Twenty-seven. Album that I miss so much.
Twenty-six. Look what greeted me at the door. A package from F21. :)
Twenty-five. Back to work today.
Twenty-four. The day was spent watching Star Wars and eating chicken.
Twenty-three. First time to try black nail polish. Happy Year of the Black Dragon! :)
Twenty-two. I blog.
Twenty-one. “It’s Saturday. I play!”
TWENTY. Persistence pays.
Let January 20 be remembered as the day I literally spent 12 hours trying to book 1 KRW flights. I think it’s my first time to book a flight on my own. Sometimes, growing up can be such a hassle, no?
Finishing a novel and getting published is one of my biggest dreams. I want it so bad, in fact, that I sometimes feel stupid for not taking creative writing or literature as my major in college. Had I the guts to shift courses, I would probably not have to doubt every page that I manage to produce or struggle day in and day out with plots and characters, climax and points of view. Some would say that one need only practice writing, as in write everyday. Maybe so. But it would probably take me 10 years just to finish this one novel that I started last year. Partida pa, I dreamt the plot. Without that dream, I don’t think I would be able to concoct a good story.
Tonight I would like to share a very small part of what I’ve written so far. It’s originally meant to be part of the prologue, but as I continue… I don’t know. Now I’m not so sure. See what I mean when I say it’s a struggle not having writing as a major?
Anyway, here it is. A tiny fraction of my dream. :)
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3 a.m.
Lilith plunged into the darkness. There were eyes before, she remembered. Red eyes. Deep dark crimson, like thick blood, only it seemed to have fire as well. She wasn’t certain. She couldn’t be certain. All she knew was she had drunk in those eyes. And the fire. It seemed to burn deep inside his eyes. The more she stared into his gaze the more drawn she was and the deeper she went, like a moth hypnotized by dancing flames of orange, blue, yellow and red. How could eyes hold fire? Someone wondered. But even that question seemed so distant, like a fading memory, a memory not hers. She went on deeper. There didn’t seem to be any end, until all ended. She did not reach the fire, yet somehow she already went through it. She was still drunk, hypnotized, when suddenly all vanished, leaving her in blinding darkness.
Consciousness washed over Lilith as she felt the chill of the dawn air. The purr of engines outside mingled with the darkness. Her eyes were closed as she saw him again, his eyes, his red fiery eyes, and his… Lilith rolled to the other side of her queen size bed, hugged a plump pillow after pulling her thick blankets close and struggled to remember, if not to continue dreaming. She had been dreaming the same dream these past few days. Each night the dream would start the same, like in a movie, but each night the story would continue, adding new scenes to the ones before it. And each night Lilith would try to remember the story. There is a story, she knew, but of what she simply couldn’t remember. She held on to those eyes desperately, as if it is the key that would give her all the secrets of the king of dreams.
It did not.
Before long she was in the darkness again. Though this time she only slept.
Eighteen. A glimpse at my desk during break time.
