My Writings Ever Since I Moved
What have I written about since I last posted here?
Advices - Love or Hate Em?
I believe the most prideful ones like to dispense advices, and that a
writer’s pride is peerless. Writers gloat when they can express their
thoughts so cogently, their words rock everyone’s perspective. They
fancy being so perceptive, that they can plough through all hardships -
even those not their own. Advising may be a writer’s nature. I defy you
cite an exception. (read more)
Babe Watching
I first saw Babe when I was 11 years old. Although I enjoyed it then, I
only had recollections of how cute it was. So, aside from needing a
respite from my brother’s obsession to heavy ass movies, I watched it
to see if I’d still like it. (read more)
Of Chimps and Charlatans
I’m undecided about paid blogs. Yeah, it sounds spectacular - what’s
more spiffy than earning without leaving home, typing while at the
spacious comfort of your own sofa (if you have a laptop, that is) and
not worrying about travel expenses, smog, pickpockets and traffic? You
can even download movies (shh!) while you toil away. On the other hand… (read more)
Mag Shot
Somebody gimme clues: what external forces could have propelled me to
blow P250 yesterday on a couple of magazines. Boredom? A need for new
insights? Or are you gonna be so lowbrow and say "the cover girls"? (read more)
What’s Keep’n Me Busy?
I don’t claim that to be the best thing I’ve ever done all my life, but
it’s been a while since I’ve accomplished something like that. And boy,
must I say, that felt truly inspiring. I feel vaguely happy. Not
exactly the giddy-giddy-jumpy-jumpy kind of happy, but more like I have
a smile that won’t leave my face whenever I think of what I did. (read more)
My Cherie Armor
I wasn’t thrilled by Iron Man’s movie trailers. Although the 3d-preened armor was attractive, scenes of American
soldiers being self-congratulatory while at Afghanistan, of Iron Man
flying with two F15’s (?), and of Tony Stark - the guy who wears the
Iron Man costume – fooling around with some chicks, weren’t. Oh, great,
another American Flag-waving flick! I bet the world can’t wait for
more! So, I went to see Iron Man just to mock it, much prepared to
curmudgeon it at lengths. (read more)
Kevin Garnett Sucks Meatballs
I am so sick and tired of his obnoxious yelling, chest-beating,
angsting and frontin, and I am so sick and tired of the press falling
over themselves to praise this guy. (read more)
I’m Hopelessly Clueless
People who have only been with me in my college days will say
"preposterous" after hearing this, but I’m very shy around women. And
you know what’s funny? I didn’t use to be like this. I used to be
confident, and I wouldn’t hesitate to approach those gorgeous women who
are coming down along the road, just to say hi. (read more)
Message from a Disillusioned Blogger
You are getting tiresome. You were cute back when you
were a kid. In each waking moment your curiousity is peerless, and you
spent each day wide-eyed, full of energy to hear what others have to
teach you. (read more)
May is the Magic Word
In a conversation I had with one of my old friends, I jokingly
mentioned that this May ain’t May enough, and my life ain’t May enough
either. If I am to write an autobiography, this month of 2008 would,
hands down, be recorded as the nadir of my life. (read more)
My Encounter with Rabid Paolo Coelho Fangirls
But I merely have to overhear small parts of their yapping, to realize
that they’re determined to buy only one author’s books, and I can’t
recommend any of his books at all. And of course it was Paolo Coelho’s,
whose books seem to be regarded as the must-read for every
caffeine-consuming and coke-sniffing college undergrad. (read more)
Heart of Mine, Be Still
I resent that despite my insistence to not think much of you anymore so
I can let go of bitter memories, you are some of the things that have
clung to my recent musings like barnacles to barge. (read more)
You Gave Me the Mood Indigo
Did you notice, the moment you held my elbow, that I was incapable of
talking, incapable of thinking straight besides wishing that this
moment lasted longer? Did you count how many times I said something
very random and how I would get embarrassed after that? (read more)
Huh?!
I can totally hear it, my haters laughing diabolically and shouting
"YOU SAID IT! I TOTALLY AGREE FOR THE FIRST TIME WE AGREE AND GUESS
WHAT EVEN IN AGREEMENT I’M PATRONIZING YOU!" (read more)
Cast My Fate to the Wind
I felt a sense of loss, a loss of vibrancy in my already dreary life.
It only proved one thing that I was all along too hesitant to admit: I
felt strongly about you. (read more)
All here, at Night Dreamer, where the evening is always full of light.
