Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Mortal sin

The worst of all is indifference.
I would rather have you be mad at me, hate me and curse my name. 
But to not even bother or care, suddenly, I was trapped in a cruel game.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Hold my breath

The person you love the most in the world is The One you think of, 
when singing your favorite love song on the karaoke machine.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tattoo love

Thinking about love is like thinking about a tattoo.
You've considered it, dreamt about it. You want it.
Yet it can take years to find what fits. But when it suddenly hits you, it just feels right to jump. 

Choosing true love is like choosing your tattoo.
You are afraid and hesitant until the moment you finally make up your mind about it.
But then, you let your heart open and wish for the very best.

Finding your true love is like getting your tattoo.
At first, you might go through a rough patch: make faces, cry and bleed.
But you suck it all in and know it was worth it at the end. 

Seeing your one true love everyday is like seeing your beautiful tattoo.
Everyday, and until your last breath,
It changes you: becoming a part of you, truthfully defining you. 

Loving your love is loving your tattoo. You cannot live without,  
And you ask yourself: Who was I before I had you?

Friday, December 18, 2009

Around the wo/r/d

Similar thoughts go through my head every time I set foot in a bookstore. I get a little more excited when I glance over to the New Releases. I am always curious to discover which books made it to the Recommended shelf this time around; and as I stroll around the store, whether I make a stop at the nonfiction section or am searching for a particular novel, history book or magazine, my body experiences a familiar and endearing sensation yet again. Once more, I am reminded how much I like being here, and it stirs up the idea of how much I want to stay here.

Bookstores are one of the happiest and safest places for someone like me. Writing makes my heart beat, ergo, I enjoy reading just as much. I love the fact that I can spend hours in a bookstore and have the impression that only a few minutes went by. I get smitten with the smell of paper, with no surprise there that the smell of much older books are doubtlessly the best. Above all, it is always a tremendous feeling to lose myself in their words: the brilliant works of such gifted writers. Imagination has no limit. You can be sent to a whole new world in an instant. You see and dream about places you have never even been to. You get to know and analyze characters, fall in love or identify yourself with them. Finally, you broaden your vision by staying informed and up-to-date. It is then no wonder that some masterpieces have moved people in ways that, ironically enough, are really inexplicable. Some might call that love, don't they?

Once again, being in a bookstore fulfills a certain desire for me: I am reminded how much I like being here -- in the long corridors between these bookshelves. More importantly, it stirs up the idea of how much I want to stay here -- the dream of having one of my works placed right there on the shelf. Authors of all kinds inspire me and I thrive on the challenge to make a bookstore my home one day. One bright day.

Luckily enough, that day might not be this big, distant, impossible dream anymore. Indeed, I had the chance to have a little glimpse of it and I pride myself on the fact that I have made it on one of the shelves. I have been working as an editorial assistant for a publishing house for two months now and the sight of the magazine I worked on in the bookstore made me cry of joy. Literally. Pun intended. Yesterday was definitely One Bright Day. I never believed it to be possible, although this thought has followed me for as long as I can remember. One of the big plans I have for myself is to break into the publishing world and despite the fact that I am obviously but a baby crawling in the business, I take pride in my contribution and got to understand that making dreams come true is reachable. You start from you start, and you go from there. Having tasted it -- and it is sweet -- all I know is that I will continue being around words until my last breath and I will work hard to get one of my works stay on the bookshelf. I imagine making it to the New Releases; I am even crazy enough to aim for the Recommended section. "Write your own story. Create your own pen." God knows I hope to have other bright days ahead.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

"Put your head on my shoulder..."

In this day and age, it is nearly impossible to spend a whole day without hearing or saying the word facebook at least once. Expressions such as "Add me on facebook!", "I'll post it on facebook" or "Have you seen the latest pictures on facebook?" have become regulars in our vocabulary. To say the least, not only do we use that term commonly now but consequently, we can honestly say that facebook has pretty much infiltrated (all) other parts of our lives as well when it comes to "connect and share with the people in [y]our life". And rightfully so: thanks to this engine, we will not forget a birthday ever again. We needn't bother getting personal with our family and friends -- whether they live next door or on the other side of the world -- because they just need to click on our recently added photos to check how that holiday went. We can tell the universe our exact plans for today or the upcoming months by updating our status. We can even find out what X and Y are up to -- even without asking them -- just by going on their profile. And so and so forth, these are only a few of the endless privileges that facebook has to offer.

Without doubt, this profile site has made things so much easier for us. There have been similar websites beforehand such as friendster and hi5; but nothing caused quite the stir like facebook. It became more popular maybe because, among the already mentioned advantages, we also operate through facebook to create events, promote other websites, spread the news and debate about it; or to kill time with games and applications. More importantly, we might also regard facebook as one of the revolutions of the 21st century since people of all ages and backgrounds make the most of this service and Internet will never quite be the same without it anymore. In the end, we can conclude that its impact is clearly monumental. No one understands this better than someone who decided not to have an account.

[Oops... What just happened right there?]

Why brag about facebook as if it were the best thing that moved the world? Why speak of it highly when I, myself, do not really like the concept and its influence? Do not get me wrong, I had a facebook profile because everyone is on it and everyone told me I should get one. It was fun while it lasted, I do not deny it, but the reason why I deleted it is because, matter-of-factly, it is specifically for all the reasons above. Facebook is still a term that is used day-to-day in my life, but it has now shifted to "Why did you delete your facebook?" or "How come you do not have facebook?" I keep on repeating: NO! It is not because I want to avoid a boy and NO! It is not because I do not want to share my life with others. But reality is, even how much communication got more simple and effective through facebook, I still reckon that kind of communication and exposure to be impersonal, tacky and just plain superficial: people depend on it too much, wrongfully so, in order for them to stay connected to others.

Once again, I very much agree on the fact that it has great advantages: everything was made more accessible in the twinkling of an eye with facebook. Yet not having an account made me realize what is in my reach and what remains real in this fast-paced and 'virtual world'-oriented society. I am certain that I am missing out on a lot of things by erasing my account, but I also know what I am not missing: the number of people greeting me on my birthday has decreased but the right ones still remember, I would rather share my vacation with those who really wish to know how it went instead of announcing it; I prefer to call, write a personal message or meet up to tell my friends and loved-ones what I am up to exactly. Finally, I want to ask about their whereabouts by asking them directly.

Internet is a fantastic invention and it is true that I can be found on other websites that I visit on a daily basis. These are pages which, in my opinion, reflect my personality better and answer to specific interests. But concerning the core of connecting with people, which is the main purpose of the said site, I believe I have not lost touch with the world by not being on facebook. I cannot help but wonder: when did it become weird not to be on it? How many of us have connected again with old classmates and old flames, friends and family through facebook? But how many of us know them all and truthfully stay in touch with them? Aren't some of these friends just... faces? This is not a rant or criticizing how the people who depend on facebook have turned out negligent, but I think it is still pretty awesome to give communication (with those who matter) a more personal and intimate touch. It is a little reminder that it is not because it became so easy nowadays that we do not need to go the extra mile to keep in touch anymore. Always do, and always appreciated. Until the end of time, with new technology and all, communication should never be served on a silver platter.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Enemy of the state /of mind/

Sometimes, the only one looking at it as a weakness is you... and you alone.