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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 January 2011

Farewell!

Hey whoever is reading this blog.. I have decided to move to tumblr.com.,, for now.. As I have experienced the difference between blogging here and blogging there. Granted, tumblr lacks many widgets and other functions that I like about blogspot.,, but for the most part I feel like tumblr suits me more now.

I will definitely miss blogging here. For 2010, this has become a sort of sanctuary and I have really liked a good number of my posts on here. But I just don't feel like I will keep liking writing here..

So goodbye (for now) I guess :D BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop

Monday, 27 September 2010

Ty and Jase

"Why do you get like that, Ty? Why?" Jason asked his twin harshly, furious with the most recent stunt Tyson had pulled. Again. After over again. It's like begging for a death wish, he thought. Playing games with the wires of destiny the way he does.

Carefully inhaling his Cuban cigar, Tyson gave him a cursory glance before turning his gaze outside, past the the floor-to-ceiling panelled windows to the beautiful english garden their mother had designed. Their deceased mother. Thanks to a jug of vicodin and some kegfuls of irish whisky. And let's not forget the stress pills - 'happy pills' - as their youngest brother Aaron likes to call it.

Naive kid.

"Well? Aren't you going to bother answering me?" Jason barked, eyebrows drawn in in anger.

Tyson switched his gaze to the ends of his cigar, twirling the insanely expensive commodity between his fingers slowly, marvelling the mix of dead colours. Dead, much like people he knew. Even Jase, perhaps? He smirked. Not literally. He took a long torturous breath before responding.

"What do you want me to say, Jase? You've been able to second-guess me since before we could both walk. What's stopping you now?" He said in a bored voice, taking another sweep of his cigar as he looked out the window again. He didn't see Jason looking at him incredulously.

Jason couldn't remember the last time he felt so out of place. He could hardly believe this was the same person who taught him how to shoot the basketball so that it landed always into the hoop when they were six. What the hell had happened to his brother? "What's stopping me? What's stopping me?" he shrieked.

In that moment, the insanity of what was happening struck him hard. And he laughed. Uproariously. Bitterly, until Tyson finally registered that his perpetually-composed brother, had seemed to crack.

"You know what you are Ty? You're like Two-Face in Batman. Manipulative as fuck. And worse, you like it," Jason spat bitterly.

*** unfinished...we'll see where this goes I guess.

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Line Your Traffic Lights Proper, and Keep 'Em Straight Up

Setting out priorities is a challenge to many. I myself have had trouble setting my priorities, or even not the point of setting them out yet, but merely identifying what they are (or what they should be).

It all of course, comes with the territory of being an adult. Of coming of age. Of...simply put: growing older. Given the choice, obviously it's not something any of us would purposefully do. So we prioritize (or try to), for no other reason than we must.

The problem is, keeping your gaze focused on your target is not a piece of cake, and even more not so when you have one, two, three, ten, twenty, a hundred, a thousand, and so on (you get the picture) of other voices whispering in your ear - tripping you; questioning you; questioning you that you question yourself; questioning you that you end up...lost.

But the wrong does not lie with the question. No. It lies, in fact, in the unfortunate situation that you find yourself in: feeling that you have to question yourself. Feeling that you are incapable of making a decision, without a second opinion, if only to convince you that you are not making a mistake, if only to ensure your mind's peace that you won't be regretting what you come to decide today. This is wrong, because you weaken yourself by doing so.

No one's asking me - but this blog is mine so I am free to write whatever I think. And what I think, is that one should have the ability to decide freely. One should have the ability to see, without rose-coloured glasses obstructing the truthfully bleak view. One should have the bravery, the courage, the nerve, to put all other considerations aside - be it political, emotional, personal, religious, social - and take a dive into the truth.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Sometimes the Push Weighs Heavy to the Pull

Practicing law isn't easy. Many of course, know this as fact. I myself, had never once challenged its truthfulness. But - it is again one of those things in life that unless you personally experience it, you won't truly understand exactly what it means. Or, for a better explanation - you won't truly get what it entails, involves, and requires.

