Scribbles of the mind

This is what they mean when they say "1/2 horsepower"! hehe

Writing
is not just about “to write”, but to believe in being a writer  yourself.  More often than not, the biggest obstacle for
new writers is that they don’t think of themselves as writers. They have the difficulty developing the
belief that they are writers and yet it is something that they have to do. When a new writer haven’t developed that belief,
that conviction, it becomes a headwater of havoc or sabotage – he doesn’t give
importance to his own work enough to give it time and space it needs.

If
you want to become a writer, it is given that you have a strong desire or at
least you have the inclination to write. You know that there is something to say but don’t know how to say it or
in what form to express it whether to write it in poetry, essay, novel, etc. Whatever it is, just write something and when
you do just make sure that you put your heart in it. It doesn’t need to be perfect, it doesn’t
have to be neat. It does have to be
expressive. In this way, your readers
could clearly understand what you wanted to say.

In
writing, you always have to consider your readers. It means, you have to show them what you have
written. It may be a friend, a family
member or someone from work. Showing your work to others is a bit hard on your
part. You have these qualms on how the
readers would react to what you had to say. Pay attention to your reader, observe their emotions, did they cry,
laugh or get angry? If so, you just hit
the jackpot! It means you have an effect
with your writing. It is worth something
and that you just have to keep going and improve along the way.

There
was this certain writer who said “I don’t know if my work is any good. I just know that when people read it, they
cry”. You can’t get a message any
clearer than that. Therefore, when you
want to write, just believe in yourself, write something and put your heart in
it.

There
is a certain commercial on the television which upholds the power of
women. It showed women of different
walks of life, who excelled in their chosen sports. Not to mention a very physical sports. They say that these women are the new
generation of effeminacy. Strong-willed
women, empowering, and yet are able to maintain a sense of fragility.

Over
the years, women become more ardent, and more confident. Gone are those second class status women, who
used to be a follower, a side buddy to her man. Nowadays they are equally competitive and equally capable to almost
everything as compared to men in general. They excel in activities mostly participated only by men years ago. In sports, career, hobbies, and a lot more,
women thrive in these areas.  There has
been a lot of recognized female personalities worldwide, be it any achievement
or a just a simple kind deed done zealously. They are more visible now than they were before, doing what they do with
a woman’s touch. Women indeed made their
way to fame, recognition and appreciation they deserve. Cheers to femininity!

"Pawn" is often taken to mean "one who is easily manipulated" or "one who is sacrificed for a larger purpose."

No
matter what their status in the society, and no matter how wounded they
can get, they willfully get up and stand firm…ever ready to defend
and uphold the so called "larger purpose".

Topic of the week is a contest among bloggers at one of my blog sites. For this week this the topic and what I have to say.

"If one day, your important half and your mother both fell into the sea at the same time, who will you save first?"

So, the question simply asks who will I save first.  I would assume that I can save them both. 

It’s a case to case basis really:

1. If both of them know how to swim, it wouldnt matter whom I’m going to save first.

2. If one doesn’t know how to swim, I’d save that person first.

3.
If both doesn’t know how to, I’d be in a dilemma.  Maybe I’d be saving
first that one nearer to me.  Then try to come back as soon as possible.

P.s.

Reality
check, my partner is a guy so I expect him to be man enough to save
himself!  I know my mom doesn’t know how to swim well, so I guess I’d
be saving my mom first after all

I just copied the
title to Borlette’s comment to one of my blogs.  Borlette, or Lette as
we fondly call her, was trying to say what I am to her.  In her words,
she called me a "gem".  According to my bestfriend Merriam-Webster, a
gem is a highly prized or well-beloved person, if you’re relating to
one.  Knowing what she had to say  made me feel so lucky to have a
friend like her.  She’s been so real towards me all along, despite the
proximity and the distance we still managed to maintain a mutual
friendly relationship.  We are actually worlds apart, she’s currently
living in Belgium with her loving husband and I’m here in the not so
laid back queen city of the south, Cebu.  Exchanging messages from our
online forum and sometimes a whacky voice chat over the net.  I haven’t
actually met her in person yet, but it feels like having her since time
immemorial.  I’m not really sure why we managed to grow a simple and
yet real friendship.  One thing could be, transparency.  We don’t put a
facade toward each other.  We share problems with families, friends,
and ordinary things that spice up our daily existence. 

People
doesn’t really need to put much pressure on how a relationship can
work.  We just have to be palpable,  in this case others would know to
deal with you. 

I
know, it’s hard to find real people.  As Alanis would put it: "it’s
like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife".  Ironic as it
may seem, but that’s reality.  And if you ever find a gem, regardless
of how you found it, treasure it.  For they come not in a bagful, but
in a single piece of a needle in a haystack.

Ah,
surprises!  How many people do you know love surprises?  Do you like
surprises too?  If you’d ask me, I dunno.  I mean, it’s not that I
don’t like surprises or much less hate ‘em.  It’s just that I can’t
stand the thrill brought by a surprise.  More often than not, I tend to
pester someone just to squeeze out the surprise intended for me.  I
really don’t know why I can’t stand waiting, maybe I have less patience
to start with!

I just came home from
the mall, to get some grocery items.  Before I could get to the
supermarket, I was roamimg around to check some things in the
department store.  After some time, I didn’t realize my feet brought me
to the infants’ section of the store.  Checking baby thingies, tiny
clothes and cute and colorful feeding bottles.  I had a great time
checking on things for I love children, with the thought of having one
of my own.  There was this stand of infants’ socks that caught my
attention, so I immediately looked at them (touched ‘em even).  While I
was at it, the sales girl approached me and asked "for how old (baby)
ma’am?".  I was taken aback (of course I don’t have one yet!), and I
couldn’t say a word.  It got worse when she looked down at my tummy to
check if I was pregnant!  Haha!  I was dumbfounded and just muttered
"Err, I’m just lookin’ miss", with me smirking obviously! Haha!  I
immediately trudged awkwardly away from the sale girl.  Whew!

Well,
that’s some haps that spiced up my usual boring afternoon.  If you
would ask me, yes I wanna have a child of my own at my age.  I would
say, a baby and a loving husband…makes sense to me!