I’m always fascinated by the simple and sometimes unimportant things in someone else’s s life which are being put in writings such as the color of his/her room, the bitten fingertips, the shade of wallpapers, the fan he/she is using, the kind of vehicle he/she is riding on, anything because it just means that that person is allowing me to enter a portion of his/her life.
Meet Bambam. Hahaha. Actually, wala pa nga siyang pangalan. Trip ko lang siyang tawaging bambam. :)
Simple humor never failed to impress me. That kind of humor which comes out naturally from a person without forcing it. I think, that’s cool and one of the best things in this world.
That awkward moment that the house is quiet, you visited a blog and the background music blared like hell.
Half of my life, I’ve been dreaming to matter. I’ve been searching ways to find my place in this world. I already know what I want but not the ways to get there. An evident vision of myself years from now has been very vivid in my head all throughout; living in my transparent glass walled two-storey house with furniture of high class and quality, sitting in front of my computer with a view of the greenery of my own garden as I try to squeeze my brain cells for juicy stories and lying on hammock or lingering on my veranda as a form of relaxation. And readers from all over the world will find my writings magnificently chiseled as much as of John Green’s.
Will I ever get there? Signing contracts for publishing house, seeing my books on shelves of bookstores as I trace their spines with my trembling fingertips (and even signing autographs for my books, wildest dream) and interactions with my readers.
I know it isn’t easy to get there. Failures and rejections will be rampant and in their utmost availability. Breakdown, insecurities, criticisms and low esteem will also play huge and vital roles in the equation of my success but I am willing to risk it all, for my dreams. Admittedly, I am afraid of failure as much as I feared what comes after death but I am not going to allow this awe to succumb me.
I want to matter. It may sound simple but it contains a wide range of complexity. The shore of my knowledge ebbed with the idea that prominence sounds cool and great but I don’t want a high amount of popularity just to matter in this world. What I wanted is for my thoughts to be heard, my words to be read and for my stories and experiences to be published to inspire. I want to move peoples’ hearts with my writings and they’ll tell ‘This book is worth the read’; it will be the compliment and appraisal I will ever have in my whole goddamn life.
Again, I still have a lot to improve when it comes to my writing skills; grammatical errors are extensive, my manner of playing with words is still not in the verge of passable way to get a publishing house. It will take a long time. But I’m open for improvement; I’m willing to learn just like the very first time ii hold my rust brown guitar on my hands when I was 16.
As of the moment, I don’t have many readers the way other writers have. My number one fan and reader is my best friend. She believes in me, my words and writings as much as a kid believes in her father to catch her after throwing her up in thin air. But who knows, maybe, someday, a guy writing these stupid words from a small town already matters to the world and people speak of his name with high regards and reverence.
Di nagpunta ang mga high school friends ko kagabi dito. Umuwi sila ng one am. Hahaha. Celebration kunwari ng graduation ko. Nagkwentuhan kami ng nakakatakot. Eh ‘di uwian na. Hinatid ko sila. Eh ung bahay namin, pinaggitnaan ng simbahan at ng sementeryo. Imagine the creeps. hahaha. Meron ding malapit na eskwelahan. Eh bali-balita na ang school na ‘yon ay pugad ng kababalaghan. Hahaha. Lahat un daraanan namin. At ung simbahan, may transparent na salamin na kita mo ung loob. Shit. EH ang lakas ng imagination ko, minsan ayokong titingin dun kasi mamaya may biglang lumabas dun gaya ng sa movies eh.
Di nakarating na kami sa labas. Picture kasi wala pa kaming picture. Tapos humingi ako ng pamasahe na sais sa best friend ko para makasakay ako sa sidecar pauwi! HAHAHAHA. Eto ang mas matindi, nauna pa kong umuwi sa kanila, eh ako nga ung naghatid. Sabi ko, paunahin na nila ko tapos antayin na lang nila ung sidecar kasi tatlo naman sila, isa lang ako. HAHAHAHAHA.
Today, it has been exactly two years since my former best friend confessed to me that she loves me. And to make it worse, she has a boyfriend. And now, we’re not texting one another like we used to. If we are, just casual as if she hasn’t been my best friend.
ME: Hoy, like mo ung profile picture ko. Comment ka pa para lumabas sa newsfeed. HAHAHAHAHAHA
So I finished reading this book this afternoon after six days. hahaha. ewan ko kung bakit parang hindi ko ganung trip to unlike ng Looking for Alaska and The Fault in Our Stars. But I still admire John Green. :)
I am fucking done
Hi, pipz. :) Good Evening. It’s really been a while. How’s your Holy Week? :) So many stories.