Since I graduated from law school almost two years ago, I had a vague idea about what particular aspect of law I wanted to practice in - if I ended up practicing at all. There is a caveat at that last sentence there, because as you can see from the contents of this blog, my most cardinal passion is writing. Period.

Writing what, you may ask.

Well, I wish I could tell you that I have a passion for writing popular essays, scientific papers, and other academic-related work which people would more readily respect and give up their hands in applaud. Because they would think that is a more worthy...vocation.

But, that is not my passion.

My passion is in writing romance, fantasy, mystical/mythical stories, poems, lyrics, that reflect human interaction - but not the supposedly more 'intellectual" side as I mentioned earlier. And the reason is because those subjects, make me smile. Make my heart go pitter-patter.

To write about the other seemingly impressive issues - or mundane, in my view, is stressful, painful, and gives me a ton of headache. The world, as I see it, has gone completely effed-up, and to immerse myself in it, gives me no pleasure.

Of course here you can say that I am a selfish person. Selfish because my position seem to characterize myself as being apathetic, and imply that I care for no one but myself.

And clearly, I have no way of convincing you of anything - but I assure you, I actually care a lot.
It is simply that - I also have no care to prove to people that I care, most especially, by me doing anything.

But during the last several years of my life, I have been entrusted with many a situation which forces me to question back my passions in life, and what I really want to do in, and with, my life.
I have been told, and I am very much aware and humbled, that I have been blessed with certain gifts, that it is a waste if I don't use those gifts for "humanity".

The difficulty is, I get that. I really do.

So coming back to my practicing law for a very, very, brief period of time - recently I have been tasked to do more "desk work": corporate stuff.

Which, to my not-so-surprised brain, have left me with an almost rigid certainty that I am not cut out for this type of work.

I much, much, prefer disputes.

Going through drafts after drafts of term-sheets and contracts, is both tedious, laborious, and frustrating. I must have mentioned it at least twenty times by now: I do not think I am cut out to be a corporate lawyer.

And here now, comes the question: why don't I do something else, or just concentrate on disputes?

The obvious answer is: lawyers cannot always choose their work.

Especially, when you are just starting out at the bottom of the pyramid, like me.
You get assigned a certain task, you are told what to do if you are lucky (and often the case is that you are not told), and you are expected to do it well.

In fact, even when you become a partner, you cannot always choose your work, because of the economy situation and interests and impacts which may come back to haunt you in the future. Because sadly for disputes (if you choose to be strict in what you choose, i.e. you want to do disputes and nothing else), they can or cannot be there! It all depends on how the parties choose to behave. If they get along and all are happy lovey-dovey, then it is bye-bye work and money. If not, then "all hail the evilness" and you then go dive in to, essentially, save the day.

And every single day I continually ask myself: am I doing the right thing? Am I at the right place? Or am I wasting time?

This will be the first time I mention it, but I am currently twenty-three, soon-to-be twenty-four in a couple of months.

I know no one knows how long they are going to live, but I happen to believe that its precisely because you don't know, that you need to make sure you get the most out of it, by doing what you love, what you enjoy most, and fuck all other people's expectations.

So I am definitely swimming in murky waters as of the moment, which I pray will clear up soon (read: which I pray I will be able to clear up soon).

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

He finds it painful to breathe

He stared at her with his lips just the slightest bit open, his gaze full of uncertainty and confusion. She who continually spins his world around, she who makes him fight for words, she who makes everything in his universe a nonsense. She whom he can't stop thinking of, whose wry grins and smirks fill his every bare moment - who makes it excruciatingly painful to breathe. She who stole his heart with that beautiful, sunny smile.

But that smile is nowhere to be seen on her face right now. When was the last time he had seen it? He can't recall. And he hated not knowing why.



*** random writing off of my head. I may explore this later - don't know yet for now.