A friend directed me to m.writes a few weeks ago and I've been obsessed with it since then. Besides all of the artistic gems, recipes and cute anecdotes of her lovely family, she has also started the very inspirational Write Club. The premise? To get our creative juices flowing using her writing prompts. Ranging from guilty pleasures to describing the best sandwich you have ever had, her prompts give way to things you normally wouldn't consider writing about. It's pretty fun -- simply letting go and allowing the words to flow from Pen to Paper.

TheSkratchPadd has asked me to post my responses. I realize I'm falling far behind, considering the fact that I'm barely on Week 2 and Marta's already posted up Week 4's prompts. But hey, I'll catch up eventually! :]

Here are a few of my responses. My somewhat messy writing, coupled with the resizing's bad quality makes for terrible reading. I apologize for that.


I wrote out two post-its earlier and left them to their fate in public places.
I placed the first one on the mirror in the women's restroom of Barnes & Noble: "You're beautiful. Always, always remember that." Hopefully this one brightened up someone's day. The second one, I stuck to the door of some random business: "Forget regret."

All on a whim. It was liberating and fun = Happy Face.

Silver Xterras, Santa Monica Pier & Keys.

Ever since I visited my Uncle's internment location a few weeks ago, I've been seeing silver Nissan Xterras everywhere. Not just one or two, I'm taking upwards to 20 per day. This was the car my Uncle used to drive. I mean, either I'm just more observant towards this type of car now or Nissan's holding some kind of BOGO sale. Noticing cars to this multitude has got to be something short of insane. I told Dominic this and he said that it was my Uncle's way of trying to communicate -- a "thank you for visiting" kind of thing. I didn't know what to make of it.

Dominic and I weren't doing anything on Saturday night, so we decided to have an adventure. We thought of LAX because he knows about my looooove for international airports. It's the prime location for people-watching, after all. But we quickly crossed that off our list because the price for parking is ridiculous. We ended up at Santa Monica Pier. I remember being super excited as a kid whenever we went there. But like anything else growing up, you find that things you once loved and were excited for, lose their novelty. We still made the most of it though, spending the majority of our time in the arcade, playing those overpriced games. Then we walked around on the boardwalk itself. It's always scared me how the night sky and the ocean just kind of blend in together and that night wasn't any different. It's just creepy. I mean, could you imagine falling into the water?! But that's beside the point. We reached the end of the boardwalk and just talked as we stared at the ferris wheel and it was just... nice. A bit chilly, but nice.

And now, I'm realizing that spending the evening at the pier is just as costly, if not more, than having an LAX adventure. But it was still fun.

Yesterday was terrible. I locked myself out of the house. Second time in a week. And it was raining. And I forgot my wallet. I could go on and on about my no good, very bad day but that won't make for a very good story.

I underestimated Lady GaGa. She's an amazing musician. She seems kind of drunk crazy, but the good, artistic kind of crazy.

I'm falling off the face of the planet, by the way. Thought you should know, trusty Blogspot.


- finally am the owner of the perfect hardbound sketchbook. In it: my dreams, aspirations, doodles, failed song lyrics, as well as my responses to the writing prompts from m.writes. It's safe to say I'm obsessed with it.
- am absolutely smitten with this boy who marches to the beat of his own drum. This infatuation I thought I had gotten rid of, has unfortunately found its way back. It was inevitable though, due to the amount of time we've recently spent together. I love it. Love love love.
- am beginning to notice my inconsistency with following through on some things.
- hate this 90 degree weather. It's spring, for goodness sakes. Please be kind and go back to the lovely 60 degrees we had a mere two days ago.
- thoroughly enjoy impromptu jam sessions with the boys, especially the one we had yesterday at Brand Park.
- love lists.

Quick update.

Fruity Loops.

I was bored and I downloaded the demo earlier today. It's a lot more fun than I expected.

It sucks, I know. Haha.

Like a Star.

It's been way too long since I've listened to Corinne Bailey Rae. Reminds me of that one night way back when, with the audience and the bright lights. Not to mention the nerves and the electricity in the air. Yeah, good times.


It's Time To Wake Up
I remember this one night when me and my friend Nathan drove around this wealthy neighborhood. It held a reputation for being a residential spot for celebrities and some of the wealthiest citizens of the city. It wasn’t actually night, it was about four in the morning. We drove through the neighborhood with our windows down. As we drove by gigantic lavish mansions my friend yelled out the window: “Wake the fuck up!” I remember his voice almost quivering because he shouted each word with force. When he said it, I thought about what he meant, and it seemed like he wasn’t just shouting at the people tucked in their beds, under million-dollar rooftops, wrapped in a blanket of money. No, he was shouting to everyone, including me–including himself. We are all sleeping in our own world, protected by an imaginary force-field of doubt. In dreams, the water is clearer; the food tastes better; and the weather is always just right. But we need to wake up. I need to wake up. Because the water is rising; the food tastes like chemicals; and the weather is slowly leaving our alliance.
Copied and pasted, verbatim from flipnautick's Xanga. His posts might be private... I'm not too sure. But if it is, that's a shame because his writing style is impeccable. It's raw and real and actually makes you think outside the box. I very rarely find it in me to comment his entries. But he has, without a doubt, been a source of inspiration since day one.


You're fake, a worthless coward. You'll never be anything.

I hate you for lying to me all this time. But I hate myself even more for falling for it. All over again. What's that saying? "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Yeah, that.

Oh, and could someone kindly explain how the heck it's March already?!

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