Insanity Isles

Why do you write?

Do you write because you want people to be impress of your knowledge with big words?

Do you write because you need money to live your life?

Do you write because people think you’re good and you don’t want them to get disappointed?

Do you write because it is the only thing that you think you can do?

Or 

Do you write because you want people to know about the stuff that is happening in this world?

Do you write because you want to create new and wonder worlds that has been stuck in your head?

Do you write because it is the only way to express yourself?

I know a lot of people who can write. People who can not only write, but create wonderful worlds of adventure and horror, relive the happenings of the world using words and symbols, paint a picture of emotional strife and hungry souls, and create  a new revolution of enlightenment where ever they choose.

We write because we have something to say, we have something to say because we are opinionated, we are opinionated because we doubt, we doubt because we think, and when we write what we think, we create structure to what we are thinking. Solidifying it so others can gain from it. Enlighten them of your ideas and become the building block to the next intellectual revolution of our modern society.

It all starts there. the stroke of your hand over a piece of paper or the tapping noise you make when you type on your keyboard. 

A lot of people are gifted with the ability to make grand ideas that will change society. But they all stays in their heads as just mere ideas, endlessly swirling around the vortex of their mind.

The age of reason was possible because of one key factor, the printing press. It made the distribution of knowledge easier and faster.

But now, we have blogs to share our ideas in an instant. Give feedback on each others ideas. 

So write for yourself.

Write what you love.

Write what you think. 

So tell me, what are you thinking?

First off, my arms are killing me. I never though going beyond the comfort zone will be this painful. I’ve been watching too much adrenaline beat up movies that I kinda had this urge to level up my daily work out routine.

Second, I finally got a copy of Love Hina. After so many years of being a fan of Ken Akamatsu’s work, i finally got a copy of his (in my option) best work yet.

Context. Love Hina is about a guy trying to get into tokyo university because of a childhood promise with a girl, after 15 years, he’s an idiot, he can’t talk to women and sucks at life all together. Then he meet this girl. Typical guy love story right? well, as Jonathan always say, It doesn’t matter if the premise is clicke, as long as the execution is good. Well, this is one of those. Excellent execution and Awesome character build up.

One of the most redeeming quality of his manga are the characters. Specifically, the main character, Kaitaro Urashima and Naru Segawa.

Kaitaro is just like any other guy out there, simple, struggling through life, having a hard time with women and generally sucking at everything else. A few years back, I see myself as Kaitaro, and sometimes, I still do, but with a few improvements. 

Also, in this manga, I discovered my number 1 anime crush, Naru Segawa.

Why?

Because, Naru Segawa, from a writers point of view, is realistic. She’s not one of those fairy tale princess who sits in there tower and wait for their prince charming while brushing her long beautiful hair and acts innocent about anything. Naru Segawa lives and breath just like a normal girl, PMs once in awhile, has sexual urges and also fucks up in decision making once in a while.

From a person’s point of view, she is also realistic. She works hard for what she wants and she lives by her own principles. She is a stronger character and a strong woman. She is who she is because she worked hard to be who she is, smart, physically equipped and street wise. She’s a go getter, She wanted to go to Todai (Tokyo University),she studied her ass off. And ofcourse, most importantly, she isn’t shallow as most of the cast, she lives by what she know is right and stand strong with her principles. Oh yah, smart enough not to get swayed by cheap tricks. 

The best part is, it’s realistic. I’m sure your tired of hearing that but this is no Achelis or Edward Cullen. Girls and guys can actually become like her in the real world. If I find a guy like this, I would totally make him my best man, actually, I think I already did. If it was a girl, and she’s not open to a relationship, screw it, she’s gonna be my best friend. But hey, I see alot of Naru Segawa on someone I know. :)) So yah, happy now. 

Buttomline, Love Hina is awesome, Naru Segawa is Awesome, Kaitaro became awesome and hopefully the people (not only me) who saw themselves in him will also become awesome. 

I got this text yesterday afternoon from a girl that I sworn to never associate with myself ever again.

“Hey, how are you?”

First off, I don’t know how she got my number, I changed it since she moved schools.

Second, why is she even texting me again. I really dislike this person and I thought we established that the last time we meet.

I guess you guys need context for this.

The girl who texted me is kinda of a ex. I don’t really know our relationship status back when I was in 2nd year college.

I think we were pretty much a couple because we do stuff that other couples do. Only in this case, we did a whole lot more. 

This girl is the girl who killed the romanticist in me. He died trying to please this girl. The big problem with us, I wanted something serious, she wanted someone to make out with when she felt like it. 

But I should have seen it coming, she was more aggressive than me when we first meet and it only took a few days before things started becoming physical.

I won’t lie, I kinda enjoyed being with her. I did stuff that my other ex were too afraid to do. (I know what you’re thinking and yes, i’m still a virgin).

I was young and stupid I guess, and she was one of those decisions that you regret completely. I mean, I know I regret a lot of stuff, but she still top the bar. I mean, what was I thinking, letting her in my to my heart without asking for anything in return? 

After her, I was really careful with my next en devours. I didn’t want the next girl I go out with to be like her. All physical yet can’t offer anything else other then the touch of her lips.

