Another product of my insomniac night

nothing much to say just hahahahaha...

The Burning Hut

I was about to go to bed when I got to open a book, my brother's book, entitled "Creating Harmony in the Universe" .Unintentionally, my hand flipped the pages to page 45, then I took a closer look at the title "The Burning Hut". I was intrigued by the title so I decided to stay awake for a while and read its content. Check out the story below and be inspired..good stuff are meant to be shared..

The Burning Hut

-Adapted

       One day, a sailor got tosed at sea after a strong storm blew him overboard. Luckily he got washed ashore on an uninhabited island. On the first day, he biult a makeshift hut to take refuge in and a collection of pictures ha saved that reminded him oh "home". He kept himself busy by gathering food. Thingking that nothing could be worse that being stuck alone on an island, he was surprised when he arrived from collecting woods one day. He saw a huge billowing column of smoke coming from his campsite. it was his hut burning. Angry, he screamed at the top of his lungs, cursing God for everything."Why? you left me alone here and much worse burn everything I own!" in his despair and severe stress, he fell asleep. the following morning the loud sound of a ship horn echoed throughout the island. it was the rescue team looking for him. He asked the team how they found him. They said, "we saw your smoke signal from a distance of 50 miles and followed it."

     Life gives lots of events that at the moment seem to mean nothing, but in the end reveal to you the larger "picture". so often we see our own "burning hut" and do not realize the importance of the incident.

Dearest You

Dearest You!

Whatever it is, I don't care! Your approval is not needed anyway. And your not worthy enough for me to worry about. You and your fucking forces are nothing but insignificant pile of dog shit trying to block my way. Sorry you can't bring down a bitch with that classic style of hurting someone or ruining someones life. hahahha. I dare you to sharpen your words Desperate fool!! oh! please do some effort, make sure to spread something believable, something that sends shiver down my spine. Can you? You don't have the faintest idea whom you're barking with so you better step aside and hide under your mamma's skirt or rather self-inflict a gunshot and die in peace. Sail away and find the darkest dungeon that my peripheral vision and olfactory sense wont notice your desperate butter face and stinky smell. Because if you don't you might regret your existence in this cruel world or you might cry "maypag na tae na lng ko kaysa nahimung tao." 

(PS: thank you for putting me at the center of your world.)

Lots of Love,

Me 

Confession 001: Frustrated Pen Pusher

"If writing seems hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things people do." -William Zinsser 

I definitely agree with the statement of William Zinsser that writing is not an easy task. For me it's  a mind-fucking and hair-pulling kind of hard. Ever since grade school I have this fright towards writing essays, articles, journals, poems etc.. basta anything that concerns about writing.  A girl is expected to have this secret journal or secret best friend who's job is to keep a secret or better known as "DIARY" but in my case I never had one. Didn't even bother to buy such thingy. Dear Diary.... blah blah blah, Dear Diary?? I never experience that!!. I don't know why I don't have this deep inclination in writing, maybe because I am not that expressive when it comes to written communication or maybe because of some external factors that deprived my mood of interest in writing. I don't like the ideology of hating It but at some point I did hate it specially when i am asked to write about a topic that is beyond my circle suicide na teh..,usually school requirements.. that I am forced to write something with in a span of a short period of time. nah.. I'd rather go chattin'! even a simple all-about-yourself takes me a lot of time to finish it (poor me).

 There are  many times that I end up with a messy paper that is full of drawings, my so-called abstract ART (your own version of kuris2x) , and a lot more kuris2x and kuris2x and kuris2x.. until such time na wala ng space yung paper. I admit I don't usually devote  my time on writing but I am fond of envisioning  myself like those real writers (in my dreams lang!). How I wish I would be able to publish my own novel someday (romance para bibo!) but having this writing anxiety... It just beyond reality, a dream that will never come true, nightmare na lang sya.  So I conducted a self check to examine the possible cause of this writing anxiety. Below are the reasons that hampers me to write.

• Don't know how to start

• Struggle sa Grammar  (permi kasayup)

• Baluktot and eSpelling (1st grader blues.hahahha)

• Lack of focus (masyadong maraming iniisip na ibang bagay)

• Not in the mood

• Confused sa S-V Agreement. (dafuq! hahahha)

• No inspiration

• No Review of Related literature

• Not conducive for writing ang location (sensitive sa external factors)

• Pangit ang ballpen 

• Matipid sa papel (wa juy papel)

• Kinda busy with other commitments

• Tired of digging deep and interesting ideas

• Walang pinanghuhugutan

• Na badtrip kai Sir/Maam (hirap ng exam o quiz)

• Medjo boring ang life (wala masyadong kakaibang experience na ma  share)

• I hate being time bounded (it takes time to create a better output yah know!)

• Limited lang ang voca.. (shame)

• I'm intensely a very private person (di mahilig mg share ng saloobin through writing)

• Walang motivator
• Laging pagod
• TAMAD (seriously!)

I guess the root of all my writing anxiety is PROCRASTINATION (kapoy abri libro) because if there is creative reading then as well as creative writing. So I'll work on that and try to push harder in order to overcome this problem with in me. Practice lng siguro and basa more often..Sorry if I bore you.. If it wasn't because of our subject Emerging Communication Technology I wont bother writing this piece of roootss.. really.. Ok. I'll end up my lamentation here before I lose my hair .. tara usap na lng tayu!

(PS: it takes a lot of courage to admit such imperfection in public..and it takes a lot of TANDUAY to post it here!.. just being honest)

A glimpse of my Idol

Aberdeen WA, United States (1967 – 1994)

Kurt Donald Cobain (February 20, 1967, Aberdeen, Washington – ca. April 5, 1994) was the lead singer, songwriter, and guitarist of the Seattle grunge band Nirvana. He served not only as the band’s frontman, but as its “leader and spiritual center”. With the band’s success, Cobain became a major national and international celebrity, an uncomfortable position for someone who claimed to be “ill at ease with fame and ill-equipped to handle the responsibility that accompanies success”. 

Cobain and Nirvana were highly influential, popularizing what came to be known as “grunge music”. In 1991, the arrival of Cobain’s best known song, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, marked the beginning of a dramatic shift of popular music away from the dominant genres of the 1980s: glam metal, arena rock, and dance-pop. The music media eventually awarded “Smells Like Teen Spirit” “anthem-of-a-generation” status, and, with it, Cobain ascended as the reluctant “spokesman” for Generation X. Kurt Cobain changed the course of music forever even though it was never his intention.

Kurt Cobain battled drug addiction during his fame, and though desperate to get clean in the end was unable.

He was found dead on April 8th, 1994 in a greenhouse above the garage of his house in Seattle. The cause of death is a shotgun wound to the head, the estimated time of death is believed to be the late evening of April 5th. He also injected himself with a lethal dose of black tar heroin beforehand. A note proclaiming he was done with mainstream music was found near him. http://www.last.fm/music/Kurt+Cobain                                                        

Crazy Facination

"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain