| I wish I was a writer |
[07.27.2008|10:52 pm] |
I took a Creative Writing elective during my third year. It was amazing. Despite a somewhat disappointing array of classmates (I”m not pointing names), it was cool.
I had an amazing—if not insane—teacher, and he taught us all these stuff that we didn’t know shit about. No, not just the basics and the technical things about writing, but the little things that make literature good enough. I’m stressing that I’m saying “good enough” because we were still noobs in the art.
And despite my suckiness in writing creative non-fiction, my poems and short stories were good enough for me.
But in the end, maybe I won’t be a full-time writer. Maybe I’ll just write some stuff I like.
But I don’t care.
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| Happy birthday |
[10.07.2006|12:18 pm] |
| [ | where FROM |
| | there | ] |
| [ | feeling: |
| |  sneezy | ] |
| [ | listening? |
| | none | ] |
You know, I've noticed: the more you have birthdays, the more it becomes a NORMAL DAY. Like, for example, today. We went to the Mall of Asia, and nothing extraordinary. Just, eat and buy a gift. That's it. Nothing more. Is it because I've grown tired of all the usual antics of the birthday? Or am I growing older, no longer wanting the gifts and the foods? It's a quetion seldom answered. Oh well.
In other news:
It's my birthday today. |
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| Some text |
[10.04.2006|07:13 pm] |
| [ | where FROM |
| | In here >> | ] |
| [ | feeling: |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | listening? |
| | Itchyworms - Happy Birthday | ] |
Hey. It's been a while. Oh, well. Seems like this is a lazy thing to do. Why? Dunno. Cramming, doing stuffs, laziness, cramming, and the utter urge to sleep in front of the computer are the key reasons of a somewhat short hiatus. Yeah. That's it.
In other news:
Is watercolor a good paint OR WHAT? I mean, c'mon, it's a good paint if you have a little bit of patience, and you get a VERY GOOD artwork.
Combo-whore it with tech pens or anything water-resistant, and you get AWESOME STUFF. Really. I'm not kidding. It may look RUINED at first, but let it set for a moment, and presto!
You got a wily-but-awesome art, somewhat like the ones in children's Bibles.
AND it's environment-friendly. Not like those stuff you see in bookstores, watercolor is inexpensive (but bookstore paint DO MAKE GOOD PAINT). I'm not kidding. Wait at least TWENTY MINUTES BETWEEN PAINTING DIFFERENT COLORS and you're good as hell.
Watercolor and a bit of color pencil is a good combo, too. |
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| Ugh |
[10.01.2006|01:29 pm] |
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| | where? | ] |
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| | head hurts | ] |
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| | Act One, Scene One | ] |
My head hurts... nothing important, I just wanna post here. It seems a priest of ours is leaving. Next week. Oh, well.
What has happened? Nothing much, I'm done with a project, stretching my arms wide in relaxation. hehe.
At least 20% more of people are living in darkness, as electricity is still nowhere in sight. Some poeple say there's gonna be rain today and tomorrow. Dunno if its true. I hope not. I HATE STAYING IN MY HOUSE, sometimes. But, ironically, I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL, sometimes. Oh, irony.
Also:
UST is tied with Ateneo 1-1, with the third game on Monday? Let's just hope it's a GREAT game, for SOMEONE says it's a STUD. Screw him/her. |
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| And Civilization ended... |
[09.28.2006|05:57 pm] |
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| | Here | ] |
| [ | feeling: |
| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | listening? |
| | The All American Rejects | ] |
And CIVILIZATION ENDED! Just joking. 10 hours of black-out makes you crazy. Damn STORM! If it wasn't for that STORM, I would've finished my homeworks, my research (a GROSS research), and othere stuff! Why does it have to have a blackout!?
Anyway, blackouts have their good sides too! For example, when at night, you could see A MILLION STARS. Really. Natural winds instead of electric fans/air conditioners are better for your health. If you're not living within a mile of city district. AND, the smell of NATURE, if you live AWAY FROM THE CITY DISTRICT. Bleh, curse the city district!
Oh, well.
Anyway:
I think I'm gonna finish a project now, research later, and do some drawings tomorrow. I'm a lazy-ass bastard. |
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| Cramming more than three subjects? |
[09.28.2006|01:00 am] |
| [ | where FROM |
| | House | ] |
| [ | feeling: |
| |  cramming? | ] |
| [ | listening? |
| | my parents are asleep; you expect me to play one? | ] |
So, yeah. I'm cramming a SOMETHING for my SOMETHINGSOMETHING. Cramming doesn't help, you know? Problems keep piling up, and cramming isn't a GOOD OPTION. I wanna sleep, but I can't, and I don't wanna. Sucks to be me. But I'm happy today! See! I'm smiling!
