Pending Passions

It was 10 in the evening and the rain whistled outside our house. I sat in the dining room, carefully putting words on paper and dreaming of what would happen next. My external hard disk had just acquired a virus and I was masking a nervous face from the world, wishing intently that my files will be safe. The virus scan would take longer than I expected and soon enough words brought my ideas to an end. The final part of chapter 3, which apparently is based on the cold rain pouring that night, led my character into lonely weeping but the prospects of the story were good. I closed my notebook and carried my laptop into my room where it would have to continue its diagnostics while I fought sleep.

Way back in the past, a typewriter seemed to be the most advanced writing medium a person could ever have. I remember a time when I would sit behind a typewriter and start pressing on the keys, watching attentively as they struck the paper and left a letter in black ink. It was amazing. I would pretend that I was writing something really important, like an instruction manual to a secret treasure of some sort. The typewriter was every writer's dream. Flash forward to the 21st century, laptops came into existence. Since then, technology has developed and increased their multi-tasking functions. Not only can you write letters on laptops, you can also play games, listen to music, watch movies, surf the internet AND order food! The laptop has since then become smaller, lighter, more dynamic, sleek and stylish and of course expensive. Nevertheless, this piece of technology has become an apple in everyone's eyes. This post contains my ideas on how fast technology has left me beh...

Ten years ago, I woke up to this image. I was in my first year of high school back then. The world was still a huge place for me and the possibilities of exploring it were endless.  On that fateful day, however, doors closed and fear crept into the minds of every human being on earth. I admit, when I first saw the image on the screen it was more like an earthquake struck. There were building parts on fire and smoke everywhere. It seemed like a dust storm of some kind had covered the whole TV screen and that what used to be the Twin Towers have turned into ashes. We live halfway around the world from where the scene happened. We still had cable television back then so we saw everything that the news channels flashed on screen. It was a nightmare to watch but as I was still 12 years old, I never really understood the gravity of the tragedy back then.

Miss Universe 2011 My name is __________, 22, Philippines! I can practice saying that for the rest of my life. And with Miss Universe 2011 happening this Sept. 12, expect that there'll be more daydreaming about this in the coming days. This post is related to my dream of becoming the Miss Universe someday. It's all past experience and lessons learned. Some girls never really grow out of it even if we pretend otherwise.

You can't kill apathy. Nor can we deny the fact that we need change. We need your guidance. And because I have a lot of ideas and I can barely pitch them in 30 seconds, I am going to try and put them in print before I decide to speed talk it on a video and end up posting the script too because you wouldn't understand me. This is my idea of what we can do to change the world. We'll be filming some of the insights in this post soon and hopefully, the UN Secretary-General will notice us enough to hear what we have to say.

She/He broke up with you. You got a failing grade. Your parents don't appreciate your efforts. Your friends make fun of you. You make fun of you. You have no idea what else to do. You just want to die. Well, let me tell you something--if you want to die, you will sooner or later. My advice for you is to choose later. This post is a rant, a sympathy and a challenge to all those who have attempted, will attempt or will attempt to attempt suicide. You're painting a very pretty picture of what you want, dude. READ ME.

Here comes FOUNDERS DAYS! *yey* But really, the thing about foundation days is not the food or the celebration or the fireworks or just visiting your beloved alma matter. It's the meeting and greeting of people you haven't seen in a long, long time! Foundation days are a highlight in anyone's life because of reunions and the constant 'hey, I remember you!' and hugs and exchange of numbers. Here's what I think. This post is a result of not being able to go to my alma matter on our founders day but attended the foundation day of my parent's alma matter. That really sucks...but I've recovered.