Writer’s Block

I used to write pretty well. I could craft stories and write ‘em down as if I’m eating a bag of chips. It was easy for me. Surprisingly I think this stems from my love of film, television, music, and Wikipedia, as opposed to books or novels. I was never a big reader, I mean, I’m not an idiot, I can read. I just always chose a movie, or watching a gig, as opposed to staying in and reading a good book.

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Hills, Elephants, and Alan Rickman: I Wish I Could Read

I wish I had learned to love to read. This was one of my most hated truths about myself. Actually, I think it’s my only hated truth. Well, at the very least, until I uncover some new ones… but i digress. I think that loving to read would’ve been fucking awesome. Like Thrift Store awesome.

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Dan Brown, Inferno, and a letter to the MMDA

So… the Metro Manila Development Authority recently released an official statement/letter addressed to internationally-known author Dan Brown, over his, apparently “unfair” portrayal of our Metro Manila. Should we be up in arms about this? I don’t believe so. If anything, this letter is one, pathetic, fucking attempt, that, if anything, makes me ashamed to be from the Philippines.

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John Grisham’s The Broker

As I have made known to most, if not all, the people I meet… I am not a reader.  I don’t even read instructions on how to properly cook microwavable popcorn (to the annoyance of my brother, who loves ’em… but thats an entirely different article already). I’m more of a “see and hear” type of guy, basically, Movies.  However, a book my mom recommended to me about a year ago or so, that I eventually started reading while on the can about a month ago (further evidence of me not being a “book” person), actually got me pretty hooked. Obviously, it’s a book by John Grisham, and as the title of this entry suggest, the book is titled “The Broker“.

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