Dream. Write. Draw. Speak

For the past 25 years of my existence I could say that I am still on the part where I am not sure of what I want to do until I grow old...or until retirement. This is not the problem I thought I would have when I was younger. I thought that when I turn 25, I have everything figured out. An excellent career, a car, a house, a stable life for my parents, a stable life for me, happy and contented. 

When I was younger, I have made a list of things I want to accomplish, a bucket list of some sort before I turn 25. And I misplaced the list along the way the same time I lost the will to accomplish all those things that I've written. It sucks but the "real world" slapped me, hard in the face that life--it's not all rainbows and cotton candies with background music, feeling like you're in a musical, singing and dancing. The "real world" is cruel and mean. And it does not stop for anyone, even when you fall, even when you crumble, it's not going stop for you. Pouting and waiting for someone to help you is a complete waste of time. And this is what I've learned, at least. That life, it will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up so that it could kick you in the stomach and I realized, "Oh, life is a big octagon then. As if we're in UFC." And I am not a fan of that sport, double whammy! 

I dream of writing. A blog. A journal. A poem. A song. I've been having this hope that someday I will write a piece that would mean something to someone. A piece that would make him/her believe in something again...or with someone. 

Draw. I have to disclaim this. I don't know how to draw. Ask me to draw a bird and the result will be an abstract and not a good one, I swear. But ask me to doodle a bird, it might be a different story. I've discovered the art of doodling called zentangle days after I participated in Arriane Serafico of Wanderrgirl.com's Creativity and Productivity Talk with Abbey Sy of Artistic-dreams.com. And it was sort of a lightbulb-in-the-head moment that made me say, "I can do this!" It was creative and therapeutic at the same time. And I spend most of my waking time doodling, researching and studying about this art form. 

Speak. I just discovered the art of spoken word poetry. Particularly Sarah Kay's work. And eversince, I've been searching and searching for all her work and all her performances, and I've never been disappointed even once. I don't really think that I could create some poems anytime soon but I do enjoy hearing them. Bummer that I wasn't able to get tickets for her and Phil Kaye's show and workshop here in manila. I believe that I'll catch them in the future.

Without further ado, I'm gonna go. Got a lot of work in progress! Go figure! 

Happy 7th!

Today is the 7th day of the 7th month of the year. And here is a little trivia about the number. 7 is a number of completion, and also an extremely holy and magical number. In Judeo-Christian faiths, God created the world in 6 days and rested on the 7th. There are also 7 colors in the rainbow, 7 pillars of wisdom, 7 wonders of the world. 

In personality numerology, people with a lot of 7s in their numerological makeup are reflective, and tend to be mysterious and unorthodox. These people are often loners, highly intellectual, and find it difficult to be sociable. This can be taken as being cold and distant, but 7-types don't really care about people's opinions much. They work well on their own, and are poor team players. 7s would much prefer to daydream than engage in earthly fun on the most part.  

My soul urge number is 7 and proud of it (hope this number won't disappoint me). What's yours?   

A Nice Advice (and a little excited for tonight)

Today is the first Friday for the month of July...geez, how time flies. And Christmas is getting nearer! Yey! I attended the mass earlier and the priest gave an inspiring and uplifting talk. 

"Let go of prejudices. Let go of biases. Learn how to see the good things in life and don't focus yourselves on the bad things. To live a happy, grateful and lovable life". True. We tend to forget to appreciate the little things, the everyday miracles that made up or lives. We are growing old concentrating on how frustrated, jealous, disappointed, mad we are. We tend to forget to say THANK YOU, to say how much we LOVE our family, friends, people around us, even ourselves. We just tend to look for more. But we are not happy.  

Everyday we complain about traffic--why not bring a good book and catch up on your reading while you're stuck there? ( I do this. Guilty!). Or you could day dream, listen to the songs on your Ipod that you've long forgotten you have. Or you could catch up on your sleep. There are a lot of possible positive things to do while EDSA looks like a parking lot, instead of getting angry at no one, maybe blame MMDA or the by stander, just to have somebody to snarl at because you're just plain pissed off...try to chill, cool off, and be POSITIVE! What you feel inside mirrors what you look outside. So imagine what you will look like if you're always mad, and stop wondering why you look just like that (kidding!). There are a lot of reasons for us to be happy if we will just focus more on them.  

