I'm experiencing one of those conditions called writer's block, heck I'm not even a writer to begin with, but I'd like to call it writer's block teynkyuberimach. My head is full of stories, but they're stuck in my noodles. I dunno how to get them out, I tried but it's too much work. I dun like too much work, it's stressful and when I do stress I procrastinate. A lot. I also tried composing this entry in many different ways and angles, and I ended up with what you're reading right at this very moment. It seems that even a simple explanation of why I can't write as much as I used to is also affected by this thing called writer's block. Is there a thing called Artist's block? My creative side is dead, and why am I saying this?

Evidences:
1. A pokemon illustration for my deviantart account is on hold.
*** Too tedious, I'm so near yet so far of finishing it. It's turning into a messy clumsy look, and I dunwanna bother with it nemore ToT My hands are hurting ***

2. Stories in me head, hello!?!?
*** Do I need chopstick to get them out? Amp, corny. You see it's there, but not really there. >.> ***

3. Sketches that needed to be scanned are also on hold.
*** Rawr, I'm so lazy. I can't even lift a finger to smash that sketch pad into the scanner! And my sketches are piling naah! ***

4. Practice with my new pen tablet.
*** Weird enough, when I have new toy, I usually play with it rather excitingly and tirelessly until I get bored, but it didn't happen. I installed it, tried out its pressure sensitivity and that's that. It's back in its box. xD ***

5. webpage for my neopets!
*** Aaaw, I had my neopets' petpage under construction because I was graduating from high school and I might not have the time to further beautify it. 4 years later, it remained untouched. Wow. I promised my pets that I'd get back to their personal webpage after I graduated from highschool, but I didn't - lesson learned, never make promises ever again. xD ***

6. Plurk background.
*** Er... white solid background anyone? I'm still looking for a decent one ***

7. My multiply banner/layout!
*** Crap, I already have a psd file ready for this, but it remained empty. Even my multiply site is devoid of anything aesthetically pleasing. I told myself I'll work on this one during my unplanned long vacation, but er... vacation is coming to an end and it remained empty. Nyahar. ***

So what have I worked on instead of what I promised myself I'll get done?
1. More pokemon illustrations for my deviantart account, yay! xD
2. New blogger layout! And a nice one at that. Yay!
3. A few personal pictures edited for some of my social networking accounts, hehe. *embarrass*
4. More day dreams than evar before! dO.ob

Er, I think that's it. Quite few for a 6 month vacation yeh? I've procrastinated a lot, which isn't healthy at all. T-T

I guess that's it for now.

Edit// I couldn't connect to the cyberweb tonight, maybe I'll post this tomorrow morning (waves away)

Waiting for a story...

I'm still waiting for a story to come, big sigh. I don't exactly know what genre it would be, but I certainly hope it isn't anything near of being horror or tragedy or even both. I could just go search for that story myself, I mean... I have abled body parts to accomplish such daunting task anyway, right? I could write and publish it myself, but then again I haven't got a single clue where to begin or how to even think of how to begin. Maybe the guts to even start. XD

Anycrap, all this act of waiting has been keeping me idle for almost half of my life. Yes I'm bored, though there are a lot of wasteful things to do during my so-called oh-too-wasteful vacation, I still sit here unproductive, void of things to do with such a boring life. My life mind you, not ours or yours. But but but, I despise sudden changes, so please no freaky, sudden changes. I could get a heart attack, since I may have a weak heart and not know it. Our hearts are very sinister creations of God - His executioner, a tireless muscle that keeps contracting whether you like it or not, because the decision is not yours to make, it's for that heart of yours to make whether to end your miserable, happy life. Our hearts are time bombs, ticking until our expiration. It's actually very convenient, we won't spoil. XD Hope we could apply the same principle to our spoilable necessities, let them explode when it expires so not to poison us starving fur-less monkeys. Yeah, so ready your mop to clean them mess. I'm not going to elaborate how the heart also helps us be a better person, how it brings colors into our life, the emotional pain it inflicts upon us and all those other emotion-crap that we humans are cursed and blessed with. The brain is responsible for that, not the heart. The heart is a mere biological machine that keeps us from being pronounced dead by them surgeons slash doctors, because it is the brain that is the source of all the crap we're feeling right now... and all the goodness, i guess. whatever. >.>

Woops, me babbling.

I really don't have anything in mind to write about, I may need to connect my brain's hard drive to the internet for new topics, and since my inability to do just that, I'm ending all this nonsense now.