I mean, I’m cool with casual relationships, it doesn’t have to start out all serious, that’s how successful relationships go, stage-by-stage. But dude, it has to be with one person only.

But hey, I hope she’s happy, I hope she change, I hope she isn’t making guys like me be angry and sad for stupid reasons, I hope she isn’t the girl I once knew, I hope she learned something from me, I hope she isn’t always drunk, I hope she isn’t in a hurry to loss “it” anymore, I hope life is better for her than it is to me.

But hey, at least I learned something from her. Be very careful who you give your heart to. Test the waters first before going all out, and take as much time as you need, haste leads to stupid decisions. 

(Part one is somewhere, buried in my blog, it’s not hard to find, I don’t re blog that much lately)

“Where were we?” said the pianist, still sitting comfortably on his velvet chair. His pointed tail still twisting and whipping.

He was still standing there, on his toes, playing a really slow note. 

“I remember this song, Blue Bird, as innocent as the person it was written for.” he said as he continue to press each note slowly as the score allows him.

As the minutes flew by, so did the song. And the song created ghost for him.

The curtains behind him opened. The dark abyss exposed for what it is. And in that darkness, she emerged. She took a step into the black and white checkered flooring. Her sapphire cocktail dress contrasted with the red velvet curtains. Her hair, loosely curled with side swept bangs, gently swayed with her movement as she makes her way to him.

He finally took a sit but he continue playing Blue Bird.

She took a seat and played along with him.

The pianist took a hard look at them. “This would have been perfect you know.”

He realized what the pianist meant and took the score slower. She didn’t notice it so he continue to play on the normal score.

The pianist continues “two pianist, in sync, knowing what to press next as they complement each others notes.”

He noticed that he was going too slow so he played on a faster score. She couldn’t keep up. 

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Playing at your score.” he replied.

“That is not my score.” she said as she start slowing down.

“Then keep up with me” He played faster and faster until Blue Bird was making any sense anymore.

“I can’t.” Then she completely stopped.

The pianist laughed. It echoed though the whole room as he continue playing and she, just sitting next to him.

“Wait, you’re not making any sense. Please just keep playing, i can’t do this on my own.” he said as he continue playing.

“I’m sorry” and she completely vanish to smoke.

“Would have been perfect.” said the pianist with his huge grin on his face.

He slammed his hands on the keys making an echo of clashing notes. Stood up and looked at the pianist, “Damn it, stop reliving my memories.”

The pianist leaned back, crossed his legs and rest his cheeks comfortably over his fist. “And memories they only are, and memories they shall continue to be. Memories that will continue to haunt you…” He paused for a while “…if you let them.”

They gave each other another sharp gaze, the pianist looked at where she used to sit. 

“She is but a ghost in this world my friend, and so are you. And like any ghost, she has moved on from this…” the pianist looked at him intensedly, “have you?”

A long silence entered the room. Nothing but their breathing made a sound. The air around made a soft whisper as they both just stood there, waiting for the next move to come. A silence which wasn’t broken until…

“yes”

…..To be Continued……

(Source: stefffrightup)

The other day, my tita wanted to replaced my old file cabinet with a book shelf. At first, I was hesitant for the exchange because I was too lazy to remove all the files and place them somewhere else. 

But after awhile, I agreed and ask some people the help me relocate the files.

We didn’t finish removing all the files from the cabinet and agreed to continue the day after next because I have a birthday to attend to.

5:33 a.m. I woke up from a deep sleep and had an urge to clean up the filing cabinet. 

While I was cleaning it out, I found “the research papers”. Without giving too much away, “The research papers” is something that I’ve been working on since I started college. It contains dossiers of specific people and their past works, some theories and schematics that I’ve always dreamed of putting to action, and a lot more. 

I poured in my whole self into that research but I suddenly stopped working on it because it was something that was eating me and my time. Working on it requires my full and undivided attention. Something that I wasn’t willing to give up at that time of my college years (or YEAR if you know where I’m coming from).

So I stopped and focused on other aspects of my life.

When I saw the folder again with the first page as the dossier of Leonardo Da Vinci, It got me thinking. Maybe, I should start again. I mean the numbers are all wrong now since the estimates are off my a few years. But maybe, I should do it again.

It took me the whole day today to think about it. Until tonight, when I got home from the birthday party, something hit me. My initial reaction was “Badtrip ahh. Seryoso?! Tangina, na nanadya ata eto.”

Break down? Hyper ventilate? Throw a tantrum? Rebel? Change of Heart?

But then, i thought, maybe it’s a sign. I had enough teen memories already. Enough  happy, enough pain, enough self sacrifice, enough selfish moments. It’s time to go back to the project that some of the most brilliant minds in my past school conceptualized and did the initial framework. 

The sad part is, some of the papers and dossiers are unreadable cause of Ondoy and all my back ups are in my past two computers ( I didn’t make a back up anymore because I thought I was going to completely abandon the project) so I have to research most of it again before starting on the schematics because most of it was based on some past works.

I just know this will consume me again, I know I’ll go back to the quite, socially awkward me, I know that it will make me abandon a lot of things, but atleast it’ll make me forget too.

If I do really continue, Then this is where I take my bow, giving my final salutes to the people who was with me and finally exit the center stage. I thank you and I will except to see you when I return, may it be a success, or a failure.

And the curtains closed.