Hello! Monday, March 02, 2009 |
Oh my, I neglected this again. Sorry dear readers!
Anyway, as requested by a friend.
Oh my, I neglected this again. Sorry dear readers!
Anyway, as requested by a friend.
note to self Friday, October 31, 2008 |
http://pinoydsl.net/viewtopic.php?t=3916
Started as a profile update. Spawned into this. Tuesday, July 08, 2008 |
I wish I could tell you that I have normal dreams about walking into my crowded high school naked. I wish I could say that I don't talk to myself and/or inanimate objects out loud, after naming them something catchy like Edward Runnywick. I wish I could tell you that I didn't fall more in love with book/TV characters then I do with real people. I wish I could say that I neither care to read books nor ever consider writing one. And I really, really wish I could tell you that I'm the same as every other regular person on the planet. But I can't.
I dream about adventure, loss, and pain, where everything is adrenaline infused and entirely out to get me [though I somehow remain oddly detached and fearless, maintaining the pretense of urgency while somehow knowing it's all a dream at the same time]. I have never, ever gone to a "crowded" high school, attending instead a tiny, private school that I manage to be entirely too fond of and loathe at the same time.
I talk to myself [and others occasionally] in various accents, and I had a very long friendship with the third bathroom stall in my elementary school's hallway. We used to discuss math, though I never named him. I have also named the parrots on my wall [the lizards remain untitled as of now]. The crazy eyed one: Jasper. The biggest one: Emmet. And the unique, sly blue one: Edward [of course].
I could say that I've been in love before. But that would be lying. The truth is Peter Pan held my heart for a while. So did Alex Rider. And many, many other literary figures filled with snark. But I seem to play it closer to the literary vest now. And am proud to say that Edward Cullen never owned me in the least. Though I think about him sometimes. Just to figure him out.
I broadcast my thoughts via the viral miracle Twitter. I blog here. I frequently visit the Stickam community. In my spare time I work on 1 of the 15 or so book plots I have formulated [in various stages of outlines and written chapters]. And I am proud to say that I have hit the 50,000 word mark twice quite to my own astonishment. [though I have to sadly admit I've never yet finished a novel].
I think it's safe to say I'm not ordinary [mallrat] at all.
I dream about adventure, loss, and pain, where everything is adrenaline infused and entirely out to get me [though I somehow remain oddly detached and fearless, maintaining the pretense of urgency while somehow knowing it's all a dream at the same time]. I have never, ever gone to a "crowded" high school, attending instead a tiny, private school that I manage to be entirely too fond of and loathe at the same time.
I talk to myself [and others occasionally] in various accents, and I had a very long friendship with the third bathroom stall in my elementary school's hallway. We used to discuss math, though I never named him. I have also named the parrots on my wall [the lizards remain untitled as of now]. The crazy eyed one: Jasper. The biggest one: Emmet. And the unique, sly blue one: Edward [of course].
I could say that I've been in love before. But that would be lying. The truth is Peter Pan held my heart for a while. So did Alex Rider. And many, many other literary figures filled with snark. But I seem to play it closer to the literary vest now. And am proud to say that Edward Cullen never owned me in the least. Though I think about him sometimes. Just to figure him out.
I broadcast my thoughts via the viral miracle Twitter. I blog here. I frequently visit the Stickam community. In my spare time I work on 1 of the 15 or so book plots I have formulated [in various stages of outlines and written chapters]. And I am proud to say that I have hit the 50,000 word mark twice quite to my own astonishment. [though I have to sadly admit I've never yet finished a novel].
I think it's safe to say I'm not ordinary [mallrat] at all.
rabble rabble rabble Monday, June 23, 2008 |
phew. today is the first day i have taken it easy in a while. i'm catching up on some internet-related things that i owe various people, watching tv & nursing my blistered feet. i still have some assignments due for school and exams. i will be done by teusday afternoon but i should definitely start studying.. eek!
my blogging(or lack of thereof) has been lame lately. big exciting things to come though!
my blogging(or lack of thereof) has been lame lately. big exciting things to come though!
are you still proud of being a filipino? Tuesday, May 27, 2008 |
New York Times Op/Ed features a piece entitled: Invading Myanmar For Its Own Good
I think many of the arguments apply to invading the Philippines--and not just for its own good but for the Asian region, if not the world! It's leaders are adept at foisting tragedy on their own people...even without the natural disasters, though they know how to when that sort of thing happens too. Will somebody please save us. Honestly this is worse than Burma because we know better and we just don't deserve this Hell. Most Pinoys will surely help! How about it Uncle Sam?
I think the Philippines could easily become so ungovernable and descend into social chaos--say a combination of Somalia and Myanmar--that in its own interest the United States would be forced to take drastic action, much as she would not at all like to, or given her stretched-too-thin military, be unable to! The scenario under which this might happen is easily imaginable with the CPP leadership struggling with its aging kidneys and running out of time, and the Malaysians running out on the increasingly al Qaeda influenced Moro insurgents.
I think many of the arguments apply to invading the Philippines--and not just for its own good but for the Asian region, if not the world! It's leaders are adept at foisting tragedy on their own people...even without the natural disasters, though they know how to when that sort of thing happens too. Will somebody please save us. Honestly this is worse than Burma because we know better and we just don't deserve this Hell. Most Pinoys will surely help! How about it Uncle Sam?
