Inspiration is free
But it doesn't come easy..
*Sigh*
I can do this.
Yes, I can!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, April 7, 2011
:(
Sometimes, I just feel like banging my head against the wall. How do they do it?! The artists I see in blogs, and televisions? Where do they get all the creative energy, the inspiration, the ideas, the active imagination? Day after day, time after time, I see beautiful creations, breath-taking pictures, and enticing works of art that just make my mouth water. How I long to create something as beautiful, something as inspiring. I'm a tortured soul. Really. The problem is my interest exceeds talent and my desire exceeds my creative capacity. I so envy the artists who are able to live life with such passion and love for their work. I try. I do, maybe not enough at times, but I do. And yet -- nothing. I was never fully satisfies with the artworks I created. I always feel like something is missing. I feel like I need to break free from some wall or some barrier that could possibly be holding me back from a pool of creative and inspirational power. I want to feel that aha! moment - that moment where everything comes together, when everything is suddenly crystal clear, as it is written in big bold letters in front of your face saying, THIS IS WHAT YOUR GOOD AT, THIS IS THE STYLE FOR YOU, THIS IS WHAT YOU MUST DO. How do they do it? How is it so natural to them? This is the greatest mystery of my life.
Friday, March 25, 2011
I NEED INSPIRATION! won't some one help me?? :c
All the time in the world is o good without solid, heart-thumping, lightbulb-moment, yes-this-is-it inspiration!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Gloomy Monday
A bit of depressing news for you this rainy Monday morning. A family of four, along with 2 of their help, died in a fire in Quezon City. The fire was said to have been caused by a car parked outside their house. The fire started at dawn and everyone was fast asleep. It must have been too late by the time they woke up. Rescuers found all 6 bodies all huddled up together. One of the children was my cousin's college classmate. What a way to start the week.
Tears threatened to fall when my dad told me about this. Who would have thought that such a sad and terrible thing would happen to an innocent family? I don't know these people, but my whole heart goes out to them and to everyone they left behind. This, I suppose, serves as a reminder to the rest of us. Nothing is permanent, and the future is as uncertain as it is iminent. Each day that we are alive - each and every minute that we are breathing and speaking and moving and thinking and dreaming and loving - is a gift; a gift that we so often take for granted.
With everything that has been going on around the world -- the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, the civil wars in Yemen, and all other heartbreaking news -- it makes you wonder what other things we living being must endure. After hearing the news, I immediately thought of all my family, my friends, my boyfriend, and everyone I hold dear. Now is as good a time as any to tell them how much I love and appreaciate them. Cliche, but true.
Tears threatened to fall when my dad told me about this. Who would have thought that such a sad and terrible thing would happen to an innocent family? I don't know these people, but my whole heart goes out to them and to everyone they left behind. This, I suppose, serves as a reminder to the rest of us. Nothing is permanent, and the future is as uncertain as it is iminent. Each day that we are alive - each and every minute that we are breathing and speaking and moving and thinking and dreaming and loving - is a gift; a gift that we so often take for granted.
With everything that has been going on around the world -- the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, the civil wars in Yemen, and all other heartbreaking news -- it makes you wonder what other things we living being must endure. After hearing the news, I immediately thought of all my family, my friends, my boyfriend, and everyone I hold dear. Now is as good a time as any to tell them how much I love and appreaciate them. Cliche, but true.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Yes or no?
When a man says no, he means no.
When a woman says no, she means no.. I mean, yes ..I mean, depending on the situation.. but not really, no, no is fine, unless you really want to, but I'm not forcing you..
I can see why men get confused. Sorry guys. As much as I hate to admit it, it's just how we, girls, are.
Just yesterday, I arrived in Manila from a late afternoon flight. My boyfriend and I had planned on meeting because we hadn't seen each other for weeks. But because of the rainy weather, flights had gotten delayed and I arrived later than scheduled. So I told him that we could meet the following evening, since he had to work early the following morning. And well.. he agreed.
Of course, with the usual, "Are you sure?" and "I'm sorry, I don't want to disappoint you." But he agreed anyways.
I know, I know, I asked for it. Stupid, stupid! Thing is, I half expected him to say, "No, I'll still come see you, don't worry." But he didn't. I went all moody and sour on him. He kept asking if it really was ok, and needless to say, I said yes (when I actually meant no). I was sincere in my intentions. Really, I was. I just couldn't help it.
But, no worries. Because I got my happy ending anyway. He came (^^,). He actually came over to see me even though it was late, and told me he was kidding the whole time. He really didn't plan on NOT seeing me. It was a lovely surprise. I had hearts all over my eyes when I opened the gate to see his car parked outside. It turns out, that men aren't really as dense as we think. ^^,
When a woman says no, she means no.. I mean, yes ..I mean, depending on the situation.. but not really, no, no is fine, unless you really want to, but I'm not forcing you..
