Eye.Speak.

Bragging Writes.

Posted in si aLing marYa lang po by cruela de vil on May 30, 2011

Mayabang akong writer. Well, bakit nga naman ako hindi magyayabang?

Sa totoo lang, hanggang ngayon ay nagtataka ako bakit ako naging writer. O bakit ako nakapasa ng Journalism noong college? At bakit Journalism ang pinili kong kurso? Kung tutuusin, ang first choice ko naman talaga ay Mass Communication (aka Communication Arts sa UST). Second choice ko naman ay Hotel and Restaurant Management (HRM). Journalism ang nailista kong 2nd choice ko sa UST dahil yon ang 2nd choice ko sa Ateneo noong nag-entrance exam ako. At nataon din na halos magkasunod ang exam dates ng UST at Ateneo. Hayon, nagkandalabu-labo na.

Wala akong hilig magbasa. At alam kong isa sa mga essentials ang pagiging reader bago ka maging writer. Natuto nalang ako magbuklat ng libro noong college na ako. Napansin ko kasing ambaba ng grades ko sa Journ class naming with Sir Christian Esguerra. Andami kong copywriting errors. At napakabano talaga ng flow ng thoughts. Sabi ni sir, kung gugustuhin namin magpatuloy sa career bilang writer or Journalist, kailangan naming magbasa. And magbasa is what I did.

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Will continue to dump rants on WordPress. Curse you Tumblr.

Posted in si aLing marYa lang po by cruela de vil on December 8, 2010

So I opened Tumblr and the site is still down. Is it me or is Tumblr avoiding me?

 

Lately, I’ve been sleeping like crazy. Maybe it’s because of the weather? I don’t know. But ever since I got sick, and got well, I’ve been craving for 8-10 cuddling hours with my bed. Well, now that I am actually feeling better, my workaholic self starts to take over my life again. Just when I started to quit on caffeine.

I’ve been avoiding caffeine because I think it makes me fat. I think its the one that’s making me fat [I am still in denial that Mcfloat and McFries are the culprit to my sudden weight gain]. Although I care less about body weight, I am concerned about my health. Too much of anything is bad of course. Last time I checked, I used to drink 2 cups [or mug] of coffee a day. Yeah. come to think of it, it’s not much. Some people actually drink 3-5 cups a day. But for me, it’s making my left eye twitch. I feel like my veins are constricting at my nape. And oh boy, heart attack. (more…)

Tumblr is down so…

Posted in si aLing marYa lang po by cruela de vil on December 7, 2010

Oh my God! Tumblr is down. So literally, I don’t have a choice but to dump all of my daily nutcase-ness here @ my precious WordPress blog. Most of the time, I dump my crazy creativity @ my WordPress account. You know, short stories and those kinds of shits. Tumblr is my crazy daily (which actually became a weekly, two times a month, or every two months affair) dumpster of insanity. Well, aside from Facebook.

Due to boredom, and a mild stroke of caffeine thanks to tea latte (sosyal!), I peeped at my officemate’s desktop as I passed by her cubicle. I saw her writing about her Christmas wishlist. Since “ber” months arrived, I’ve already read quite a few blogs regarding everybody’s Xmas wishlist. I recall when I was a child, I look forward to Christmas Day because of the aginaldo. But now, as Christmas approaches, I do not have any idea what to anticipate. I am not yet sure if it will be merry. I don’t know if it will be merry. (more…)

ang peryodista

Posted in si aLing marYa lang po by cruela de vil on February 20, 2010

Ballpen. Inkpen. Typewriter at Microsoft documents.

Buhay manunulat. Dyan lang umiikot ang lahat. Nakaupo ako ngayon sa coffee shop. Kalong-kalong ang laptop at gumagawa ng artikulo. Pero di gaya ng ginagawa ko nung kolehiyo, simple lang ang mga salita nito. Marketing style. Hindi objective.

Naalala ko ang mga turo samin noon: OBJECTIVITY. Bawal singitan ng sariling opinyon ang sinusulat unless nagsusulat ka para sa editoryal.

Ang sarap tuloy sabihin, sa trabaho ko ngayon, sa internet di kailangang editor ka para maging 1st person ang iyong isinusulat. Kailangan lang, marunong ka mambola. Marunong ka mang-uto. Marunong ka magbenta ng mga hindi naman talaga kailangan ng tao.

Sa mga job interviews, malimit itanong sakin bakit Journalism ang tinapos ko. Sa totoo lang, hindi ako nakapasa ng Mass Com. Ang gusto ko ay maging director. O kahit anong may kinalaman sa production. Hilig ko ang sining sa entablado. Musika ang buhay ko.

Hilig ko rin naman magsulat. Pero ito ay katuwaan lang kalimitan. Di ko kailanman binalak ilantad ang aking mga tula. O mga essay. O short story. Mediocre ako dyan. Nonsense kung nonsense.

Sa apat na taong ginugol ko ang sarili ko sa kursong alam kong di ako nakakasiguro, sa loob ng isang taon, natutunan kong mahalin ang tinapos ko. Di dahil sa eto ang bumubuhay sakin ngayon o nakapagbibigay sakin ng pera para makabili ng cellphone o laptop o ngkape sa Gloria Jeans, kundi dahil dito, nakakapagbigay impormasyon ako.

Noong ako’y nag-OOJT sa Manila Times, naramdaman ko ang isang ligayang hindi ko inasahang mararamdaman ko. Hawak ang isang maliit na notebook, ballpen at recorder, nakatungtong ako ng DOJ, Manila Pen, Sulo Hotel at nakapanayam si Ace Durano, Marcus Adoro, Alexander Yano at Raul Gonzales. Nafront page ang ilang storya ko. At nakaitalics pa nga…Maria Espie Vidal, Special to the Manila Times.

Kagabi lang dumalo ako ng Rock the Vote the UST. Naligalig ako ng makita kong pinag-isa ang dalawang mahal ko: musika at journalism. Ang host kasi ay ang News and Current Affairs ng ABS CBN.Nakaramdam ako ng kung ano mang pananabik at sinabi ko nalang sa sarili: gusto ko uling maging peryodista.

Hindi man ngayon o bukas. Pero alam ko lang dapat kong balikan ang propesyong natutunan kong mahalin at narealize kong mahal ko pala kailan lang.

Breathing corpse.

Posted in si aLing marYa lang po by cruela de vil on February 15, 2010
crying eyes
Beauty in the breakdown

Stare’s afar

Stare’s vacant

Breathing corpse, live!

Decide to feel, there’s no tomorrow.

Ride on tragedy, my love

Write on tragedy.

Gradient scenery of gray and white

A vivid domination of sorrow

Guised in sketches

Lead stained papers

A two dimensional figure

Rapt is your soul.

Unwilling fellow

Of treasures and chaos

Pricked yet invincible

Steel walls of dejection

Tap the waters

Caress its waves

Cuddle it.

Chase liberty.

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