[Writing Meme] Day 9: A picture that you took
This is the morning view of the midpoint pit stop to Sagada from Baguio. I have never seen clouds so perfectly fluffy before.
This is part of the 30-Day Meme. Next is Day 10: A photo of you taken 10 years ago.
[Writing Meme] Day 8: A picture that makes you angry/sad
A lot have speculated on the ethics around this shot. I think this article sums up the life of the photographer, Kevin Carter, and the circumstances surrounding this photo.
Part of the 30-Day Meme. Next is Day 9: A photo you took.
[Writing Meme] Day 7: A photo that makes you happy
I woke up one morning to find these two at the foot of the bed.
Part of the 30-Day Writing Meme. next is Day 8: A photo that makes you angry/sad.
[Writing Meme] Day 6: Whatever catches your fancy
I am a workaholic because I don’t like being restless. I also like money a lot, like any person really. I don’t like being tied down by poverty, and I abhor being bored.
Of course, juggling labor-heavy jobs such as crew-work and teaching will take its toll on the body. I hate getting sick, and I should be taking my vitamins more diligently. Even when that doesn’t work, I can only hope to stave off the flu with home remedy I picked off a talk show during college. It’s what I like to call the anti-flu marinade.
Anti-Flu Marinade
Ingredients:
(1/2) Cup Rock Salt
(1) Lemon wedge (can be replaced with 2-4 calamansis)
(1) Tablespoon of olive oil
Preparation:
Pour the rock salt into a small bowl, then mix in the olive oil. Squeeze in the lemon or calamansi.
How to use:
Scrub down with this mixture in a hot shower or bath. Rinse off.
You’ll feel refreshed right after. In my experience, if you do this during early symptoms of the flu (low fever, slight sniffles) it’s sometimes enough to keep it away.
So that’s what I’m doing now for a speedy recovery for the flu. I have tech week, bills to pay, and I need to be in tip-top shape!
Part of the 30 Day Writing Meme. Next is Day 7: A photo that makes you happy.
[Writing Meme] Day 4: Your Favorite Book
I was a funny kid. I was more enamored by a list of banned books than I was by any best seller or recommended library list. Harriet the Spy caught my eye on a list of banned books in one of those almanacs. I was intrigued about the story of the spunky young kid who writes notes about other people. My first writing workshop with Teacher Maya Jacinto used an excerpt from Harriet as an example for worldbuilding, and a few months later I managed to find a copy from a boutique bookstore.
I had this vague notion of wanting to be a writer, and I automatically took to anything that talked about writing. I was eleven years old at the time and didn’t really understand the emotional range and complications Harriet went through, even though we were about the same age. I realized later that I probably saw myself through Harriet: the awkward kid who wrote a lot and were open to a lot of things my peers weren’t open to. At the time I started reading Harrier the Spy I really was growing up, and growing out from my colleagues. My elementary school was one of those most students stayed in from kindergarten through grade 7. I got the feeling, though I couldn’t quite put it to words at the time, that change was not something my peers were open to. I didn’t feel free to try new things, and in the few times I did I wasn’t prepared for the ridicule and criticism that followed.
It took a few reads for me to get Harriet, and a few more years before I really understood how much the book taught me. To this day I read the book when I feel that I’m in an awkward place, or when I’m about to come face-to-face with dangerous, beautiful truth.
Part of the 30 Day Writing Meme. Next is Day 5: Your Favorite Quote.