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Whistling Neruda

Tonight, I may have woven the saddest lines like Pablo Neruda, but silhouettes stretching well into the starry skies, the ethereal sheen encompassing the expanse and the black juxtaposing blue make my nostalgia all the more bearable.

Hiatus

I am still in my blog vacation. We are still embroiled in trying times and I feel I should not escape here. I promise to give comprehensive accounts of what we're going through and how do we manage to survive. Because:

Xoxo

Ryan

Doomsday Cometh in Inkblots

Today is January 1, 2012. The first day of the much hyped, much feared, much laughed about year. It teems with endless possibilities. It starts the slow tango to the pre-destined doomsday inscribed from an ancient, impossibly dusty Mayan calendar. According to a scientific report on The National Geographic, the date falls on the 21st day of December, as this is sign of an end of a long count calendar. Yes, that's about the shortest day of the year, just few days before Christmas. I can't imagine walking in the streets, while the stars fall from the sky, balancing your grocery on one hand, and the Big Dipper on another. Scary, right? It falls on the Winter Solstice, which is  highfalutin to my uncultured, unbridled existence. ( I provided the link to you, humorless ones)

The rounding of the Earth Ala Winter Equinox

As a fab person who is always on the go, who minds other businesses even if an existing one is still in the works ( ie. Cleaning my too cluttered room, but upon seeing my current read atop my table, would vacate the messes and muse over its deus ex machina, uncalled for, heavens!), I need a lot of things to accomplish before the fated date. 

First off, this blog. My only source of happiness after a nasty break up with a monster. If I sounded too harsh, well, blaming me is the least thing you should do. I hope before the ground cracks open to swallow the entire humankind whole, I kind of, at least, have a hundred followers. I have only one for the  meantime, and she's extremely great and extremely lucky.

                                        

TheHeartIsALonelyHuntress

My oh-so-humble blog title.

Second, before the Earth spins the other way, I hope all my printed efforts will be printed effortlessly. I passed one for YoungBlood- the sneering PDI's column written by and large by entities, aged 20 above. I am still in the age bracket but the editors didn't find my article good enough for their national publication. I also have one for My Favorite Book in Philippine Star. One loyal friend said, it's the best book review she ever read and I preened like the cat who swallowed the canary. If it wins, I hope it does, I will send my friend a lithograph copy, printed in 100% acid-free paper, with my in demand scrawl.

 For the review,read  here.

and the travelogue, here

Third, if stars do align themselves and this year is my luckiest year (  Rabbit sign, enlighten me), I would try to pass one of my short stories for Palanca. Yes, The Palanca. I am under the impression that when you dream, dream big and when it fails, well, it fails. 

My story is here

You will notice that it is the craft of writing that I am so most concerned about. If I have all the resources and the guts and the medullas, I would want to take, at least, short courses in Creative Writing at UP, because my good friend Kookie, who is UP educated herself, told me that when I have the certificate, I would be more determined, more fierce, more passionate about my writing.

 I am determined, fierce and passionate about my writing today.

 And the Bible said, Thy will be done.

Who cares if all the predictions about the impending gloom are saturated with fat, or grilled medium rare. It is a call for humanity to start spreading sunshine, even if the world is suffused in piercing darkness.

( image from sunshineinajar.com)

Xoxo

Ryan