I think the Philippines could easily become so ungovernable and descend into social chaos--say a combination of Somalia and Myanmar--that in its own interest the United States would be forced to take drastic action, much as she would not at all like to, or given her stretched-too-thin military, be unable to! The scenario under which this might happen is easily imaginable with the CPP leadership struggling with its aging kidneys and running out of time, and the Malaysians running out on the increasingly al Qaeda influenced Moro insurgents.
friendships Friday, May 02, 2008 |
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I’m a Writer, Really Sunday, April 27, 2008 |
At this point, I’m left without a choice but to accept that I am a writer. Because sometimes, I wonder.. if I’m not a writer, then what else am I? If I’m not gonna write, what else am I to do? If I can’t be good at writing, where else could I be good at? It actually takes a lot of courage to admit these things to myself (which I have to do every single day by the way).
I am what most people would call a jack of all trades, master of none. Let me explain further.
Back then, it was Web Design that I was seriously pursuing, and I’d spend hours and hours self-studying my way around it, making myself familiar with Adobe Photoshop, Frontpage (jurassic era) and MX Dreamweaver. My pursuit, however, only allowed me to go as far as creating cute blog layouts for my own pleasure and enjoyment, and for friends and online contacts who, perhaps, were just supportive rather than impressed with my work, hehe. I design, by not really.
I’d want to be a guitarist too, but my rockstardom didn’t reach farther than the four corners of my room. I play mostly piano, which I do in church, and once in a while, with friends. Playing these two instruments is an art I haven’t mastered yet. Often, I find myself wishing that I’m better at them. Oh, and I sing too, and I could pick up a mic and sing along with a videoke just right, or blend in anytime with our church’s praise and worship team, but my vocal aesthetics is not enough to take me places. I’m a musician, but not really.
Now, I dream of pursuing serious photography. I have seriously thought of investing on a DSLR, with the hopes that maybe, just maybe, I could excel in this particular field and be confident about it. But, as expected of me, I still haven’t made the essential steps to pursue this because more than the financial investment I have to consider, I still fear that just like web design and music, I would probably just end up wallowing in mediocrity and wasting my money. Such pessimism I have, yeah, thanks. Hehe. I’m a photographer wannabe, but not really.
And then there’s writing.
Sometimes I wonder why after all these years of writing, I still have to convince myself that I am a writer. Writing is not like something I tried to pursue, I just found myself doing it. And unlike web design which I had to work out on, I didn’t spend hours consciously harnessing my writing skills. And unlike playing the guitar and piano on which my parents made me take lessons for, I didn’t take any particular subject or training that contributed to my writing now.
Writing for me sort of just happened. And I didn’t really think I excel at it, it’s just something I had to do. Because if I don’t write, I can’t seem to imagine myself doing anything else. Because I love doing it (even though at times it doesn’t love me back). And because sometimes, I hate doing it too (even during those times I have no choice but to do it).
The existence of this love-hate relationship with writing makes me convinced that I am a writer. I must be one. I mean, aren’t all writers love writing and hate it too at one point or another?
Now, that I'm in college, I'm taking up creative writing. Now, I have more reasons to accept reality and believe that I’d most likely spend my entire life doing this. But let me tell you more about that another time.
I am what most people would call a jack of all trades, master of none. Let me explain further.
Back then, it was Web Design that I was seriously pursuing, and I’d spend hours and hours self-studying my way around it, making myself familiar with Adobe Photoshop, Frontpage (jurassic era) and MX Dreamweaver. My pursuit, however, only allowed me to go as far as creating cute blog layouts for my own pleasure and enjoyment, and for friends and online contacts who, perhaps, were just supportive rather than impressed with my work, hehe. I design, by not really.
I’d want to be a guitarist too, but my rockstardom didn’t reach farther than the four corners of my room. I play mostly piano, which I do in church, and once in a while, with friends. Playing these two instruments is an art I haven’t mastered yet. Often, I find myself wishing that I’m better at them. Oh, and I sing too, and I could pick up a mic and sing along with a videoke just right, or blend in anytime with our church’s praise and worship team, but my vocal aesthetics is not enough to take me places. I’m a musician, but not really.
Now, I dream of pursuing serious photography. I have seriously thought of investing on a DSLR, with the hopes that maybe, just maybe, I could excel in this particular field and be confident about it. But, as expected of me, I still haven’t made the essential steps to pursue this because more than the financial investment I have to consider, I still fear that just like web design and music, I would probably just end up wallowing in mediocrity and wasting my money. Such pessimism I have, yeah, thanks. Hehe. I’m a photographer wannabe, but not really.
And then there’s writing.
Sometimes I wonder why after all these years of writing, I still have to convince myself that I am a writer. Writing is not like something I tried to pursue, I just found myself doing it. And unlike web design which I had to work out on, I didn’t spend hours consciously harnessing my writing skills. And unlike playing the guitar and piano on which my parents made me take lessons for, I didn’t take any particular subject or training that contributed to my writing now.
Writing for me sort of just happened. And I didn’t really think I excel at it, it’s just something I had to do. Because if I don’t write, I can’t seem to imagine myself doing anything else. Because I love doing it (even though at times it doesn’t love me back). And because sometimes, I hate doing it too (even during those times I have no choice but to do it).
The existence of this love-hate relationship with writing makes me convinced that I am a writer. I must be one. I mean, aren’t all writers love writing and hate it too at one point or another?
Now, that I'm in college, I'm taking up creative writing. Now, I have more reasons to accept reality and believe that I’d most likely spend my entire life doing this. But let me tell you more about that another time.