20160428 word vomit

It did not matter whether he agreed with them or not. He knew their strengths and he knew their weaknesses: the crimes, the lies, the promises, as well as all their accomplishments. He assisted them on their wonderful plans and was heartbroken when they disappointed him.

…oh, how they had broken his heart too many of times. Again and again. Like a cycle of pain and deception that could only end in destruction.  

He could stop them; yet all he could do was bow down.

Who was he anyway, but just a country? And a country is made of its people. In the end only the people had the ability to choose.

So what if the choice was made blindly, with all decisions influenced by money or fame; or if the results was as dubious as acts done in the dark? The outcome, even if questioned by most, still marked the end of the race and like all the other contests --there could only be one winner.

This was the leader that the people had chosen and he could never interfere with the voice of democracy.

He was but a witness even if he was the one who suffered the backlash the most.

He could beg. He could plead. He could lecture them to think more about their future so that the next time, they could make a better decision.

But at the end of the day, it was their vote not his.

Matimtim kong pinanunumpaan na tutuparin ko nang buong katapatan at sigasig ang aking mga tungkulin bilang Pangulo ng Pilipinas

The cycle begins anew. He looked at the newest leader… his new boss.

He knew of this one’s records: the things this leader had done for the country and the mistakes this leader had committed. He always knew.

…pangangalagaan at ipagtatanggol ang kanyang Konstitusyon, ipatutupad ang mga batas nito, magiging makatarungan sa bawat tao, at itatalaga ang aking sarili sa paglilingkod sa Bansa. Kasihan nawa ako ng Diyos.

Did the people choose wisely this time or did they doom their selves again for another six years?

None of that matter.

Because as soon as the winner was announced, he had to work, smile and support this one in every way he could.

They had a country to run and he had to be beside this leader whether he liked it or not.

HAPPY 10 YEARS ZOLE!

Yep apparently I uploaded ZOLE in fictionpress around March 2006... ten years later I decided to upload it to wattpad!

Same story. Little to no editing. It's like time-travelling and seeing how a younger me writes. It's fun.

ZOLE

Tungkol sa apat na normal na batang napasok sa isang napakagulong away ng mga nagrerebeldeng froggies. Paano kaya sila makakatulong upang pigilan ang gulong ito? Matalo kaya nila ang mga kalaban bago pa nila masira ang paaralan nila?

Hamilton madness

So basically my sister and I started to listen to Hamilton's OBC Soundtrack on Spotify, and now we're addicted. It's very inspiring and all the songs are just amazing. 

Aside from the inspiration we got from the message of the story and the songs, we were also inspired to rap at some point. Now, we don't really rap... I mean we can sing... somewhat... but we're not rappers. At least not me. 

But I tried. This is what happens when you leave me all alone in my room.  

Tried to rap Hamilton: Introduction:  "Sang a part of Aaron Burr, Sir because I just enjoyed their introduction"

Tried to rap Hamilton: My shot : Tried to sing a little part of My shot because I'm not throwin away my shot!

And of course when I got home it's only right that the two of us do a cover or something...

Guns and Ship

Yorktown (the world turned upside down)

Trying to art

The month just started but I'm feeling productive already.

I'm still writing Heartbeats and despite all the blocks I've been going through I still managed to update. Sadly there's like a month gap between the recent chapters and it's disappointing compared to my weekly schedule last year.

I also made a oneshot fanfic this month...which is a great thing for me since I really planned to go on fanfic hiatus due to lack of inspiration.

But most of all, I can not believe how active I was in drawing. I'm still learning and my hands are still stiff as ever... but I'm getting there... :)

So... just for the month of March. I finished these:


Heartbeats: The twins by pyroclastic-debris on DeviantArt


My lovely OCs from Heartbeats. Thinking that they are definitely younger in this one... and happier? I get all sad whenever I think about them in my story so drawing them like this makes me happy.





ZOLE_Joy by pyroclastic-debris on DeviantArt


Also Joy! Second character in the ZOLE re-draw project! I really enjoyed the colors on this one... but HOW DO YOU HAND? HOW DO YOU FEET?!

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Like I said... I'm getting there. Hopefully I'll be more productive in my birthmonth

Write More! Write Now! Module 1

Recently enrolled myself to this course for writing, in the hopes of enhancing my writing abilities and to just give myself a small push to write more.


For the first module  I have to think of why I write and my 'one thing' I have to focus on. I know I should write my answer on paper and put it somewhere I could see it but I want to also share it here... lalang.

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Module 1: Think big; think small

I write because there are so many stories inside my head that are just waiting to be told. There are many characters and tales so dear to me, that the only way to show my love for them is to tell their stories. I write because I want to express myself, I want to show other people how it is to live in my head. I want to share my thoughts and feelings and imagination, and in the end take the reader inside a new adventure in the hopes that he or she would like it the same way I do.


What’s the one thing I can do this month that will make everything else easier or unnecessary. Choose one most important writing task to focus on for right now:

I believe that would still be writing Heartbeats.

This month, I really need to fix my writing schedule in order to make things easier. I tried changing the deadline of each chapter to Sunday but that's no good, so I guess I can bring it back to Thursday, which still feels like the best day for me. But before this answer gets longer, the point is I have to get around writing that story.

Sometimes I smile

Every morning whenever I fight my way through the battlefield that is rush hour EDSA I try my best to smile. I smile to annoy people, to entertain people, and to make fun of the whole ridiculous shitty system.

There are mornings though that I don't smile just to smile. There are mornings that are truly beautiful that I just can't control myself from pulling my lips to a smile. I had long forgotten how to be a morning lark, but now it's coming back to me.

But sometimes I try to imagine what it would feel like to see a single smiling face in a pool of stressed scowls. Dare I hope that I make someone's day just by actually trying to be pleasant in the morning.

Short review of "Memoirs of an Imaginary friend"

I’m not really good a reviews but I just need to post something about this book. 

Just finished listening to this precious precious audiobook. The premise was interesting and the execution was superb. I won’t post any more details so as not to spoil anyone who will read this, but it’s about a special boy and his imaginary friend, narrated from the perspective of the imaginary friend. 

I listened to this because a good friend of mine recommended it. She was amazing and the book is perfect for someone like me. 

This book made me cry and smile and made me feel how lucky I was to have imaginary friends. Most of all, it made me feel that it was not wrong to have imaginary friends.

I too have imaginary friends, and I love every single one of them. I do not want them to ever fade away. Listening to this made me realize how wonderful they really are and how I love them so much. Although I don’t talk about them to real people they are still there. Without them, I won't be the person I am today.

I recommend this to everyone who had imaginary friends or to someone who is curious as to what having an imaginary friends feels like. 

I recommend this to everyone who needs a friend and to everyone who wants to feel the warmth and love of real friends, even if that friend is imaginary.