Friday, June 29, 2012

Weekly Roaming with a Vantage Point: Volume 6

I should really change the title of this bit. It shouldn't be "weekly" since I'm not updating this blog on a weekly basis. I should call it The Sporadic Attempts to Capture. Waddayasay?

Moving on...

The photos in this blog are the ones I took during our Ilocos trip and IRRI escapade. Just a lot of fun under the sun. If anyone is wondering, I'm not using any high-tech camera. I'm just using my cellphone. It has a good 5mp camera and adjustable settings at any lightning and location. The casing is broken and I have scotch taped it so that it won't fall off but it still works.

Anyways, here we go...

ILOCOS TRIP

Prayers

Dome






A Picture of Heaven

Girl with a Jar








For every tear you shed there will be victory.

Waiting

Papa and Mama

IRRI ESCAPADE

Hitchhiker

Signal Light

Love Trail

Crossing

When Fire and Ice

Tipsy

I forgot one photo to add here. Maybe I'll just add it with the next entry. Until next time...


The Most Elaborated Ruse in All Mankind


I think writing, aside from conveying a message and/or a story and of course putting in your own style and also telling in the truth (which rarely happens, more often than not the truth is expanded to this elaborated ruse just to keep people at the edge of their seats), is something spontaneous and true. In classrooms, it is mandatory that students write to pass levels. They need to write an essay during an exam if the test paper urges so, a reaction paper with a certain deadline or a laboratory report at the end of each lab class. All these with preempted answers. (But of course the students don't know that.) Whatever it maybe, formal or informal, scientific or artistic, the writer should not feel pushed into writing. The urge to write should just come naturally. And not just naturally but because it is true. That I think is why there are no aptitude exams on becoming a writer. Unlike chemists or engineers, mostly people from the scientific community, lawyers, architects, non-medical doctors (they're still doctors), there is no label for writers because simply you can't be a writer. 

You write a name on a paper, a random name. does that make you a writer?

You write a best-selling novel that creates a generation of fanfics of the same caliber and fangirls dying to watch the movie version. Your sales are off the roof. Does that make you a writer?

There's so many questions. There's many justifications but still, no unifying simplified truth.

How does one become a writer?

So let's go back to writing. I think writing should be taught not just so a student can pass or so that some can say that he/she can write. It should be so that the person has a truth he/she wants to share - a helpful contribution. It should inspire and spawn a breed of other truths, truths that are not afraid of the universe's dogma on almost everything. Bold truths. Truths not often heard. And please, let us not 9gag about this. Humor can compensate for many awkward events but let us not hide from it to shadow the truth. We have something for that - ignorance. Ignorance is the mother of all that that generate hate - racism, gender bias, anarchy, poverty and so many more. And another sad truth about that is there are manifestos that support these schools of thought. They all used writing to empower these issues which I cannot help but point that there are certain truths about them but somehow twisted in a way that these things happen because it is simply the way to be. 

The way to be. Why can't anyone think, even just for a minute, that things come to be because of their will to make it that way? Why can't they choose not to be that way? If they don't want it that way, change. Don't stay and settle. Be productive. As they say, "Be the change you want to be." 

And then we do that.  We write. We create new manifestos. We try and do good by our neighbors. We all try and change and suddenly, we are stepping on each other's toes. And we realize a whole new group of truths. And then we settle because we know that anywhere we look there is nothing to save us from this chaos. This mess we call life. This beautiful mess that we constantly thrive and breathe in.

And we start making no sense again. Looking aimlessly at the horizon like the monotonic blinking of the cursor on the computer monitor. Stuck again. 

And so we go back to writing, for that is the only way to be. 

Truth: There is no unifying truth. Just chaos.   

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Doomed

I have been in a stand still...well, not me, but my works have been on a stand still for two weeks now.

TWO WEEKS!

And what's funny is that I only have one course subject left. ONE. Talk about being stuck. And I'm already finished with my thesis! FINISHED! I'm getting irritated by my own words. Anyways...

I need to get my drive back somehow. I have been on a Criminal Minds marathon and instead of getting material, I'm getting addicted. I know. It's not good. Maybe that's the reason why I'm in a stand still... I mean my work.

Hmmm...

I should get serious again. I need to get my scheduley-uptight-no-humor alter ego back. She's damn as boring alright but she can get things done. Because I need to get my sh*t done. I have a deadline. June 30. Two essays. One is partially done and the other not at all. Oh please, god of creativity and inspiration please enlighten me for I am gone and loss.

But to be honest, I don't feel horrible at all. I do feel miserable at some level but not THAT miserable. (You get it?) I think this has got to do with ... of course, Criminal Minds. I like the way they analyze their suspects and the way each character on the show can somehow related to the criminals. Makes you think that anyone can be guilty of anything.

But I can't deny. I got a thing for Dr. Reid. Three words. Matthew Gray Gubler. At first, I thought he was just cute and that's why he got into the show. And so, I just brushed him off and said, "Whatevs. He's just a model who got lucky." And then I heard that he went to this fancy university and it got me checking him out on the web.

He is brilliant! The F. He did all these things and he was Simon in Alvin and the Chipmunks!!! (Yeah, out of all his accolades that's the one I choose to remember. Good job me!) But what really caught my attention was his artworks. I always envied that kind of art - the one that does not follow strict lines or color congruity and what not. I am an aspiring illustrator and lines and color mean that there are specifics to accomplish some effects like in comic books or graphic novels. Certain styles are needed to master to fully achieve that life-like feel. But his artworks were different. He did not rely on the straightness of the lines or the matching of the colors. He only relied on what he felt he needed to do. And that is amazing. I can't do that. I always need some sort of guide for me to be able to do anything. Something to help me focus or at least what I want as an outcome. And sometimes that's fun and sometimes, it's not. So when I look at his work, I just feel... exhilarated and frustrated at the same time. I was so frustrated. I even created a Twitter account so I could follow him and ask him some bizarre question. I think I just totally creeped him out. I hope he doesn't think I'm a stalker. I'm not. I promise. I was just curious.

Anyways, I hope he answers. But if he doesn't then it's okay I guess. I really need to get things done. Until next time...