moved my written works to another blog

revived an old one, actually:

enuhskiwritings.blogspot.com


please feel free to drop by and check it out! :)

a 2 am poem, still untitled

the night is weary a broken lover is a poet, is made of glass, fragile but forged in fire. she says farewell to him, it's a parting that begs for redemption. he remembers her words, turns them over and over in his hands, like a childhood toy discarded and remembered, he needs to keep himself busy now. heartbreak to him, is habit-forming. [for a friend and sis]

"I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarrass easily." -Michael Jackson

"Well, you don't get to do things that other children get to do, having friends and slumber parties and buddies. There were none of that for me. I didn't have friends when I was little. My brothers were my friends."

"If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with. "

*****

Michael Jackson's controversial and highly publicized private life is now put to rest, together with a genuine musical legend.

People are out in the streets in a belated attempt to relive his glorious music, just remembering what it was like growing up, dancing to "Beat It" or "Billie Jean."

We all loved his music.

In 1959, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. The Big Bopper Richardson. Don McLean called it, "The Day The Music Died."

When I learned about Michael's untimely death, it felt like an era died with him.

Farewell Michael Jackson. People are out in the streets, doing their utmost to remember you and your wonderful musical legacy.

a little discipline, a little routine

in coming up with a children's story, i decided to follow the advice of this nice and attractive how-to book i picked up in the CAL lib. i initially breezed through the first 80-100 pages but opted to stop since i was getting way ahead of myself.

i'm trying to focus on coming up with a plot at present. one problem i'm having is that the moment our professor announced the requirement, an old idea immediately came up and i think my fixation with realizing that particular storyline is blocking any other attempts to conceptualize simply because it's the one i want.

i'm starting very slowly on a skeletal structure for the plot. every night, i make it point to write down something, anything, related to the story i'm coming up with, including self-imposed writing exercises. so far i think it's working. :)

i made it!

i anticipate a new chapter in my life before the year ends or maybe at the start next year. there's quite a long process to go through - my psych exam is two weeks from now, and a couple of more months of waiting to find out if my appointment will come in by december or january.

i am torn between my attempt at reconnecting with writing - it looks as though i will have to give up my MA CW if i am to start full-time at the dfa for my cadetship next year (assuming there's no hitch with respect to my appointment, etc.).

anyway, there's still a lot to be done.

i have a few months left to live it up! :)