I am a filipino writer, and I have walked astray from my calling since from when I was in high school. Writing is my calling, and when the chance was given for me to respond to this calling and take the road which will take me to it came, I squandered the chance. I did not respond to this calling, and trudged the road that led me so far away from it. Because of this, my soul was lost, and I became a zombie. I was breathing but not alive. I walked astray from the very thing that makes my heart beat, and so in very endeavor that I did, I failed. I became nothing, and was almost non-existent, till I came to decide to take back the chance I squandered, go back to where this death of mine started, find my soul, and follow the road to where the reason my heart beats.
>out of love<
its sad when you wake up one morning and then realize that the person you thought you have loved all your life is really not the one you wanna grow old with. what is much sadder is that no matter how much you try, you just could not feel love any more. falling out of love could be much colder than the prison cells of Azkaban.
fallen out of love. its not me and hopefully i will not find myself in such a situation. feelings could be fleeting sometimes and somehow i realized that it does not matter how long have you been together or how far would you go. sometimes, no matter how much we know the one we love, in the end we still do not have the slightest idea...and then we wonder what went wrong....and then regret that we have either loved too much or too little... and simply accept the reality that love is lost....
Quiero comentar sobre la importancia de que perviva el español en Filipinas. Yo, desde lejos y también como extranjero veo la enorme oportunidad que tiene vuestro país para sacarle partido al uso del castellano y del chabacano que es tan parecido. Económicamente la enseñanza del español puede beneficiar a Filipinas, teniendo en cuenta que mucha gente sigue hablando el castellano y además lo fácil que les resultaría a los chabacanohablantes comunicarse con los casi 500 millones de personas de habla hispana. Es más, daría un nuevo impulso a la economía filipina pues se podrían establecer centros de llamadas, sería también posible aprovechar las emergentes economías hispanoamericanas y promover la influencia de Filipinas por el mundo. No digo que eliminen la enseñanza del inglés norteamericano sino que restauren, por dios, la del español.
He’s way a lot cuter in black suit. And when I said ‘he’ I meant Spiderman. Yeah right, he’s your friendly neighborhood who wouldn’t hurt anyone’s teeny little fingertip. But guess what? He’s changed but not for long though. At least he has had the moment of breaking free from his normal self. I envy him for that. I’m dying for a change-- a new image, maybe some new friends or new environment to live. I mean, this humdrum existence is just too boring. You do the same things everyday and at the same time. You walk the same path everyday and see people all the same. I need change just like Spiderman.
I have been writing for quite sometime now -- about four years approximately -- but I haven't shared my works because I do not have a regular internet connection.
I was rather confused about the many mouse-clicks needed to post a blog or whatever. What the hell is "Misc. Genre" anyway? Perhaps what I'm writing now could be pigeonholed into such a category.
Well, so much for banalities. My main purpose is to record my journey into the least recognized and appreciated form of occupation/expression -- writing.
I haven't been around here as much as I did late last year, when I joined this board. No progressive stories or essays, nor any nice poems-- to boot! It could be that I have come to some point when quitting was better than doing empty works. Nothing changed at all, anyway. Paper awards about this or that have since made me rethink my stand. And the only way I can keep myself from this site is to actually avoid visiting. Except for today, of course.
But filipinowriterdotcom's newsletters resumed its trickle once more in my email address... showing me the latest excerpts submitted by old and new members. While it lasted, I kept to myself still. It's even getting harder to see humor where I'm at; unless, of course, I'll have to see strangers (in our neighborhood) in certain ways like: which cartoon character he/she reminded me of? Things have been flat since my last post, or whatever.