Three unfinished novels. Scattered along my nineteen-year lifespan were three novels. I never finished any of them. I wrote the first one when I was about ten or eleven. I wrote it in a notebook that had a cartoon character at the cover, with matching celluloid protection that I expertly did on my own. Those where the days where the books I devour where our Grolier’s encyclopedia set and anything written by Jules Verne. So as to be expected, I fancied myself writing science fiction.

My first novel attempt was set in a really futuristic future. You still live in a regular house and have a biological body intact, the only difference is that everything is automated by machines. Kind of like the setting in the Walt Disney Film’s Meet the Robinsons. So anyway, I remember this young boy. I think I named him Andy. This story was about how Andy, along with his school friend (a girl of course) discovers a portal right under his house which happens to lead to a kingdom long-buried underneath the earth. The concept is kind of like an underground Atlantis. This kingdom had its own culture, they had strange creatures as pets, and even had their own close-to-wizardry-like science.  Now I don’t remember what happened really after Andy and his friend got in there, what I do remember is that a series of events actually leads him on a mission to save the Kingdom by trying to guard this magical floating crystal at the center of which happens to power the whole Kingdom and every living creature inside of it. Reason why I didn’t finish this novel: I lost the notebook (also the first biggest disappointment in my pseudo-writing attempts).

I wrote my second novel when I was a teenager. Being a girl just stumbling into puberty, it would be obvious what my general theme would be. It was about love. There would be no way in this global-warming-infested Earth that I would talk about what happened in my second novel attempt. Reason why I didn’t finish this novel: Just. No.

My third and most recent novel attempt was a real heart breaker for me. I wrote it just after high school, during the summer of two thousand six. I didn’t know what pushed me into writing that one, though I do remember being so self-disillusioned about really making a good novel this time. And why not? I felt I was a lot better than that ten or eleven kid who wrote in a notebook, I accumulated more taste in fiction, and best of all, it was summer and I had nothing to do. So I set out to make this novel. Again, I invented a world. Instead of two friends, there where four of them. There’s even this whole back story. There’s this whole historical fight between the light and the dark and the fate of humankind. Lot’s of action definitely. I had to pitch in philosophical and existential moments too. And yes, there may have been a bit of the L thing going on. I remembered being so involved with my characters that I even did some research just for their names. I wasn’t satisfied with doing just that so I even made a whole genealogy just for it. I was gushing thousands upon thousands of words every week. Until suddenly, college kicked in. Reason why I didn’t finish this novel: The home pc where I typed the whole thing got reformated </3

And so, here I am. After three (or two legitimate ones actually), I am still novel-less. Moral of the story: (1) never write a novel in a notebook, (2) never write a love story, and lastly (3) remember to always have a back-up. That or forget about it at all.

I’m still wondering if I should still try. Or, nah, plan B is to be filthy rich someday so I could afford to buy an infinite collection of fiction novels and possibly a conducive reading spot- like an island. Yeah, definitely plan B.

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German to English Translation: Am Flughafen, At the Airport

It’s been about three years since I last saw our neighbors. Well, to call them just our neighbors would be an understatement actually. It seems as if they’re my relatives, maybe not by blood but by affinity. They’re based in Germany (which explains why I tried to learn German, tried being the operating word) and they visit the country every few years or so since they actually have a house back in Aklan (there’s a reason we’re neighbors haha).

And today I’m seeing them again. I’ll just be meeting them at the airport while they wait for their connecting flight to Kalibo, but that’s something already. And truth be told, I miss them :)

Sadly I forgot to take pictures. But oh well, the point is I finally got to see them again even if I’m stuck here in Manila!

Anyway, I carried this little silver bag with me at the airport and handed it to my tita for delivery.

After much thought and panicking, I finally got a gift for my brother’s 21st birthday (plus his congratulatory present from me for passing board). I was supposed to buy a watch, then realized it would be too boring and cliche. So I scouted and scouted until I finally came to the Apple Store. I think it’s a fitting gift since my brother loves oldies music like I do. Plus the fact that his nickname is actually “Mac”. I hope he likes it :)

I got a couple of gifts myself!Chocolates from my birthday and a pack of Deutsch Schokolade now piled up on my bed. I haven’t even finished the butterscotch from Boracay and the humbugs and sherbet lemons that my friend got me from Belfast. I do plan on sharing as I promised to not fall on the trap of gluttony. Haha.

Oh and I got some great buys from Topshop and Oxygen today. Hooray for Mid-Year sale!

Obviously, I am lovin’ July <3 

L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux (What is essential is invisible to the eye). 

This post is for the the thousands of words racing in my head. Pent up emotions. Nostalgia. Mundane events of my life that suddenly spluttered meanings. This post is for the space bar, and for the back space button and for ever click on the x mark at the top left of the screen- I’m sorry for repeatedly abusing the aforementioned things as the laws of exasperation says no to salvation. This post is an apology to the inner-literati. That person who always had the inspiration but could never co-exist with guts. This post might as well be published, because the countless of posts shoved into vacuum deserves a mark of R.I.P. for justice.

So my tumblr page is just a pathetic excuse to stalk people in my dash. I am pretty lame and invisible. Haha. And since today marks the start of my official summer (IDGAF on PAG-ASA rainy season advisory), I should entitle myself to enjoy every single moment of nothing-to-do.

Hence, I shall try to be active in Tumblr!

“Try” is the operating word. Okay here we go.

You’re a needle in a haystack of passersby, waiting to be found but glorifying the novelty of being left untouched. Life has been uneventful, isn’t it? You’d realize this as you look at the palm of your hand wishing you’d see the back of someone else’s hand- locking yours in a tight clasp. What’s there to it? The surges of words you’d imagine saying and feeling anything that could be felt. Now you’re relinquishing that someone from the past, trying to look back into what could’ve been the ‘now’. And while you walk with the slow music to your ears, you think about another needle in the haystack. Right now it’s just you gambling with serendipity. What are the chances really.