Computer 31

I still have 2 hours and a half to spend rotting in front of this computer. I wish I were home, watching TV and enjoying my solitary state. :/

Here I am yet again, making an effort to post words and sentences that make sense. Yes, I know you're tired of hearing this from me, but, the flesh-eating disease of writer's block already reached my pink, labyrinthine brain. Hence, I cannot do anything but type down random things that I'm thinking of at the moment.

It's official. I went through the hell-ish first month of college, unscathed and sane enough. This may sound cheesy, but I suppose I managed to prove something that's way beyond my ordinary human comprehension. Something that cannot be defined by my red-painted fingernails, as well as my blue frost-painted toenails. :]

I probably am the black sheep of all writers. I write in a very lame manner (very apparent in every post of this poor blog). I write only when told to do so. I write without much creativity in my words. I am an aspriring writer who doesn't do much to improve her so-called f*cked up writing. Told you, I am the black sheep, born to put shame on the reputation of every writer who lived, lives and will live.

Dang.

I don't even know how to speak of myself spontaneously and fluently. No wonder I always feel I don't deserve to be studying English Literature in the time ahead. I should have not enrolled myself to the Ateneo. I might, as well, escape and let nobody find out of my (permanent) hiatus as budding writer. Call me loser 'cause I am one. I am THE Loser. :[

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I'm seeping through a collation of fiction penned by talented folks entitled "A Different Voice: Fiction by Young Filipino Writers". Having the chance and the motivation to read local writers through their "babies" are, I think, very random and rare. Most people are so caught up following the New York Times Bestseller trend of choosing books and novels, that we don't notice that we're letting cobwebs to form on the penned fruits of labor and creativity made by our local writers. I admit, I'm guilty of opting for American and British novels to read. That's why I came up with this decision to flick through this collection of short stories, for me be able to rediscover local writing talent (which is really superb) and to discover myself as someone who can write a beautiful mesh of words every time she forms sentences of substance and wordplay in the near future (hopefully).



Err, I should probably get my butt off the computer chair of comnputer 31. What d'you reckon? :)



Random fact: 31 was my class number back when I was in first year and second year high school. Don't blame me, I told you this is random. Oh well. HAHAHA. Let me give you a piece of advice: It's healthy to recall the good ol' past once in a while. The past makes us feel that living in the present is a gift. Bear this in mind, sweeties. :)