feelings
  • Warm, caring and interested in other people
  • Strong written communication skills
  • Prefers to work alone
  • Values close relationships
  • Focuses on the “big picture” rather than the details

INFPs generally have the following traits:

  • Strong value systems
  • Warmly interested in people
  • Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above their own
  • Loyal and devoted to people and causes
  • Future-oriented
  • Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction
  • Creative and inspirational
  • Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated
  • Sensitive and complex
  • Dislike dealing with details and routine work
  • Original and individualistic – “out of the mainstream”
  • Excellent written communication skills
  • Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams
  • Value deep and authentic relationships
  • Want to be seen and appreciated for who they are

http://psychology.about.com/od/trait-theories-personality/a/infp.htm

http://www.jungtype.com/infp.htm

http://www.personalitypage.com/html/INFP.html

http://www.16personalities.com/infp-personality

http://www.typelogic.com/infp.html

And the picture below, well it happens to me every time I stare at something, may it be a wooden door or a cement, or whatever, I can always see images and things and connects it as if it has something to say, like a clue or a reminder, but I don’t take it seriously, but seeing heart figures on things I don’t expect make me feel romantic and the dreamy side of me awakes then.

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For more images, you can click this link:

https://www.google.com/search?psj=1&bav=on.2,or.r_cp.r_qf.&bvm=bv.47883778,d.dGI&biw=1524&bih=680&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=en&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=Oqy_UfLmIon0lAXFwID4DA&q=infp#imgrc=_

And there it goes, haha.. I really wanted to be alone sometimes, I love to think and ponder, I sometimes wouldn’t want to be disturbed, and I can really feel “drained” when I’m too exposed at the outside world, especially with the people I don’t know, but when I’m with my friends, well I’m at ease. So much for that, it’s great that I got same result although I took the test twice, with different questions. Well here’s the link to the test if you want to try:

http://similarminds.com/jung.html

Here’s to those who don’t know themselves yet! 🙂

The best is yet to come,

Ciao! ^_^

Odd times to write

rarWho wouldn’t be upset? Just when I don’t have a pen and paper beside me, that’s when my mind reaches the sky, those are the moments when I’m about to sleep, when I’m walking slow in a fast phased crowded place, when I’m riding a jeepney, and the strangest is while I’m taking a shower.

For some of the instances, I could find a way to write my thoughts, but for the shower thing, I couldn’t find any.

I sometimes ask myself : why do those thoughts have to disappear quickly and can’t be remembered easily?

My remedy is – I bought a notebook dedicated for my blogs and thoughts, so anytime I feel the vibe to write, I could – no matter where I am and who I am with.

Here’s to the Women of Today!

qvm0rgddzzkk4m3gzoaqs8jwvyzl5fg1Girl power — that’s what we got.

When pushed, we bite.
When forgiven, we love.
We appreciate the beauty of our fellow women.
We feel others emotion.
When loved, we love back.

That’s just us.
The women of today.
We got — Beauty and Power

Short Thought : ♥ Forget what other people think and JUST LOVE ME. ♥

Short Thought : ♥ Forget what other people think and JUST LOVE ME. ♥

With many complications in a relationship, somehow you can think of that.
The thought is somehow similar to the saying “Shut up and kiss me”.
It’s parallel due to the fact that we would like to forget the world and run to our lover’s comfort