Reality Bites.

Holiday's over for me. I need to get in touch with reality starting tomorrow NOW.

No more listening to psychedelic songs in the wee hours of the day. I need to sleep early, so my day would start early. I need to accomplish so many things at once that it is not enough to have 24 hours in a day.

No more Beatles song for me in the morning when I wake up. (Beatles makes me sleepy and gooey all day long, hence unproductive day.) I need to attend to my readings that are screaming to me right now. I should read them, or else my life will be over or worse my life in the university will be prolonged (which I do not want to happen). I have to read and understand ALL the fucking reading materials that I intentionally forgot about.

No more bumming around the internet for me. I need to do my thesis. I HAVE TO DO MY THESIS.

No more blogging (for a while).

No more downloading/watching old movies.

No more out-of-plans going out with friends.

No more reading books that I want to read.

No more life for me ahead.

Reality bites.

I wish I could write like Jane Austen

I started writing when I was in grade school. As a kid, I had a fast and wild imagination. It might be due to my intense exposure to GI Joe, Pink Panther, Super Mario Bros Super Show!, Ghost Fighter, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Ghostbusters, and Dragon Ball Z. These TV shows had great impact on my well-being as a child. I usually dreamt of the characters in these shows, and I would blabber about my dreams. I had an intense imagination to the point that my dreams seemed real to me. I didn't want to forget how 'cool' my dreams were, so I started writing them. That was how I began enjoying the wonders of manipulating words and thoughts.

I felt like I had full control of everything, like nothing can fail. I felt as though my whole world was made up of characters from my favorite TV shows. It was as if my I had everything figured out with my 'cool' dreams. I perceived a different reality. I was happy. For a young child, I was a Superman.

For years, I wrote. I started with my 'cool' dreams, then I moved to a more realistic plot. I started writing stories. I began creating real human characters. My ball point started rolling. Suddenly, the words were weaving themselves into one cohesive thought. Paragraphs were made into a chapter. Chapters were turned into a story. That was when I decided to be a writer.

I was firm in my stand that I wanted and I would be a writer. There was no other choice for me. I was so sure. I was fearless. I was determined to take Creative Writing. Then, it came.

I had the chance to take my dream course. All I have to do is pass the requirements needed for me to apply to the course. So there, I braved the outskirts of my comfort zone and headed to the College of Arts and Letters to inquire about the requirements. Then, there I was, nervous and sweating like a basketball player, in their office when the staff said, "Today's the deadline of the requirements". All my dreams came crashing down--fast and hard. I did not have the needed requirements with me because I did not know what to bring. All my works were left at home which was almost two hours away from the university. What an epic fail. I went home with my shattered dreams and broken heart. And that was the day I stopped writing (stories).

I should have known better not to feel like Superman, because in the end there's always Kryptonite.

Strange Beatles Fixation

I am undergoing a treatment due to my intense Beatles Fixation.

I love their music. I wish I could time travel so that I could live in their time. Enough said.

Meet my siblings

I have two sisters. The nearest to the camera is the oldest one, while the one wearing a pink shirt is the youngest. So that means to say that I am a middle child. And I guess, being sandwiched by these two is not so errr...bad? IDK. So there. Meet my sisters who make my life easier every holiday (and I am even joking here) because they are the ones who do the cooking, while I do away with nothing but surf the net. Hoho.

They both like to do the Asian pose (the peace sign) in every picture we have together, while I do some strange pose (as what you can see in the picture above). They both like to give their cutest smile in every picture we take, while I give my weirdest face. They have the same taste in almost everything--music, fashion, movies, food, games, hobbies, and literature; while I remain faithful to liking old music, old clothes, old movies, old anything. They both have love to play computer games which I find very boring and uninteresting.

They are annoying sometimes, but they are understanding. They are lazy most of the time, but they make up for it every holiday by doing everything else. They are crazy, but they love the strange me.

PS:

I don't even know why I am writing this. This is all mushy and shit, but whatever. It's Christmas anyway.

Super PS:

The photo above was taken during the premiere night of Avatar--the only movie that we ALL liked and approved.

The Return

"I shall return." -Gen. MacArthur

It's been more than a year since I last visited this blog. My last post said October something 2008, which was the first and only post I ever made for this account (which I cannot find now that I am clicking the link haha). I cannot remember why I made a blog and left it for dead for more than a year. There might be three reasons:

1. I had nothing to say much about my life then.
2. I was too lazy to type anything even though I have something to say.
3. I didn't want heavy mental work out.

But now, here I am returning to an abandoned ship that can still be saved. Why? Because I realized three things:

1. One cannot run out of something to say. A person can talk about anything and nothing at the same time. It might not make sense to some people, but who cares? It might not make sense, but at least it is interesting.
2. I need to write not only for the sake of writing, but also for my own sake.
3. I cannot escape heavy mental workout. I am born to over-analyze everything. I think it is human nature to over-think and over-analyze.

So I am back. I am home at last.