Some of my magazine contributions and newspaper articles/press releases from when I was still working as a copywriter for a PR/Advertising agency and when I was just starting out as a freelance writer.
Sorsogon Chronicles Part 1
Snorkeling isn’t for the stupid.
I learned that the hard way.
“You have to relax. Don’t panic. Relax, you’re gonna be fine. Don’t panic, don’t panic. Dammit, bitch! Don’t panic!”
That’s what I kept telling myself over and over as I struggled to stay afloat and to reel in the life vest that was now drifting farther and farther away from me. Just seconds earlier, I was underwater, marveling at the vibrant marine life a few meters off the shore of Subic Beach in Matnog, Sorsogon. It was only my second time to go snorkeling, and it was beginning to look like it would be my last.
Twenty-Ninth Year
Perhaps, I should start with a warning or two. This is going to be impossibly long, and unless you’ve been following my life closely (though I don’t see why you would, hehe), or you’re someone who knows me rather well in real life, I doubt this entry would make that much of a sense.
It’s been exactly one month since my twenty-ninth birthday. I would like to say that I’m posting this tonight on purpose, but the truth is, I’ve only realized what day it was just minutes before I started writing this. Although, I can tell you that I really have been meaning to write a birthday post primarily because if I could only have one birthday, one year to remember for the rest of my life, this would be it.
November So Far
Birthday party (photo courtesy of Sher) with tons of laughter, dinner with college friends and wedding talk, and family time over Thai food (which you can’t see because it was gone in a second).
Three Zombies
I have an almost unhealthy fixation for the undead. As in zombies. It’s actually kind of ironic because I’m the biggest sissy in the planet when it comes to all things bloody and gory. But there’s just something about the blood-curdling undead that I find very entertaining and fascinating.
Some fans and critics often say that the genre is an allegory of consumerism, of our insatiable desires, and of social disintegration. That may be true, especially if you take into consideration that George A. Romero’s works, which many credit for bringing the genre to the forefront and doing so in such a fantastically cinematic way, are also ripe with social commentary. In my case, the fascination, I guess, lies in these movies’ ability to make me contemplate just what it means to be a person, to be human. When stripped of everything that has come to define our civilized existence, will survival be everything that matters? Would you still want to be alive in a world where all you’re really good for is a zombie’s brunch?
Knapsack Narratives 