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Writer's Block: Name your talent

  • Nov. 24th, 2009 at 10:54 AM

If you could have one extraordinary talent, what would you choose and why?

Submitted By [info]blackhole12


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To be able to spit gum and catch it.

I'm practicing.

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'fly,' said the mumma bird

  • Aug. 1st, 2009 at 9:39 PM

Purple Candles

The corners of the pages slowly brown as the baby shoes perch atop the bureau. Blue, satin and unworn. The light casts a spell on the bassinet as though singing a lullaby to a lifeless child. They all knew what was meant to be. Some found it absurd. Yes, it was just a child. Just a small mistake. Just a few tears shed. I’m sure to them it is. 

pens, correction tape, 1/4 quiz pad, highlighter, coloring materials, et cetera, et cetera

  • May. 26th, 2009 at 8:29 PM

I must be crazy...

But I'm begging for school to come nearer soon. After all the lazy, hazy, days, I actually miss work. I miss the rush that comes from thesis papers and quizzes maybe even tests and lab reports. I miss being able to stay up late for a reason. I miss my eyes being completely bloodshot and looking like they're about to burst out of their sockets, and to discover that I only got three mistakes off my Literature test paper. I miss solving equations and color-coding my notes and rushing to write the last few sentences off a Powerpoint lecture. I miss my friends. I miss clean fingernails and reciting with nose-bleeding words, and being told to tell the class what it means.

I miss the thrill of school.

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les parapluies de manille

  • May. 26th, 2009 at 8:00 PM

Thank you Global Warming...

I would've posted this ages ago but....

  • May. 24th, 2009 at 10:05 PM

Yes, I passed Chem. I did.

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holiday humdrum

  • Dec. 21st, 2008 at 7:51 PM

Apparently, since my parents got back, nothing's been that exciting.

Dunno, there's a thrill in being alone and nobody there to actually watch you, but those months that they were away, I just found out that I've grown so much.

So since during the Christmas party, I was talking with a friend and she told me about a song. She said the lyrics and it was unbelievable. Look it up. So here I am, typing a little thing called "My Grown-Up Christmas List" (and some other things for the upcoming year).
  1. a better life (to get things sorted and things like that)
  2. no more wars, please
  3. that people's lives would have more ups than downs
  4. to pass CHEM
  5. good grades (like the usual) 
  6. to expand horizons and that people understand that to expand horizons does not necessarily end in bad things (i.e.: acting. it exists in many forms and it is up to the actor to discover them and see what TRULY fits. it's like shoe shopping, you'll never know the best one unless you've tried it. same principle.)
  7. books (that's gotta be the first one on my material things)
  8. shoes :)
  9. clothes :)
  10. that people see people differently and actually consider what you're saying
  11. divine intervention
  12. to meet Sophie Kinsella (well, obviously not this Christmas but in some part of the year to come)
  13. to get a head-start on what i REALLY want to be. 
  14. red and clear-coat nail lacquer (LOL. for some insane reason, i want some)
  15. to get taller ( just a tad, please? :o3 )
  16. better recipes at home
  17. harmonizing indoor and outdoor time
  18. to be something I AM and to say proud and loud "HEY, GUYS! LOOK AT ME!"
  19. that two people will find each other (full stop. period. dot. point. whatever you guys call it. not mentioning who.)
  20. a laptop (heeeee!)
  21. a new iPod
  22. jewelry (can't go wrong)
  23. moneh
  24. to go to Europe
  25. HUGS NOT DRUGS
  26. a fountain pen 
  27. to pass CHEM
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  60. and a Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to all the souls in the planet!
  • mood: blank

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shut up

  • Dec. 12th, 2008 at 12:50 AM

Make the pain go awaaaaaayyyy...


Stupid thesis papers. 


  • mood: tired

Writer's Block: Crepuscular Drama

  • Nov. 22nd, 2008 at 3:16 PM

My school publishes a newspaper every now and then, then I read their article about Twilight and this is basically the same thing, with some lines akin, so if you like Twilight, but still bother to read this, deal with it.

I say I've seen better plots. The whole story basically evolves on a plain school girl and sees her prince charming in a 6-foot tall vampire, and then her whole world unravels into utter euphoria and focuses on Edward like he's the center of the universe.

Mortal + vampire = forbidden love. Like we haven't gotten enough of that already.

I would like to emphasize how overused the enactment is. Meyer's writing is surfaced, complete with the cliche metaphors. This only goes to show the shallowness of her method. She writes for no benefit, as though she's trying to carve a statue out of a single block of stone and it ends up as a cockroach, and not use the craft to create something worthy enough to be entitled a masterpiece. She refines it by using unnecessary synonyms, which is probably why people like it so much: it doesn't require thinking. 

Rarely to we see good literature nowadays, but at least it still exists. Paulo Coelho, Umberto Eco, Yann Martel, Audrey Niffenegger. It's high time the masses know about this.  

You're probably going to print this and omit everything, or tear it up to pieces or shred it. But I don't care. I've seen what is ugly and beautiful, and as a writer, it's my job to know. It's about time you do too. 




-As for the film, I haven't seen it yet, but then again, the verdict will be adjudicated.

  • mood: pensive

tear-stained windows

  • Nov. 15th, 2008 at 6:36 PM

her name was ann.


a day in the life

it was late that afternoon,
and i heard her voice again
through the telephone.

we gabbed about the past few
days...

and then she started to say
"when i get back, no more
tv in the afternoons."

oh.

new rules.

i didn't realize we were gonna 
have a new set.

i thought when she gets back
it's gonna be easier.
less pressure.
it was supposed to be.

supposed to.

"but wait," i falter "don't i have any 
options?" you're this, and dad's that.
"you're catholic, dad's an sda. can't
i choose?"
"i will soon be converted."
she says

"but i don't even know what to believe 
in yet."
"we will teach you what to believe in."
"but..."
"fine if you're going to stay in that religion,
but if you live in that house, you have 
to follow the rules."

oh gosh.

no. 

she's patronizing me.

i can't do this anymore.

"babe, we have to go. text me
when you get your report card.
i love you. bye."

i...
love you too.

"time to eat." the maid says.

"i'm not hungry."

i run to the bathroom, 
and put on a warm shower.

as if tepid water can actually
save a wretch like me.

but then again, 
it's my only refuge.

tears gush out like a sudden
storm in the months of June.

i hug my knees,
and let the incalescence enfold
my being.

why me? 
  • mood: cynical
  • musique:the soft whirring of the cpu

of report cards and broken slabs

  • Nov. 14th, 2008 at 10:47 PM


The butterfly treads on a feet of snow,

risking the edge of a frozen precipice,

all to seek solace.




  • mood: worried

summer turns the brain into mush

  • May. 26th, 2008 at 10:56 AM

It's been months, maybe even centuries since school ended. I was getting over clearance week then and finding some sort of remedy to cure my throbbing brain. 

When April came, summer was taking its toll on me, much like the climate. Whenever I woke up, dressed and put my hair in a bun I always felt that this heat wave was never going to end. Global Warming? Enlighten me. 

Donya Lupeng, in my opinion, is one of literature's greatest heroines. Beautiful, yet unflagging in her efforts to stay resolute, which she always was. She speaks with some sort of formality that would put a modest, young lady to shame. I'm just saying.

Now that summer's coming to an end, I'm back, zero to books in less than a minute, I can't be anymore happy. Somewhat.

Boredom is good.
  • mood: pissed off