I can see why men get confused. Sorry guys. As much as I hate to admit it, it's just how we, girls, are.
Just yesterday, I arrived in Manila from a late afternoon flight. My boyfriend and I had planned on meeting because we hadn't seen each other for weeks. But because of the rainy weather, flights had gotten delayed and I arrived later than scheduled. So I told him that we could meet the following evening, since he had to work early the following morning. And well.. he agreed.
Of course, with the usual, "Are you sure?" and "I'm sorry, I don't want to disappoint you." But he agreed anyways.
I know, I know, I asked for it. Stupid, stupid! Thing is, I half expected him to say, "No, I'll still come see you, don't worry." But he didn't. I went all moody and sour on him. He kept asking if it really was ok, and needless to say, I said yes (when I actually meant no). I was sincere in my intentions. Really, I was. I just couldn't help it.
But, no worries. Because I got my happy ending anyway. He came (^^,). He actually came over to see me even though it was late, and told me he was kidding the whole time. He really didn't plan on NOT seeing me. It was a lovely surprise. I had hearts all over my eyes when I opened the gate to see his car parked outside. It turns out, that men aren't really as dense as we think. ^^,
Friday, December 10, 2010
Shit Happens
You forget to do 1 out of 10 things, and it's "You didn't do anything for me!" Oh yeah? What the hell happened to the other 9?
*Sigh*
It's been a shitty week. Hospital census is picking up, which is actually a good thing. Just not when I can't get enough sleep. My insomnia kicked in like a car in high gear, thanks to the Slimming Brazilian Coffee I'm drinking to help lose my stubborn and annoying belly fat. It's surprisingly effective, by the way. It put a cork in my mouth, so to speak. When I drink it, I don't crave for food so much. But it doesn't help my sleeping at all! I felt the weight of 3 straight, 12-hour, night shifts on my shoulders, back, and eyelids. I vow to never drink that stuff during nights again.
Because of sleep deprivation, I slacked off on everything else. I wasn't able to clean my room for a week, update my planner, exercise, or daimoku as much as I wanted. And to top it all off, I completely forgot to arrange the pictures for our hotel's website for my dad. Which is where the above line came from. Uugh. I feel so useless.
Thank heavens it's the 10th. I'll be flying off to Manila in a few hours for a bit of R&R and some lovin'.
But, something pissed me off, yet again! I don't know. Is it just me, or is life really picking on me? It happens all the time. A day or two before I meet with my boyfriend, whether here or in Manila, something unusual happens. Twice, an infectious case was admitted in the ICU just a day before my bf was coming to visit. And those are the times that I absolutely CANNOT get sick! Just last month - the PPLIC issue, which still haunts me, especially because I still have an account which, I totally have no use for at this moment, and which I never really wanted in the first place! They were far too insistent! I was making a fool of myself, and I still didn't want to be rude, so there. And then just an hour ago--- AAARGHHH! Men. How in the world can they be so dense?! I'm sorry, I just couldn't keep the irritation off my voice as we spoke on the phone. But what he said really pissed me off! How can you say, "You sound tired from waiting up for me." and then say, "Oh well, that's life." ??!! And the best part is, he just waved it all away.
BF: You sound mad. Are you ok?
Me: I'm fine.
BF: You sure? I won't stop asking until you tell me what the problem is.
Me: No problem.
BF: Ok then.
Wtf? What happened to sentence number 3? Honestly. Maybe I'm just being a girl, or a girlfriend for that matter. But that really set my ears on fire!
*Sigh*
If being positive doesn't work, thank heavens for blogging. Seriously, letting it all out is the only way to go sometimes.
*Sigh*
It's been a shitty week. Hospital census is picking up, which is actually a good thing. Just not when I can't get enough sleep. My insomnia kicked in like a car in high gear, thanks to the Slimming Brazilian Coffee I'm drinking to help lose my stubborn and annoying belly fat. It's surprisingly effective, by the way. It put a cork in my mouth, so to speak. When I drink it, I don't crave for food so much. But it doesn't help my sleeping at all! I felt the weight of 3 straight, 12-hour, night shifts on my shoulders, back, and eyelids. I vow to never drink that stuff during nights again.
Because of sleep deprivation, I slacked off on everything else. I wasn't able to clean my room for a week, update my planner, exercise, or daimoku as much as I wanted. And to top it all off, I completely forgot to arrange the pictures for our hotel's website for my dad. Which is where the above line came from. Uugh. I feel so useless.
Thank heavens it's the 10th. I'll be flying off to Manila in a few hours for a bit of R&R and some lovin'.