It feels good to hear such nice words every once in a while, something to uplift our spirits and make us think that, somehow, some way, we are lucky that we are here and that is enough for us to be grateful.    

Later tonight is the Yahoo! OMG Awards Night to be held at SM MOA Arena and I am excited to be there. Will go with a bunch of college friends. It's rainy but I am sure that tonight is going to be a blast. Hope The Morning Rush won as the Best FM Radio Program. Crossing my fingers now. Thank you for the tickets! 

See how wonderful life is...if we just let it be. 

Gotta go. Bye.              

Oh, Rainy Days!

It's a rainy Wednesday. Too cozy to be at home with morning cocoa on the side and a good book to read-like 50 Shades of Grey-uhm, maybe. (But I finished reading it in less than a day. I could read it again, though. I will be glad to).

Admittedly, the novel is my guilty pleasure as of the moment. Can't wait to get my hands on the other two,they're gonna rock my world like almost all of the women  over the globe. (See, I'm getting giddy just by typing that). For all of those who are living under the rock these past few days and wondering what the f*** I'm talking about, here's a tip: GET OUT OF THAT CAVE AND READ THIS BOOK-or you could read it while inside the cave-whatever you choose. Just. Read. The. Freakin'. Sexy. Erotic. Sensual. Book They call it the "Mommy Porn".   

It may not be ingeniously written but it surely is pulse racing, heart pumping, imagination throbbing thing to read. Please be careful with Christian Grey,  the multi-zillionaire control freak because you just might fall for him (will be willingly sign the damn NDA contract) and you'll end up wishing that he really exists. Or get caught up with Anastasia Steele's pretty girl self-esteem drama and you'll end up wishing that you are her. Or  end up thinking that Red Room of Pain is an exciting place to be and you should have one. And also discover who's the mysterious Charlie Tango. 

People say that the story line is flop, it has no plot but I can say that it sure is HOT. So read it. And right now, I'm not looking for Mr. Right anymore, I'm searching for Mr. Grey.  

LISTENING TO ....     

I'm a lyric kind of person, my song preference depends on how the emotions are expressed through the words. I'm getting addicted to Sara Bareilles' songs. And right now, I'm idulging myself to her voice and amazing songs. I've known her songs for a while but I've just devoured them these past few days and I'm currently hooked in to King of Anything and Uncharted, they're fun to listen to, with good tempo, I can't help not to stomp my feet and clap along. 

The other song that suits my rainy day mood is Between the Lines. it's such a sad song, could be incorporated with the coldness, loneliness and the rain. It's about loving someone who doesn't love you back. It sucks, right? That at one point or another, one just has to give up. The lyrics says it all. All the pain, the sadness, the loss. It's just plain sad and pretty devastating.

Between the Lines 

Time to tell me the truth 

To burden your mouth for what you say 

No pieces of paper in the way 

Cause I can't continue pretending to choose

The opposite sides on which we fall
No loving you laters if at all 

No right minds could wrong be this many times.

My memory is cruel 

I'm queen of attention to details

Defending intentions if he fails 

Until now, he told me her name 

It sounded familiar in a way 

I could have sworn I heard him say it ten thousand times

If only I had been listening.

Leave unsaid unspoken 

Eyes wide shut unopened 

You and me 

Always between the lines 

Between the lines

I thought, I thought I was ready to bleed

That we'd move from the shadows on the wall 

And stand in the center of it all 

Too late, two choices, to stay or to leave

Mine was so easy to uncover 

He'd already left with the other

So I've learned to listen through silence.

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say

I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on 

Wait for me I'm almost ready

When he meant let go 

'Til next time, folks! Feeling kinda cold. Ciao. 

The Blog That I Dreamt to Start

         I planned to start this blog since I was in High School, social networking started it's craze then. I had an account for almost everything-Friendster (check!), Facebook (check!), Multiply (check!). But never really updated them that much because of school and other activities that I really couldn't find time. Plus, I didn't know what to say! Should I post my day to day activities which were basically really boring? Ever since then, I couldn't decide what to focus on.

          I wanted to share something that really describes me, something that will reach out, maybe something that will inspire change (naks!). Then tonight, it dawned on me. Why not write and share something that I really love to do since I was a kid? Why not write about the books that I read  and wishes to read in the future? I should start now, right? Then I would! So, here it goes.... 

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