...faithless... the literary bloopers...
::my mother and me::
::to a traitor::
::playing the fool::
::all the blame::
poetry. these were written since i was in second year high school, i think. most of them suck, probably because i was so damn clueless and naive then. don't know if it improved somewhat...
i tried experimenting with some of those poems, like putting out equal numbers of syllables, cranking out rhymes and shit. in short, i really don't know what i'm doing. but i agree with those people who said that writing down stuff helps your soul. some of these helped me through rough times, although now i look back at these stuff and cringe.
::such a pity::
::the long wait::
::into the unknown::
*weirdly enough, the inspiration was the tv series 'friends.' but instead of 6 neurotic middle-aged new yorkers, i put in there 4 messed-up pinoy teenagers with different cravings.*
*a man and a woman who live in the same condominium get stuck in the elevator. made for readers who prefer sappy, romantic endings.*
|short stories. i've been trying to write a novel ever since i can remember. i used to brag to my sister's friends that i'd be a pulitzer prize-winning novelist someday; in those darned slambooks way back in elementary i'd write 'author' as my future dream. it's easier to say, but much harder to do. afflicted with writer's block, i gave up on it after a couple of years and stuck to poetry... until jm (god bless you!) asked me to proofread one of the short stories he wrote. i read it, was impressed, went home, opened my laptop, and started typing, without a second thought to the storyline, character development, or the political correctness of the dialogue. after a few days of finally editing it, the result was 'addictions.' my ego became inflated at the thought that damn, i can finally write! three other stories followed 'addictions' (with deep reflection this time, thank you very much). so basically, i ditched poetry and moved on to my childhood ambition. not like it's really gonna happen anyway...||
*this girl chances upon another girl's blog. 'nuf said.*
*an experimental story: the main character is depicted throughout the whole 18-or-so pages with her not saying a damn thing. really hard to do, but come to think of it, no one ever tries this concept...*
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