But, something pissed me off, yet again! I don't know. Is it just me, or is life really picking on me? It happens all the time. A day or two before I meet with my boyfriend, whether here or in Manila, something unusual happens. Twice, an infectious case was admitted in the ICU just a day before my bf was coming to visit. And those are the times that I absolutely CANNOT get sick! Just last month - the PPLIC issue, which still haunts me, especially because I still have an account which, I totally have no use for at this moment, and which I never really wanted in the first place! They were far too insistent! I was making a fool of myself, and I still didn't want to be rude, so there. And then just an hour ago--- AAARGHHH! Men. How in the world can they be so dense?! I'm sorry, I just couldn't keep the irritation off my voice as we spoke on the phone. But what he said really pissed me off! How can you say, "You sound tired from waiting up for me." and then say, "Oh well, that's life." ??!! And the best part is, he just waved it all away.
BF: You sound mad. Are you ok?
Me: I'm fine.
BF: You sure? I won't stop asking until you tell me what the problem is.
Me: No problem.
BF: Ok then.
Wtf? What happened to sentence number 3? Honestly. Maybe I'm just being a girl, or a girlfriend for that matter. But that really set my ears on fire!
*Sigh*
If being positive doesn't work, thank heavens for blogging. Seriously, letting it all out is the only way to go sometimes.
Friday, December 3, 2010
What now?
“Do whatever makes you happy.” Said my mom. Well, that’s new. Thanks Mom. But you don’t need to tell me, because that is exactly what I intend to do right now! No, actually, ever since I was old enough to write on autograph books and fill in the What are your ambitions part. The only problem is, I have no *@#! idea what that ambition is!
Back then, this problem wasn’t a problem – yet. I was young[er], too young! I had plenty of time to figure it all out. Besides, I had more important things to worry about, like the dreaded math periodicals, finishing homework before my favourite TV show, my crush not noticing me, and etc, etc. The future stuff could wait. I didn’t need to think yet. I had a map to follow. Like any other youngster, I had a standardized map that my parents and society laid out before me. Pre-school, then elementary school, then high school, then college. I was not to fail, I was to get good grades, I was to learn and grow and develop like a good child should. And as long as I followed the map, I was fine. But a single map cannot cover all cities of the world. It has to end somewhere (graduation!). The world grew bigger as I grew older, and what then seemed to be the distant future, became next month!
What I wanted in life never changed – the general idea of it, anyway. I wanted to be happy. I wanted a career that would make me happy. The only difference is that, back then, I was 13. I saw no further than what was seemingly years of never-ending education. Now, I am 24. (24!!!!) And I can no longer put off the question that has never fully surfaced before now. Now, that ominous question literally spread itself before my eyes, grabbed me by the shoulders, and shook my entire being like earthquake.
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT TO DO?
I’m not unhappy here. But I’m not entirely happy, either. My dad thinks it’s because I’m away from my boyfriend. (Sigh. Dads..) My mom thinks I don’t like being in Cagayan. Both are true in a way. Of course I miss my boyfriend. And true, I like Manila better. But being in Cagayan itself doesn’t make me unhappy. I’m simply lost. They say happiness is a choice. Aye it is. And a tough choice at that. It’s all I can do to keep myself from despairing.
Back then, this problem wasn’t a problem – yet. I was young[er], too young! I had plenty of time to figure it all out. Besides, I had more important things to worry about, like the dreaded math periodicals, finishing homework before my favourite TV show, my crush not noticing me, and etc, etc. The future stuff could wait. I didn’t need to think yet. I had a map to follow. Like any other youngster, I had a standardized map that my parents and society laid out before me. Pre-school, then elementary school, then high school, then college. I was not to fail, I was to get good grades, I was to learn and grow and develop like a good child should. And as long as I followed the map, I was fine. But a single map cannot cover all cities of the world. It has to end somewhere (graduation!). The world grew bigger as I grew older, and what then seemed to be the distant future, became next month!
What I wanted in life never changed – the general idea of it, anyway. I wanted to be happy. I wanted a career that would make me happy. The only difference is that, back then, I was 13. I saw no further than what was seemingly years of never-ending education. Now, I am 24. (24!!!!) And I can no longer put off the question that has never fully surfaced before now. Now, that ominous question literally spread itself before my eyes, grabbed me by the shoulders, and shook my entire being like earthquake.
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT TO DO?
I’m not unhappy here. But I’m not entirely happy, either. My dad thinks it’s because I’m away from my boyfriend. (Sigh. Dads..) My mom thinks I don’t like being in Cagayan. Both are true in a way. Of course I miss my boyfriend. And true, I like Manila better. But being in Cagayan itself doesn’t make me unhappy. I’m simply lost. They say happiness is a choice. Aye it is. And a tough choice at that. It’s all I can do to keep myself from despairing.
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