We Love... Zee Avi

I'm a sucker for daunting sound, beautiful lyrics, and a good story. Which is why I'm so much in love with Zee Avi. This girl is amazing with a capital A. Minnie, wish I could watch her concert with you.

Boom-Sha-Clack-Clack

What is this all about?

Settle down, please don't yell or shout

The landlord he lives downstairs

We'll get evicted

Please don't be too loud

You say I'm passive-aggressive

How can I not be?

When you're always talking at me

You say I'm unresponsive 

And here you are

Talking over me

You make me wanna throw this shoe

Right through that concrete wall

Maybe you should pack your things 

If it's that dreadful

Then just leave it all

Don't wanna keep on sharing my bed 

With someone that I have to love less and less

Every time I try to make you smile

You say that I'm being a child

Well I tried my best

You say that I need therapy

Well, my darling, so do you

Don't need for you to tell me

What is wrong in all I say or do

Please don't try to throw this shoe 

Right through that concrete wall

Maybe you should pack your things

If it's that dreadful

Then just leave it all

Listen to that Boom-Sha-Clack-Clack sound and tell me you don't get shudders.

Cheers,
-Bubbalub-

Here's for dreams, big or small

A reminder

For as long as I remember, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Except for a brief period in my childhood during which I had the usual children’s dreams - being a teacher, being an astronaut, being a president, being a pilot, etc. – that has always been my dream. The kind of writer I want to be, though, has always been changing. When I was little and I loved reading children books, I wanted to write a children book. As I got older and started to acquaint myself with heavy literatures, I wanted to be a poet. When I got into debating and, in extent, politic, I wanted to be a journalist. For a while, that’s what I want to be, a journalist.

An internship and a job at a newspaper later, I found out that I don’t think I can be a journalist. As I become more realistic, I understand that I don’t have the guts to be a journalist. It’s a serious job that requires a lot of courage and discipline and no, I don’t have enough amount of either quality. I love it still, but I can’t be one and still be happy and content. Then, I tried to work at a lifestyle magazine. I liked it to a certain degree, it is still writing, after all, but no, I won’t be doing it for the rest of my life. I don’t give a crap about the kinds of stuff they are covering.

So for a while, I was not sure what kind of writer I want to be. All I know was that I still wanted to be a writer.

Until yesterday.  (Du du dum)

For those of you familiar with the Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini, the latest installment just came out on November 8. The geek that I am, I rushed to the book store, put a reserve on one, and finished the 850 pages in 4 days in between work and workshops and meetings. I’m so proud of myself.

I hadn’t finished a book in a while, and my attention span has gotten shorter and shorter over the years. I was very much doubtful if I could finish it that quickly. My estimation was a month.

I’m going to restrain my opinion about the book because if I start writing about it, this would end up to be a review of the book and I could go on and on and on.

As disappointing the book is (oops, sorry can’t help it) it brought back this dream I’ve always had. I haven’t read a fantasy book since the last Harry Potter book. It turned out that I had forgotten of this burning passion I had for the fantasy genre. Inheritance brought that back. I was again in love with the idea and now that I’m older and I understand what I want, I finally know that that’s what I want to do. I want to be a novelist and I want to start by writing a fantasy novel.

So for the first time in my life, I am sure of the kind of writer I want to be. I am now starting on this book. I have a pretty firm idea of what it is going to be. I am developing the story as I’m writing this.

It’s amazing the change that this enlightenment brought. I am excited again for the first time in a long time. I want to start writing this. I can’t wait to start doing this. I’m ecstatic.

So, wish me luck.

For Christopher Paolini, thank you. Thank you for reminding me why I love the genre so much. From the bottom of my heart, thank  you. 

Cheers,

-Bubbalub-

Being disillusioned is not so bad after all

Doesn't really have anything to do with the post, but damn it, I love this picture.

First of all, I apologize for my long absence. The office cut off my wi-fi.

Now back to our heavy heavy conversation.

Idealism is such a heavy word, isn’t it?

Maybe this convo that we’ve been having is not about idealism after all, because it is such a broad word and, let’s face it, it’s been thrown around quite loosely. So maybe, it’s more about being disillusioned. Disillusionment is an inevitable part of growing up, after all.

I guess Minnie is right. Maybe it is not the death of idealism, rather the process of getting more realistic. Which is not such a bad thing. It keeps you grounded. It makes you see thing as is. And thanks, Minnie, for reminding me that I haven't really given up. I still know what I want. I still know where my line is and I still try not to cross it (just know that my line is very far away). 

That being said, I do want to clarify something. I might have come off like I hate my job in the last post. Quite on the contrary, I love my job. I like what I do, I like the people I work with, and I even like my boss. How many people can say that with a straight face, right?

So after a few weeks of careful consideration, I’ve decided not to kick myself for doing this “un-idealistic” job (let’s pretend that “un-idealistic” is a word). I’ve decided to be proud of myself for landing this job and for now, I’m just gonna enjoy it. However, I know for sure that I’m not gonna stay for long if only because I am NOT a corporate girl. I’ve always known that, and now I’m sure of it. But for now, I'm going to enjoy it and stop whining.  

Now let's move on and start whining about other things.

Cheers,

-Bubbalub-