PEN-ding
had i not been an architect i would consider a career in writing. i am fascinated with how cleverly they layout words to get their message across. thoughts they impart make difference in their readers’ lives. frankly, i dont have what it takes to be a writer…..a simply dont like writing as in scribbling. moreover can”t stand sitting for a certain time…i am hyperactive; just hate being still.
during my school days, i hate doing the quarterly theme papers. i can’t write legibly and to make it worst neatly. i’m too lazy then doing that. but i have an idea what i want to communicate. i will always be in state of panic when the bell rings.
my biggest crack in writing came when we did our high school yearbook, FLAMBEAU ‘88. the entire pool of writers were busy shopping for school that i was left to take the pitch. i was a part of the circulation group. left with no choice, i borrowed my sister’s typewriter and started tinkering using my two fingers. it was tough, doing write-ups for schoolmates whom i completely don’t know.
1994, our lady of lourdes seminary.breaking from the tradition of priest saying his homily, select seminarians were asked to do their sharing. i am one of those fortunate souls to have the chance. i would stay late reading and doing research for i feel i owe to my listener what i will be imparting. i would never forget my sharing during the feast of the angels, my work dealt on how to differentiate an angel from the devil. to this date, i still have the draft. (have a story on this soon).
my english teacher in the seminary, never liked my essay. occassionally, she will send her advance students (a-list ehem i am one of them)to the library and tasked to do essay about anything. i would write about my fave subjects: design, people i wanted to meet and all about lifestyle. most of the time, my work would yield a fair grade and would harvest comments like too dramatic, too much flair, too magazine. too magazine…well i then succeeded that is my intention. but the truth is she is dismayed with my subjects, she was expecting me to write about myself, my surroundings, my faith, about GOD. i was then so ashamed because it is really ironic, when my formators are teaching us about vows of poverty, chastity and obedience, my mind is preoccupied with things of this world of which they are helping us to detach from. but hey i was never kicked-out from the formation house because of this, i just follow my bliss.
the legion of mary-dubai, gave me the chance to write again this time for the patrician forum. cyndie and i were the head of the patrician society and our baby project was to come-up with a monthly paper. well the stint didn’t last that long (a year and a half).i resigned from my post for my job requires more of my time.
contemporarily, i have to content myself doing business letters… memoranda… for their are a lot of concerns i have to address in the office particularly deliquent staff. hehehehe.
this space will be my avenue to write again, to chronicle my life for the pleasure of reading it when i am feeling nostalgic.whether readers will relate to my plight or not. i believe, i would make sense to somebody.
having done this post i can say writing is just a piece of cake… you be the judge.