Anycrap, I'm currently visualizing what that next chapter of mine would be. The chapter I'm currently writing right now is almost over, and I feel that this time it should be somehow interesting. I doubt it though, but we'll never really know.

dot dot dot

If you read through all those written above, congratulations. You have just wasted precious time, which you could have instead spent with other important things. Say, finishing early with your chores and homework, covered and learned more for your exams, slept early, or even spent more time with your family. But noooooooooo, you're sitting there wasting all those minutes. I know I'm not wasting mine, because I'm using all these minutes of mine writing this entry to waste yours. So I win. blah. xD

Kbyetnx.

Ondoy and Dissapointment

The Ondoy Typhoon did took a toll on all of us, especially to those who were directly affected by the aftermath. Cainta, Pasig, Marikina were some that were deeply flooded, but disappointingly, there are several others who are still deeply flooded up to this day who seems to have been neglected or ignored or are getting little help (which is true for most poor places). I heard Sta.Cruz Laguna is still deeply flooded, and still rising. My lolo and lola were finally taken to our house in Manila since the flood, as they said, is still rising in their place up to this day. Now, a new typhoon is coming, and words failed me this time to further speak about the possible outcome it could bring to the still recovering cities/towns/barangays/provinces/places.

The Philippines are constantly bombarded with typhoons and yet our country is poorly equipped, i.e. [useless] infrastructure, poorly disciplined citizens (garbage, hello?) etc. In short, we're a mess. We are far behind to becoming a developed nation, cuz we are still have a long way to go. I don't mean my being pessimistic here, but I dun have anything positive to say at this time. The government, it seems, doesn't have that interest in beautifying our country. It's only about, and always has been, about greed and power. What do they care, they always have the option of migrating to the states or europe when, God forbid, the Philippines is wiped out on the face of the planet (global warming = philippines under water).

The only positive I could say is that everyone are helping one another, and that is what defines the Filipinos.

Done.

Need moar practice!

One chilly afternoon, as I watched a superficially boring show on the magic box, a question popped into mind - Am I always going to be like this, bored out of my mind and be a couch potato? No, I dunwan to! So then I thought, I need to be productive in at least some minuscule way.

I picked up my sketch pad and started doodling new pokemon related scenes, and thus my latest work uploaded in my deviantart account ^-^. I'm not done, I now plan to practice drawing anime human bodies, since I suck much when it comes to human anatomy.

*insert more blah blahs here to how I fail every time I try, and that there has been no improvements*

Anywho, my Nintendo DS's left arrow pad is br0ken~!! Crap it, how am I suppose to finished Pokemon Soul Silver!? I still haven't found Misty yet, she's not in route 25 T-T It's been 3 days, and still mo sign of her anywhere in Cerulean City or Route 25, and she's definitely not in her gym.

Is all for now. XD

Grey's Anatomy season 5, only now?

Rawr! Grey's Anatomy season 5 finally started, but I was not able to watch season 1 to half of season 4, because I didn't know a crap about Grey's Anatomy back when it first aired into the magic box. I love Grey's Anatomy, as soon as my eyes caught sight of the very first nano second of my very first episode of the series, I got hook instantaneously. It's all prolly because of all those ER drama, those complicated love affairs, and those bloody gory sights that came with the show. D'oh. xD

I love Yang's er... craziness. She's insane, and I love that about her, thus one of my favourite. I love George and Lexie's subtle relationship, I love Meredith's complicated love affair with Dr.Sheperd, I love Dr.Hahn and Dr.Torres' sense of awkwardness in each other's company, and Bailey's frankness. There are others, but they got lost in my labrynthic mind, or so I believed.

Haay, I'm posting again. Thank goodness my brain's able to imprison these thoughts, or else, another entry-less blog. I've been having these outbursts of thoughts quite often, which disseminate as soon as I'm ready to convert them neurological signals whateverness into words then into bytes. Today was different for some reason I can't quite figure out, maybe because I got all excited. Anycrap, releasing them out of me head feels good and needed. Me head is already occupado, and I don't think squeezing in more suppressed thoughts would be healthy, psychologically, if not mentally (just in case these two words have unrelated definition).

Okay so now I'm starting to forget what else I needed to write about, there's more, but I can't quite remember what they were. Oh well, at least there goes the main point of today's entry - Grey's Anatomy season 5.

Unfortunately, yes, there always have to be something unfortunate in everything that is fortunate. It's like the Ying and Yang, Good and Evil. Soooow unfortunately, we only have one TV that has cable, so er... that's going to be a problem, since I'm the only one of the four people in our household that has the interest on such show.

Also, I just found out today that season 6 will be aired on September 24, 2009. I have no idea season 5 has already been aired since last year! Crapness.

End.

Really now?

Blink blink blink, says the text cursor.
Blink blink, it says again. Blink.

