of good sunshine mornings, sweet night kisses and everything in between

ingrid’s music has been playing in my player for a long time now. i love the melody and her voice. uhm, i just love her type of music. so peaceful and calm.my sister and cousin would even love to joke on me that my choice has been getting more and more like of older people. hahaha!

one of my favorite would be her song December baby. and id like to share the lyrics here:

Its nearing 730 pm and my head feels so heavy. So is my nose. It feels like it’s contained with a litter of fluid that swears to stay there, that no matter how hard I try to sneeze it out, they just wont! Do you think I need rhinoplasty LA  to reshape it or resize its holes that would allow the fluid to flow freely? Aaahhh! Having all this flu and fever stuff is just sooo not fun!

Yep, Im sick. So super sick. Okay. Not so super super sick. Just super sick. And I hate it when I am sick. I cannot do the things I can when I am well, say, like drinking a bottle or two, or immerse myself in movies until the break of dawn.

It started Sunday night, although I have been feeling quite bad since the morning. My head just hurt so badly and my eyes, they feel like they are some kind of a steam machine. Every time I wear my eyeglasses, they moist. See? I am all hot in the inside.

Last Sunday night, I invited a good friend of mine to get a massage in a center near the bar where we had a small drink. I thought me feeling sick was just nothing and that the drowsy feeling was just an after effect of staying for more than two hours in our fish cage. I thought I was just sea-sick. So when my highschool friends invited me for a paintball war, I never hesitated and rushed to the venue. We did had a good dose of laughter, excitement, and for me, more pain. See, I got hit by John on my thighs(watch out John! I’m gonna get you for this!) close range! That even if I wore thick jeans that day, I still got those bulging bruises! They just hurt so bad!

After the game, we head straight to Mcdonald’s for some sundaes to cool off some heat. That was the time that I felt hotter and that I was not so attentive to what everyone was saying anymore. Then I decided I need a good massage. Perhaps, I was just so stressed and my body’s giving up on all of the abuses I am inflicting on her.

The massage was a go-go and it kinda relieve the not so good sick feeling. But still im sick. I just so hate getting sick, especially the drinking the medicines part. Aaargh!

How do professional writers write? I mean how come it seems that they are not running out of words and that they are able to write so many stories? How do writers write in the first place? This question just came to my mind just now, as I was doing an article for work. And I am really running out of ideas here (anyone?loi needs some help here!). More stories can be found at EcoQuest Intl tagged stories. The environment as a subject matter would sound interesting. But as for now, I dont think I am in the mood for writing how to take care of planet earth, when i cannot even take good care of myself. Though we should really have that concern for her right? We oughta be!

Anyways, I am in the mood for ranting so I’d rant. Uhm which is easier to create? A technical paper or a novel? Hahay. I say, none of the two. It is still better to rant! Hehehe. Nothing can just beat it. You say what you wanna say. You can write without measurements, no proper subject matter. Whatever comes to your mind, you have all the liberty to say it through a sentence or two. And whoala! You’ve created a masterpiece of your own; not necessarily a very scientific technical paper with all those jargons understood only by men of science, nor a very heartwarming romantic story whose novelists have invested their whole heart.

One not good example would be this entry. It is a good example in such a way that it best fits the characteristics of a free flowing article. It is not a good write up but a good example. Hehehe. Wherever could this entry goes, I’m stopping now.

Waaah! I feel so bad for running out of words and running out of ideas.

I never  had imagined myself to be writing entries such as this one. Looking back on my high school days, I never loved writing. I was more of a reader than neither a writer nor a storyteller. I abhor writing assignments, though there was one particular subject that I really loved, even though it practically involved a lot of writing and writing.

When did I start to like writing? Perhaps that was when I got a fairly high grade for a final paper, even if I was not that confident on my writing skills. Although, I had already grown the fondness of writing poems and other short non formal write ups. Then I started to write journals as a means of pouring out what I cannot easily express verbally. Good university literary writers also at some point inspired me to read more, of their own compositions and of other good reads. Then I started digging for more articles or books, which eventually somehow influenced my writing style.

Since I was exposed to magazines and short stories, I kinda write without proper English measurement. Most of the time, when I reread some of the articles I made, it felt like I was really talking out loud! When computers were made available to almost anybody, and through internet (thank God for the brilliant minds who made internet!), I have developed that laziness to write using a clean sheet of paper and pen. That was the time I started blogging. And I still to date. Of everything and anything under the sky. May it bring happiness or an itch of what reality means. Uhm, I wonder how Dennis C Carey  writes? He’s got his own blog in wordpress and its winning more readers each time. He’s more of a technical writer though. I go for ranting!

Somebody just annoys me so much right now that I’d like to give her some Baltimore facelifts. It would be really that something she needs. Perhaps, when she looks more beautiful, thanks to aesthetic science, I might forget what she has done. Or perhaps, I do need this facelift too to alter my image. It’s not that I hate her, but the thought of what she’s done is something I think I can’t forget.

There are things you ought to keep to yourself, and yourself alone. And if you choose to vent it to others, for human psychology reasons, the people to whom you confide to must be carefully chosen. They must not be just anyone that you are close with, or you are comfortable with. More to the comfort you are feeling when they are around, secrecy considerations must be of utmost importance. Is he to be trusted? And if you trust him, are you ready to the consequences when the secret is out for some uncontrollable factors? And if the secret is out, would you still have the heart to befriend him?

I myself is a very trustFOOL person. And even if I am already saying this all the time, I have not learned the art of leaving some space for myself. Whew! Maybe I need a facelift too. Perhaps when I get a different face, I would then be living a completely different life.