I use writing not only as a means of expression but also as an aid in "knowing one's self" ---soulsearching, as some may say. But lately, it's been hard to write. Blame it on a busy schedule, I say. And my constant allergies during summertime. I don't sneeze, but my eyes get itchy all the time.
For a while now too, I've been searching for something to read. I can't think of anything that I want to invest time on reading. As compared to my friends who can read a 300-page novel in a day, I am a very slow reader. I would blame it on being dyslexic, except that I am really not :) So when it comes to books, I try to be more or less selective since I know I am gonna read one for weeks, if not a whole month. Whew! But even if reading for me is far slower than watching the movie, it is actually more amusing (diba, diba?)
In any case, I haven't been doing much lately, I guess (or nothing out of the ordinary). Work in the morning, take a nap in the afternoon, jog maybe, then on weekends I go to my brother's house to "chill with the homies (hehe!)". Still work around cars (just minor work), spend time with my cousin who I grew up with in PI who is a recent immigrant, and do a little "chillin by myself" (though I need to do more of this I think). Yet I actually like this down time. Away from a so-called busy life. It is on this mode of living that I start to daydream again... (to be continued)
posted by kauban @ 11:26 PM
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So ganun nalang yun? Kala mo biglang yaman ka... All of a sudden, feeling mo, you have the luxury to just "chill" and forget about us...
yabang mo! ni di ka na makasagot ng cellphone ngayon...
:P
Maybe this would help...."Back in the mid-1960s, I found I was having trouble concentrating my attention on long narrative fiction. For a time I experienced difficulty in trying to read it as well as in attempting to write it. My attention span had gone out on me; I no longer had the patience to try to write novels. It's an involved story, too tedious to talk about here. But I know it has much to do now with why I write poems and short stories. Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on. It could be that I lost any great ambitions at about the same time, in my late twenties. If I did, I think it was good it happened. Ambition and a little luck are good things for a writer to have going for him. Too much ambition and bad luck, or no luck at all, can be killing. There has to be talent.
Some writers have a bunch of talent; I don't know any writers who are without it. But a unique and exact way of looking at things, and finding the right context for expressing that way of looking, that's something else. The World According to Garp is, of course, the marvellous world according to John Irving. There is another world according to Flannery O'Connor, and others according to William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway. There are worlds according to Cheever, Updike,..." (By Raymond Carver on the Principles of the Short Story)
si ms pinkipod o, inaaway na naman ako. ryan, pigilan mo nga! (hehe, humanda ka ngayon, ms pinkipod!)
ryan, ayos a! abalang ko nu antutan lay inyan mo, ataktakot ak! andukey e! haha! pero, ayos sya. tanong ko sa atin... ganun na nga ba tayo ngayon? hindi yung pagsusulat ng nobela a, ni minsan, hindi ko ninais yun eh! Pero yung klaseng pananaw ba sa buhay, di na ba natin nakikita ang saysay?? hsm (i.e. sa uulitin)!!!
no apansin mo, pare-pareho so tetelekan na gagawen tayo! Its scary because our special conceit is that we're different from everybody else, our lives revolve around a different set of circumstances or that we have a problem that is uniquely our own when in truth is that we're all in the same boat!"Di ba natin nakikita ng saysay" you ask- we do, but we just don't accept it as what it is. Denial?..maybe...imbagam, anggapo so gagawen mo and then proceed to narrate a long list of stuff that actually fills up your day. That's your life right there- it may probably be not much according to your expectations, but it is what it is....
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