I didn't say anything, I merely stared back blankly. I had several stories saved in my brain's hard drive to share with it, the several swimming invitations, the supposedly new apartment, a stranger who has been waiting for several hours outside our door, as well as some personal stories, which I probably wouldn't blog about. Maybe.

Solitaire opens up, asking me to play with it again, but I decided against it. Probably got too bored, after attempting hundreds of tries, of which I managed to take back all my losses.

Blink, says the text cursor. Blink blink.
Blink blink.
Blink.

Shut up, I telepathically told it.

I have several rants to vent, but the idea is already too monotonous for public viewing of having to rant over and over again.

Blink blink blink blink blink, the text cursor starts. Blink.

Then a letter materialized, one after another. Soon, a recognizable word appeared. Word after words, I recognized these words. It's like déjàvu, but it isn't. It's perfectly clear to me that these words, these sentences, these paragraphs, these are my own.

The text cursor has a mind of its own, it's typing out every words being projected by my mind as thoughts. The text cursor has penetrated my skull, bypassing every barrier - the skin, fat, the skull and the tissues of the brain. I'm surprised it knows how to hack, considering the vulnerability of computers to hacking. It probably memorized the procedures done by the end-users, but I find that impossible. Rather, the electric impulses in my brain were captured by the electricity being generated by the computer itself, thus connecting an invisible bridge between my brain and the computer. Probably like how Bluetooth technology works, the computer uses the same method of transferring information from point A to point B.

Then again, I'm just being delusional. Harharhar. Insane even. I could just only hope of writing nonsensical blahblahs with my brain. xD

Nyahar.

Tag Story

Since I'm not doing much and so are you, here's a fun way to boost your creativity...
I was tagged by Boris by the way, hehe.

Rules for the Tag Story:
#1 You have to copy the whole story with the links of the people that wrote before you (all the people, not just the person ahead of you).
#2 When you start the TAG Story you have to give your trackback link (you have to say who gave you the tag and copy the whole story from his blog on your blog).
#3 You have to continue the story from the place where the person left it.
#4 After you have finished writing your part of the story (you can write it in any language) place your blog's link at the end so everybody can know who wrote that little piece of art (and also to make it easier to track other versions of the story) .
#5 Give the TAG to someone else. And remember, the more -> the merrier!
#6 Enjoy!

The story
Is it me? Is it you? Is it him or her?
No! It's us...
He had everything going for him... He never wasted any opportunity. The best part of it all was that no matter what she said, no matter how she said it, it always made him laugh. He didn't even know why, he just laughed his head of whenever he got the chance.
Most of you probably think that he was on pot, but was he?
Of course he was doing drugs, no woman can ever be that funny!
So every day ... they were getting higher and higher ... (Vlad @ http://lameplay.blogspot.com/ )

His name is Alberrt.
Alberrt is the weird type of guy who laughs when no one's around. People gave him the this-guy-is-weird look that made him a noticeable person in the crowd. People criticized his actions to be distasteful to which they concluded that he was on drugs. But what were they gonna do if laughing is one of the things he loves the most. Alberrt's closest friends never find this weird for they enjoy having him in their group pranks, gimmicks, hang-outs, and group study. Yes, Alberrt is quite a nerd in his own way. You wouldn't expect this from a cool-sociable-nerd like him... 'till you see his bedroom. There's a whole side of his room, across his bed, that was once a place for his television, was replaced with a burly, burnished, man-made shelf from the Philippines. It is filled with books particularly in business, arts, and fiction. One after the other, he took great care of them by covering them with plastic covers, arranging alphabetically and according to their respective genre's. The addiction all started when his parents bought him a book for his 11th birthday entitled "Greek Mythology" by Edith Hamilton. As soon as he saw the gift, his eyes were wide-open, jaw-dropped to his amazement. He kissed and thanked his parents and jumped and skipped and jumped even more all the way to his room, opened the door and locked it from behind. He was surely ecstatic to which his parents was still clueless about. Maybe he was interested to read about the Greek gods or to Odysses' adventures. Whatever the reason may be, we'll just never know what it is. (Boris @ http://oh-wheezers.blogspot.com/)

Alberrt's friends wondered where his life is heading. Drugs and his girl, it is all that matters to him. He no longer had a clear view of his future. No one knows what happened to him in the past, what his collection of books had taught him about existentialism or was he struggling from an unknown traumatic experience from the past?

Fast forward to the present, Sophie found her friend Alberrt on the floor with his girlfriend she has yet to know the name, both drunk and passed out… (Polexis @ http://polexis.blogspot.com/)

I am tagging everyone who sees this, the more the merrier right? So tag away!!!