Also:
I wanna post a comic here! Or something.
Oh:
I wish I could update every two days. But I can't, because virtually NO ONE is READING THIS JOURNAL. Really. Sucks to be me? |
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| "That EMO KID... I HATE THAT EMO KID..." --- A quote from Timmy |
[09.25.2006|06:48 pm] |
Well, I've noticed it, but it goes like this: I see a LOT of people think they're ALONE, DEPRESSED, A LOSER, and all those other I-hate-myself stuff in their BLOG/FRIENDSTER/ETC. accounts. But in reality, they're one BIG HAPPY FAMILY. Why like that? Do they think they're cool looking like losers? God, what LOSERS.
Yeah, I once considered myself 'one of them,' but in a world that always changes, where sad things turn to happy ones, where life isn't all that jet-black, you don't have to be depressed and brag about it.
Burn those black shirts (although they ARE cool), or laundry them or something and don a white one? With a happy face as its logo! Wash off those black make-up on your face! Show your beautiful face to the world! Stop listening to those EMO bands like Thursday and Typecast (the former IS COOL, still listen to it; the latter's a BIT leafer) and listen to ALTERNATIVE or PUNK, or CLASSICAL maybe! Stop crying and SHOW YOURSELF TO THE WORLD!
And besides: it's not about showing off to your friends, it's about the MUSIC, IF you like EMO. I'd call it POST-HARDCORE, but a lot would call bands like Thursday as EMO.
Note:
No offense to those who LOVE EMO. It's just an opinion! Don't send me flame mail or something! |
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| This is just PLAIN strange. |
[09.24.2006|05:49 pm] |
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| | House | ] |
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| | Grossed-out | ] |
I saw an ad today. It says "MEATLESS California BURGER." What? Meatless burger? That doesn't even make sense! What kind of people would sell MEATLESS BURGER? WITH NO MEAT? Burger IS MEAT! If the definition of BURGER changed within the last FIVE-HUNDRED YEARS, I'm a psycho. BUT MEATLESS BURGER? What has happened to the world?!
In other news:
A gay ex-governor? That. Is. Just. Strange. Don't blame me, but cheating on your wife for a GUY? That is just strange. Why marry the woman in the first place? And a divorce? And a marriage with the other guy? |
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| Question and answer BLOG! |
[09.24.2006|12:12 am] |
Ever wonder why the sky is blue? Why sometimes the sun shines brightly while it rains? Why the moon follows you at night? Why escalators smell like crayon? Why people think they 'suck" at a certain skill but is in fact good at it?
No?
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Really?
Me either.
Also:
Today was a somewhat nice day for me. Nothing good. Nothing bad. Nothing totally strange. Good lunch. It seems every weekend life seems good for me, while weekdays are a psychological nightmare. It could be by the fact that I use a mask to protect my real self. GET OUT!
Sometimes, I feel so awkward. Mostly at weekdays. Could it be because something happened bad? Good? Did I get hurt? What are the long-term effects? And on weekends, I feel: fine. It's always like that. And at weekends, I FEEL LIKE LAZILY STUDYING AND AT WEEKDAYS I'M A DUMB HARD-WORKING ASS'TARD Like that. Looks like tomorrow would be a good day. A day of smartly laziness. Hah. I like that. |
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| So what. |
[09.22.2006|07:24 pm] |
| [ | where FROM |
| | Haus | ] |
| [ | feeling: |
| | intoxicated | ] |
| [ | listening? |
| | Fall of Troy | ] |
This is bullcrap. Today I made a joking remark on someone, and (s)he gets downright offended to me. What. It was a friggin remark. And get downright offended at me. Yeah, I deserved it, but why the hell give me the silent treatment. I said sorry. But, no, (s)he wouldn't accept it. Bitch. note that I use bitch for both masculines and feminines.
It was like, whoa, unexpected. At first, friendly to me outside the schoolbus. Then, all of a sudden, kapow, right in the friggin kisser. (s)he thinks I regret ever saying it to him/her, but (s)he's dead fuxxing wrong. It was a fact. Smelled like a combo-whore of chlorine, and methane. But:
did I have to be that mean to him/her. Well, for starters, I'm depressed at ever saying that, but what the hell. It happened. If (s)he thinks that I shouldn't just say "sorry" but should do something that would prove I'm sorry, (s)he's seldom right here. Sorry my ass, but I'm sorry. That's that. Don't make me burn myself and stab, screaming "I'm a moron, you're not."
Also:
I think I'm NOT going to fail this second quarter. In any of my subjects. If I turn DL, so be it. I still passed. Oh, the IRONY. |
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