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I just decided to compile my works in Wattpad. I included all my previous works there and most likely, I will publish some of my works there without publishing it here on my blog. Purely My Thoughts will only contain works that are just purely my thoughts 🙂

I will also have another project wherein I will compile works of different people and I’m planning to publish that book towards the end of this year in preparation for next year’s Women’s Month which is in March.

Oh well! That’s about it. Enjoy!

Our Native Tongue

Last week I started trying to write in our own dialect. I usually write in English language even if my grammar isn’t flawless. Let’s just say I’m quite used to it. Our country is surrounded by gazillion of foreign influences and there’s nowhere to go without them (nothing that I’m aware of) and there’s nothing else that we can do but to absorb and accept whatever our environment offers us. At the end of the day, we need to fit in to survive in this country that’s use to adapting what’s out there.

Filipinos are excellent in learning different cultures and adapting to them and later on, submerging in those cultures because, hey, that’s where we get an edge apart from anyone else, right? Media and our economy pushes us to be excellent especially in English language (and apparently masters of American culture) if we want to be on top of the game. Let’s say I am one of those people who have taken advantaged of knowing a bit about American pop cultures, etc.

I can say that I’ve succeeded in getting jobs and being able to relate with foreigners because of my knowledge of English language (again my grammar is not flawless and I hope people reading my stuff can understand what I mean and what I’m talking about), but there’s a part of me who wishes to go back to our native tongue and enjoy it’s beauty.

So, I started writing a story in Filipino. Surprise, surprise! It feels awkward but I’m enjoying every moment I’m writing in our native tongue. Writing in Filipino gives me chills and it’s scary, but it’s a good feeling. Yep! I know my adjectives are a bit contradicting right now, but it really feels that way.

Anyway, this is the Book 1 of my 1st ever story written in Filipino.

You may follow me in Wattpad from this link

Don’t worry. My works in Wattpad are not going to be plainly in Filipino. I will also write stories in English later on, but my priority as of now is to write in Filipino.

Oh, well!

That’s all for now, folks!

What’s Art Got To Do With It?

Summer’s coming up and weekdays are becoming boring. Usually I send and pick up my kid from school in the afternoon, but since the school year has ended, I have nothing left to do to fill in that abandoned schedule.

We were walking in a bookstore one day and I saw a sketchpad and oil pastels; I thought of doing something creative for this summer. I thought of teaching my kids how to draw like what my father did when me and my sisters were younger. So, I bought a sketchpad and 2 boxes of oil pastels to start up the creative activity I have in mind.

We arrived home and I opened the sketchpad and a box of oil pastels. Behold I was stuck in the so-called blank sheet syndrome.

“What am I going to draw? How am I gonna start?”

Then I felt nostalgic. I remember the time when a Fine Arts teacher once told me that I don’t how to draw. I don’t know how to paint. I was only 17 when he told me that and at that very moment, I felt insulted. I felt insulted maybe because I love to draw and it’s one of those fun-filled activities I used to share with my family. I felt insulted because usually, my high school teachers and friends would ask for my drawings (because they want to keep it) or my teachers tend to choose my works for exhibits, or something like that. So, yeah! I was butt hurt when I heard that from an “expert”. I swear I hated that guy.

But now that I’ve aged and it’s been 11 years since that incident happened, I thought to myself, “maybe he’s right”. I really don’t know how to draw or paint based on his context of art. His field of expertise is far from mine and I don’t really know where he’s coming from. And like I always tell myself, “You can’t hate what you don’t understand.”

Maybe he’s right based on the context of what he know as “ART” and I can’t take that against him. I have no idea what art is, except it’s a perfect way of expressing one’s self, just like what I do when I feel like doing it.

So maybe he’s right. But hey! Just because he’s right doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to paint or draw, yes?

With that thought at the back of my mind, I picked up one of the oil pastel sticks and started sketching, without really knowing what I wanted to draw. I ended up drawing a flower, but who cares? I don’t care. I really don’t mind what I drew. What’s important is I started doing what I planned to do for summer, and an “expert’s” opinion didn’t stop me from doing what I planned to do with my kids, just because he said I’m not good at it.

Who cares if I’m no expert, right? What’s important is I’ll have a good summer activity with my kids. And my kids think my drawings are cool, so I’m good. That’s the only opinion that matters to me.

Plus, that’s the lesson I want to teach my kids. No one can tell them what they can’t do if they really want to do something. No one can stop them from doing what they urge to do; not even an expert nor me. All of us are meant to do something GREAT! We are all born for greatness that only us are destined to do. God has already sketched in our hands all the potentialities; all we have to do is to explore and discover that one thing that’s especially meant for us. It all boils down to our life’s purpose and what we’re meant to do as designed by God.

Boy, my thoughts are getting deep.

‘Nough said! Let’s enjoy summer!

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