zzz ramble zzz

I'm so sleepy I can't think straight anymore. I know I shouldnt quit just yet, after all it's only barely past midnight and I'm used to staying up until the wee hours. But again, I'm soooo sleepy it takes humungous humongous tremendous effort just to keep my eyes open.

This always happens when I'm writing. Argh. I've a theory about this. (When did i ever not have a theory?)

Here's my theory in a nutshell (redundant much?) .... When your making up stories you usually imagine it in your head and when you do this you enter a mind state thats not quite alpha but no longer beta either. you're not asleep so youre not dreaming but its as close as it gets to it. If I remember it right, you REM during alpha.

Am i making any sense? I guess im not. My apologies folks. For the third time, I'm so sleep i cant think straight anymore!!

The purpose of this blog post is to rouse me back to wakefulness. the result: its not working... so im gonna wrap my writing up for the night. hala! lagot ako sa bespren turned agent ko. im waaaay behind schedule! chapter three pa rin ako. i've been stuck in this chapter since this morning... i dont know which direction to take kasi. the story can lead to three conflicts and i havent made up mind which to use...waaah!

btw, my heroines a chef...kasalanan 'to ni andre. i don't like repeating myself coz ive already written a hero that's a chef waaaaay back. kaya lang he mentioned something about wanting to be a chef (im nudging him in the opposite direction mind you)... and since i didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on my characters trivialities, i decided to make her a chef na lang even though i'd rather she wasnt.

sigh. i'm gonna end and spare you from my ramble now. im heading for my bed hoping that tomroow turns out to be a more productive day for me. g'nyt :)

so long

kutingski went to "a better place" this afternoon :(
no thanks to my amateur ministrations... all i can say is, i gave it my best shot

i sway you not

Interesting read, this post

I agree with his POV on TR, at least the part where he said and to quote: "there's no one specific novel that stands out like a banned book the masses can call their own."

Why could this be? Allow me to give you my take.

If one is in search of a media that promulgates social awareness, then one should turn his head away from TR novels, else expect to be disappointed. The thrust of TR as a genre is to entertain. It is what the readers were counting on when they willingly shelled out their precious thirty-five bucks. It is what we as writers aim to deliver so as not to disappoint. Can I put it any more succinctly than that?

If you are writer and your aim is to heighten social awareness and you decide take TR as an avenue (since unarguably it is being read by a better number of the reading public), you must be prepared to write within the confines of the genre's "box" whilst putting your point across.

I know of others who have tried particularly during the onset of genre in the early nineties. Unfortunately, they did not succeed to "stand out like a banned book the masses can call their own" as the Bibliophile Stalker so colorfully puts it.

Again, here we are back with the why. To reiterate, readers of the genre expect to be entertained. They expect to escape from the all too harsh reality. They expect to be transported to a make believe world where everything ends happily ever after. A world where each hero gets the price of love everlasting at each end, and so on and so forth.

Such being the case, is it any wonder why readers bent on diversion would turn a blind eye on the underlying social theme (subtly or not so subtly) meshed in with the story?

apparently it's not over yet

argh! the temperature's back up again. i really thought the weather's gonna be blissfully cool now with the onset of the rainy season. well i guess i thought wrong. the rainy season went kaput on us again. according to BBC weather, today we were at a high of 33C. *wipes sweat*

that's not the worst part. get ready for this, tomorrow's forecast is a stagerring 37C!! that's more than our normal body temperature ladies and gents. so don't be surprised if you feel slightly feverish tomorrow... the temp next summer season would be much, much higher or so experts say. whopee, i can't hardly wait.

speaking of seasons, uaap season will begin again next month. whopee! i cant hardly wait! (note: im not being sarcastic this time) tentative date for the opening is july 7.

i've never really been a fan of basketball before, only just recently. watching college ball has been my guilty pleasure for the most part of the last quarter (in basketball lingo, last kanto) of last year. thus, the reason why the series im working on right now is the way it is.

of course i'll be rooting for my alma mater. who else would i root for? i'm a bit worried though. i hear the archers are hell bent on coming back from their suspension with a vengeance. i saw a rerun of their fil-oil game against mapua yesterday and although im no expert, i think they're really pretty tight. i wonder how duncil, jervy, ababou, taylor, and the rest of the españa boys would match up against maierhoffer, batricevic, ilad, and the rest of the crew from taft

tenterhooks

the reason why i'm blabbing again is because i'm stressing over how the manuscript I submitted last tuesday faired. i'll find out for sure tomorrow *crosses fingers*

disclaimer: i am not a cat person

The reason why I wasn't paying full attention to Sukob (see previous post) is because of this...



I saw him (or her) for the first time the other day while I was out taking B for a walk. It had just rained and he was soaking wet and meowing like crazy by the dumpster. Pathetic little creature. I felt sorry for him but that was as far as it goes.

And then yesterday, I saw him again. This time, I noticed that just a few feet away from him was a dead kitten. They obviously came from the same litter because they were of the same age and their colors were the same. Beside the dead kitty was a sack. I guess you can pretty much imagine what's inside that sack. But yet again, I turned a blind eye and resisted the urge to take him home. Heartless me.

Finally, this morning I saw him once more. No, not by the dumpster 400 meters (give or take) away but just two houses from ours this time. It took a while for my humanity to kick in but bottom line is, it did. And so here I am hand rearing this irritatingly noisy little kitty. My plan is to help him out until he can fend for his own. Give him a fighting chance so to speak.

Truth, his determination to live astounds me. Think about it, a helpless little kitty with eyes not quite open yet; going three days (possibly more) without food or water and being exposed to the elements to boot. Amazing, really.