RP: an eye for judging

If you're wondering what RP means, well it's Random Post.

My BEST ENEMY did this. The four separate pictures you see are actually entries for our school poster and slogan making contest. All of them were done by my fellow classmates during the Interact Day: halloween celebration (but it was done on late November!). The one labeled 'first place' was the work of the one who edited this pic. Mine was the one below her work with the graveyard scene thing. I was really laughing and cursing the first time I saw this on her photo gallery on friendster. During the contest, I was half impressed-half disbelieving that she really wanted to join (very unstable person). I had 'the honor' of teaching her the basics of pastels. She was just so messed up, with herself, not with the pastel. Haha, peace Lorr!

IMPORTANT: the labels are not the REAL RESULTS. But all of us admitted (unkown if in a manner of seriousness) our entries' defeat to hers. But for the artistic spirit, I say she won the top spot hands down. I was wondering if I'm serious though. ♥

The Writers Curse Part II

Lately, I’ve been thinking, what would I be if I never found interest in writing? I’m imagining it right now. Well, I see a much normal looking teenage girl in my mind. I suppose she’d be spending her free time doing much more normal things. Maybe she’d think of books too boring to even look at. I could even imagine her taking English class for granted with essay outputs lucky to have more than three paragraphs. And she would never had those ‘automatic-thinking moments’ when she gets too absorbed in her own little world. Yeah, she, or rather I, would be a much normal human being.

Writing kind of turned into part of me. Before, I would tell everyone that writing is not my passion. That it’s something I would do when there’s a contest or the English class requiring me to so. Yeah, I used tell that. But has time changed that attitude of mine? NO. I just added a short sentence to make it more precise now- ‘I write when I feel like’.

I always had this sort of observation or theory or assumption or whatever you call it that writers are ‘not normal’ in a very hard to explain sort of way. There’s always something about it that confuses and usually, amuses me. How do I explain this? Well, think of Harry Potter living among muggles. If you’re a muggle, Harry Potter will just look like another untidy boy in your neighborhood. But, say you’re from the magical community too and Harry Potter was your neighbor, there would be a lot of differences.

Writers seem ‘normal’ from a normal person’s point of view. But with each other, there’s always something ‘not normal’. When I actually entered the world of writing, everything seems to be in a writer’s point of view (whatever that point of view is). There was a time when I would just sit down and I find myself thinking. And when I do that, I get the feeling that my brain opens Microsoft Word inside my head and I was thinking like I was mentally writing. Especially when raining, if I lose my thoughts even for a split second in the rain, it would get me washed up from reality and then I would begin to compose a ‘very’ emotional poem. NOT NORMAL.

The most confusing part is to realize that sometimes, I was more of myself when I write than when I don’t. I never thought of too much things if I could help it. But when I write, my mind automatically process thoughts, opinions, emotions and all. They would pop in my head as fast as a search engine. NOT NORMAL.

If you’re a REAL (I’m still halfway there) WRITER reading this, do you agree with me? Or do you think that I’m just the NOT NORMAL one here?

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Oh snap. I got a mental –err writers block. I’m supposed to end the post but my mind won’t cooperate. I hope it rains. It always helps me in ending write-ups. NOT NORMAL.
Mind you, I was honest about the block thing.
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Till the next post…♥

The Writers Curse Part I

"Writing is like gravity. There are times when you want to defy it and wish your feet could hover above the ground. Still, it pulls you back- and its inevitable when it does.”

I’m originally writing this at about 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon, under the shade of an umbrella stand, in the middle of a windy and peaceful park and with the company of three little kids (who those kids are, I have totally no idea). So why am I here in the first place? Well, I don’t know if my reason is even considered as a normal reason to go to the park. Anyway, I was there, on that peaceful place on a sunny day, is because I need a perfect place to study. And when I say a perfect place, it means a quiet, peaceful, relaxing, shady, and most especially, a place away from any computer connected to the world wide web.
Note: Because of my unintentional (?) eavesdropping, I discovered that the two kids were siblings and the other one is their playmate.

So why away from the computer and the web? Simple, blogging. I am so hooked up! It’s double the hooked-up sensation when I became an author in Fanfiction.net (a web haven for writers and fiction lovers), and I’m telling you with Fanfiction I get to write a chapter every single night when I started. With blogging, I just can’t get away from the computer.

As they say, good things seldom last. Holidays were way over. Goodbye happy moments, hello torture school days (did I mention hectic?). With school, it’s like dividing your 24 hours a day into loads of scheds. Unlike the holidays, my so-called ‘schedule’ is devoted to sleeping, surfing the net, a lot of slacking and surfing the net again. If I had a pie chart for my activities during school, it would be divided into so many pieces. Doing this homework or that project or those reviews. Make some time to grab a fast meal, squeeze in all activities in my to-do-list. And if I want to do something, subtract time from my supposed to be sleep 'sched' (yup, even sleep is part of the schedule) and convert it into ‘my’ own time where I do my own thing. But of course, I still have to wake up early in the morning, prepare for another days’ activity and expect to look like a beaten-up person from an obvious lack of sleep.
Note: the mother (I think) of the siblings just arrived and they were all engaged in a kiddie conversation.

Still, I want to write and do the blogging thing. And when I say ‘I want’, I could be very persuasive about it. But here comes some major exam and if I would continue with that ‘I want’, I’ll be facing an evident downfall on the ranks (which, I can no longer bear). So that’s it. On why I was on the park, wishing to be away from the internet and hoping that that ‘writing feeling’ would hold its distance from me. Which, ironically by the way, it didn’t.

It was really calm and peaceful out there, perfect for studying, not to mention perfect for writing. Darn it.
Note: The three children and the ‘mom’ was now talking about some firecrackers. OK, I’m officially eavesdropping.

Do you ever experience a time when you restrict yourself from writing so that you could focus on something currently important. And then you realize that you’re holding a pen and a piece of paper. Next thing you know, you’re halfway through finishing an essay. And there would also be a time that you can’t concentrate on something that you really need to concentrate on because thoughts are rallying inside your head begging for a release- in the form of writing. Sounds familiar?

Nature works in a mocking ironic system. Sometimes, want you want, you can’t have. What you have, you don’t want, and everything seems in mocking irony. For a writer, there’s this time when you need to write, but your mind goes empty. And there’s this time when all you want to do is write- even though all you could scribble are some gibberish words.
Note: They are now talking about want they want to be in the future. The first kid wanted to be a president. The second kid wants to be a priest because he thinks they are rich, and the third child told the second kid that he’ll just end up as Jesus’ janitor (what was that??? I’m sure I got no earwax on both of my perfectly hearing ears). Kids, if only they could write essays on their ages.

Once in a while, the writing feeling suddenly and unexpectedly takes over. Usually when you don’t want it to. This one for example. There are many instances when my mind muttered ‘stop writing… stop writing… stop writing’ but guess what, I’m still writing! So even though I purposely disobeyed my review schedule and will possibly face some unanswered blanks on my test papers, it didn’t hinder me a bit. It’s like, something is telling me that I should finish this before anything else. I should write. And I sure did.
Note: The kids are talking about getting tattoos (woah…)

So before I add another couple of paragraphs to this write-up, I might as well end this. There are some things that you can control and a lot of things that you cannot. I write when I have time. But I think its better if I write because writing found its time for me... and missing a review schedule is a small bargain I could always afford.

My mind: Stop writing… stop writing… stop writing…

Note: I figured out that the one I assumed to be their mother is not really their mother. And I don’t know how she is connected with the kids.

My mind: Stop writing… stop writing… stop writing…

Ok fine…♥