Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Been a Long Time

Posted: March 2, 2014 in passion
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I am back!

Been away for a bit so I need some time to warm up. We transferred apartment units so I did not have connection for more than a week.

Hopefully,  in a few days I will be back in my groove. ūüėČ

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Write

Posted: November 22, 2013 in passion, Q and A, writing
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Question of the Day: What are you trying to do?

Well, this is bound to happen.  Sooner or later the day will come when either I will not be in the mood to write or I just have nothing to write about.

Today, I am simply not in the mood to put my thoughts on my virtual paper.  So, yes, what I am trying to do is write.

I don’t know why today just is not my day to write. ¬†I mean, I am not that tired. ¬†I got home a bit early but for some odd reason I just do not have that urge to pick up my imaginary pen. ¬†I actually put off writing until I am too sleepy to think properly. ¬†HAHA!

They say that you are not a writer if you experience writer’s block. ¬†I do not believe that. ¬†Because no matter what your profession is, there will be at least one day in your entire professional career when your passion to work turns from a bright flame to a small ember.

I believe that this is just normal.  We are human, after all, and not robots or computers that, once booted up, will always perform to their fullest.  Unless something is wrong in the circuitry.

However, I hope that this will not last long because I would rather be too tired to write than too indifferent to to do so. ¬†The first one is pretty easy to overcome by getting some rest. ¬†Indifference, on the other hand, has no cure at all and this is something I’d rather not experience at all.

So, even though I have absolutely nothing to write about, here I am racking my brains out to come up with a passable post for today’s question and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day for my blog.

Writer

Posted: November 18, 2013 in passion, Q and A, writing
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Question of the Day: What is your dream job of the day?

To create a world of my own with words I put together has always been something I dreamed of doing.  To be able to do this for a living would be a dream come true.  Not just for one day but for the rest of my life.

I always dreamed of seeing my name on the cover of my very own novel someday.  Or create a magical world for children and the child-at-heart.  Or come up with a script for a blockbuster movie.

I want to be a writer not just for the money that it will bring me but for the chance to impart to the world the images, characters, and stories that are forever swirling in my head.

This has been my dream job for the longest time and, I believe, will always be my dream job. ¬†But, I hope it won’t be a dream for much longer. ¬†I am hoping, with all my heart and soul, that it will become my reality soon.

The Dream

Posted: November 17, 2013 in passion, short story, writing
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(something I wrote a while ago)

 

Bang!

Lisa was jolted out of a deep sleep by the bedroom door banging shut.

I must have left it open, she thought as she stretched and slowly crawled out of her bed. Then, she realized that it was a hot night and she closed the windows to turn on the AC.

Her heart stared to pound faster as she turned on her bedside lamp and looked around her room. Nothing looks different. Everything looks the same. Shrugging off her unease, she crossed the room to her bathroom.

As she washed her face to calm her nerves down, she heard something. A whisper of a movement in her bedroom. With her face dripping wet, she went back to her room and looked around again. Again, she saw nothing. Everything was the same and all was quiet.

Damn, girl, she thought, you have one heck of an imagination.

She went back to her bathroom, took her towel, and started to wipe her face dry in front of the mirror. And that’s when she saw it. Two tiny marks on the side of her throat. Not fresh wounds but still a little red.

She leaned in closer and tried to examine them. They looked like insect bites except they weren’t swollen. She was afraid to touch them for fear that she’d irritate them. And that’s when her dream came back to her in flashes.

Red eyes. Face of a god. Body of a god. Blocking her way home, a narrow street by the park.

Damn, why did I take this stupid shortcut.

As she looked at this terrifyingly handsome man, she realized that she can’t move or scream. Her legs seemed to be glued to the ground and her mouth sewn shut.

Oh my god!

And that’s when the god started to move towards her. His long legs closing the distance between them one meter at a time. As he closed in she suddenly realized that she wanted whatever is about to happen. That she would give him anything he asked of her. So, she just stood there and stared at the sky as he pounced and bit her on the neck.

She moaned as she felt her blood flowing from her neck to his mouth. She moaned as she realized that her blood is now coursing through his glorious body. She moaned and pulled him closer to her, silently inviting him to take more. An invitation he accepted as he crushed him to her. She went limp in his arms as he continued to drink his fill. She has never felt this good and she did not want it to end.

Please, dear God. Don’t let it end.

A dream, she thought to herself as she looked at the marks again. It was just a dream. Shaking herself free of the dream, she turned to hang her towel but dropped it to the floor instead. For standing at the doorway was the god with the red eyes and glorious body. Smiling at her.

Question of the Day: Where do you find pleasure?

I have always had varied interests but the first ever hobby I had that really brought me so much joy was reading.  As a kid, I would devour the stories in my lecture books even before school started and then I discovered fiction.

Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley Twins, Sweet Valley High, Sweet Dreams. These were some of the first series I fell in love with.

Since then, books have been my escape.  I would run into those pages to hide from my reality whenever I feel like my world is starting to get too small.

Then, I guess as a consequence of my addiction to this alternate reality, I started to write.  I found it extremely gratifying to try and create my own world.  Weave an entire reality from a string of letters I created.

I would write short story after short story, poem after poem. ¬†The only problem is I lost most of what I wrote when I was younger. ¬†I also lost the passion as I grew older and I regret that. ¬†But, I really hope to God I can revive that with this blog. ūüôā

So for years those two things were my hobbies then I started working and discovered food.

When I moved to the big city with my sister, we made a pact.  Every pay day, we will try out new restaurants and new cuisine.  We were able to try a lot of different things together but our favorite restaurant then was The Spaghetti Factory.

It wasn’t fine dining but it was an adventure. ¬†You can choose the type of pasta you want from 8 options and the sauce from more than 200 options. ¬†We found it hard to remember what combinations we already tried but we always looked forward to those dinners. ¬†It was a break from my usual Filipino dishes.

Then, it dawned on me.  I can cook Filipino dishes and I am starting to get bored cooking the same dishes I know week after week.  So, I started to try out new recipes.  The first cuisine I tried was, of course, Italian.  PASTA!!!

Since I was able to create “edible” dishes and didn’t cause stomach ache to any of my family it turned into another hobby. ¬†It became my refuge after a harrowing week. ¬†Now, I’ve tried and successfully cooked some Italian, American, Thai, Chinese, and German dishes. ¬†The only thorn on my side is French and I hope to improve on that. ¬†I also plan to be able to make maki someday as this is my current obsession now.

However, I don’t get to cook everyday as I am usually too tired to be productive whenever I get home from work. ¬†Most days, I just want to sit on the couch and be a potato and this gave birth to my obsession to tv shows.

I will not even try to enumerate all the shows I watch as there are too many but I love sitcoms and cop shows. ¬†My favorite character is probably Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. ¬†After all, it was the first series I got addicted to and I still follow this show, along with a dozen others (I think!). ūüôā

But, despite all these hobbies there are two things that I cannot live without and would always give me the biggest pleasure: my family and friends.

Whenever I feel down, I like to surround myself with them and they are also the ones I want to celebrate with when I have little triumphs.  They helped made me the person I am today and are continuously helping me mold myself to be a better person.

These people are my life.  My love.  My soul.

 

 

Q and A a Day

Posted: November 7, 2013 in passion, Q and A
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Last Saturday I spent a wonderful food-filled night with a friend.  We decided to go to this particular street known to be peppered with great restaurants.

And like the foodie that I think I am, I treasure nights like these.  Not just for the good food but also for the conversation.

It was on this night that may friend introduced me to Q and A a Day.  As she was describing what it was to me, I suddenly had an idea.  She was planning to use the book as it was meant to be used, a journal.  I, on the other hand, got a better idea.

I decided to use the questions and answer them in my blog. ¬†This way I can hit two birds with one stone: 1. I finally have the reason to continue blogging and keep a journal at the same time and 2. I can improve that one skill I have but haven’t used in a long time, my writing skills.

So, yes, I am joining the Q and A a Day bandwagon starting today.

Here’s to a new adventure!!! ūüôā

Dream and Write

Posted: August 21, 2013 in passion, writing
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I love to read. ¬†Ever since I was a kid, books were my escape. ¬†I love how I can create my own world through the author’s words. ¬† How they can paint you an entirely different world just by putting together words, phrases, and sentences on a piece of paper.

As I grew older, I realized that I can do that myself.  Someday.  For a while, I kept the dream up.  Yes, I did not pursue a writing course in college but I did not make that stop me from writing.  I joined an organization of creative writers.  I joined a college newspaper and made sure I write stories whenever I can.

But, the dream died gradually when I started working.  First, I just could no longer find the time to write.  Then, I was too tired to write.

Until, one day, when I did try to write again I realized that my muse has deserted me.  I found it hard to just sit down and weave magic into my words.  Like, I never even had the power to wield my pen like that in the first place.

This saddened me.  Because I saw my dream wilt and die.  Something I never thought could ever happen.

And I tried to live with that for a couple of years but I realized I just could not let that happen. ¬†I need to write, for myself or for others. ¬†It is a part of me. ¬†Part of what makes me happy. ¬†Part of what makes me… me.

So, I decided to try again.  I started to blog.  In fact, I started several blogs.  But I never had the patience to maintain it until now.

Now, I have decided to make this blog the one that will last.  However, this blog will be more than just a way for me to let my thoughts be known because I picked up a few more interests along the way, evident in my previous posts.

I just hope that by mixing it up I can have a few more followers.

But, you will have to bear with me as I am a bit rusty. ¬†Hopefully, though, I will be able to wield my metaphorical pen as I once used to. ¬†Like a magic wand. ūüôā