Wednesday, May 19, 2010

To write or not to write...the question is good?

Everyone is writing. Everyone has a blog. Yet, are we all writers?
After a poor research, writer is defined as:

1. a person engaged in writing books, articles, stories, etc., esp. as an occupation or profession; an author or journalist. (is blog writing considered story telling?)
2. a clerk, scribe, or the like.
3. a person who commits his or her thoughts, ideas, etc., to writing: an expert letter writer. (yes, we are writers by this definition)
4. (in a piece of writing) the author (used as a circumlocution for “I,” “me,” “my,” etc.): The writer wishes to state….
5. a person who writes or is able to write: a writer in script.
6. Stock Exchange . someone who sells options.
7. Scot. a lawyer or solicitor.
(taken from:

Well, by definition number 1, 3, and 5, all who writes are writers. Thus anyone that writes words randomly is considered a writer. Being a writer seems to be so hip today. Sally, a friend of mine pointed that out, that everyone is somehow in a café or food court r somewhere typing on their laptop, expressing themselves. They all have something to say or write about. But not all are privileged with the status as a writer. I guess the question probably is, are you a good writer? Are you significant amongst those who write? Come to think of it, all blog writers are actually stimulating the publishing world. Those that write well would get publish, or for the case of being online, have a lot of readers. Those that write crap, stays crap. I think I am amongst the crap :P

As I once blogged, in my opinion good writers are those that have something to say, something significant, relevant. Well at least that’s my opinion. On that note, I know what I should write about if I ever do, even in the form of a blog. It may not be significant, but it could be relevant. One reason is  I still have a good feeling about it, and that it’s a necessary website. Other reasons, well you’ll probably find out.

How to be a good writer? That’s another challenge. But as I recall from a comment of this blog, you can learn how. The most significant tip I got is, rather than spending time chatting and facebook-ing and browsing or sleeping (darn this!), wanna be writers should just write. And they should always remember, it’s hard work to make it anywhere. I paid my due since I got sick a few days uploading indohoy stuff and getting not enough sleep. But I don’t think that’s enough… d’oh!

But one thing is for sure, every writer that writes honestly and unforced is the best writer. And I've just realized that this applies to myself. And I will try to remind myself of the feeling when writing anything at all. But to think we are all writing… are we all reading?

Talk about reading…

Dear Karen Armstrong,
I’m sorry but your book was eaten by my dog. I guess she was a bit restless about the theme when she saw it on the table one night. She probably read the book and got upset before she ever finished. She has issues. Oh well! Again, I’m sorry. I know there are more of your books published anyways and I’ll read this one till I’m done. I’ll tear it up if I don’t like it in the end. I'm not like Michelle, I don’t judge a book by it’s first few pages.


Monday, May 10, 2010

It's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring...

It's a Tuesday today and it feels like a Sunday. It's been raining since dawn and the rhythm, although still working, is slow. The coffee isn't working. The urge to constantly pee is what is keeping me awake. It's noon and the sky refuses to show any signs of it's buddy, the sun. Clouds are the main star for today.

Everyone is reducing much of their work because of the rain, except for the ones in the office... like me. I need to finish at least 1 report today. Went up to the plant and it's a shut down day. It's a day with a lot to do for Processing and Maintenance. However it seems like a Sunday since a shut down always results in a less audio disturbance up in the plant.

Got my self half wet because I had to cek the area while it was still raining. I love checking the area while it rains. It's environment action at it's best. Getting wet and staying in wet clothes is what I adore least.

At these times I would love to blogwalk for the next entry I'm doing for Indohoy. With jammies on, socks, and my blanket up to my lap. Or read a book. I haven't read one in so long. I haven't even finished the last one having only one chapter left to read. I'm currently reading 'The History of God' slowly, as I usually read anybook. I left it on the gazebo table... Michelle took a read and tore it up. The cover is half eaten and the glossary is  half gone. Considering my last blog... what an irony :)

Friday, May 7, 2010

Michelle Ma Belle

This is Michelle. The dog at my camp. She's the dog taken in by Opa, our so called grandfather of the camp. Opa spoils her roten with love, thus we are all contagious to give the same feeling towards her. She’s awfully cute, especially when she wags her tail. It’s so full of effort.  

After my trip to Nia's place in Callala Bay, and after getting to know Rosie, her dog, I now have a different perception towards these species. Dogs are pretty funny. They’re kinda stupid like cats, but I think cats are just plain silly sometimes. Dogs are way friendly and super active. They give you relatively unconditional love and the obey orders. Thus, has more function.  

Yet they are abandoned from Islam. Well actually we should avoid their saliva since it’s full of impurities that contaminates our holy cleanliness to pray. That does sound a bit heavy… ah well…  It was said since long ago to be avoided. It was a precaution for Moslems so they can avoid the disease that dog spread, such as rabies I suppose.

So why did God make dogs? If there is a purpose, why aren’t moslems allowed to touch their saliva. And even though there are cures for rabies, why is it that moslems are definite to avoid them? If they were no good, why make them in the first place? Are they some kind of key element in this earth, especially knowing that have to evolve to be so loyal to humans. Take Hachiko for instance, all his life he was dedicated to his master even though his master passed away. According to a website I read, referred by Jowjow my literate mate, Akita’s are meant to be active. Once they're bored, they do silly and even destructive stuff. So what is it with dogs and humans that is so forbidden in Islam? There must be some reason.

Maybe it was from a life time worth of religious dogma that resulted in me to a cat person more than a dog lover. Even if I’ve changed my perspective I still can’t unconditionally love dogs even though I would love to try. Anyways, cats are way funny and they can entertain themselves as they like, not necessary slaves of humans. A trait I love about cats. I am still paranoid of dog saliva. Thus, I will have to partially love Michelle no matter how cute her puppy eyes are. I still hold on to my faith and have to believe that their saliva or even existence is stated as 'danger'. There must be a reason, and hopefully I find it one day and answer one of my questions of life. Like how I found why were meant to ... not eat pork... cos it's just plain good!