Wednesday, November 30, 2011

"I never promised the universe that I would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write."

thank you Liz Gilbert for reminding me that.

I went back to blogging some years ago when my friend Trixie inpired me to go back to writing.
I told Trix that what kept me from writing is that I have very limited vocabulary and that I never seem to have a coherent idea. I write like how I tell stories to anyone. Random. Always having something popping out from nowhere. I never aced any of the writing class in college because I simply do not have control over what I'm writing aside from the fact that I don't seem to have anything interesting to write about. and that probably, no one's going to read them anyway-- either that they're bored or they've heard a story similar to what I was telling or probably not important. But perhaps just to highlight the failure, I was a creative writing and literature graduate by the way. Needless to say, I am expected to produce really good articles or insights that are worth reading.

So after a few exchange of thoughts, she then quoted a line or so from author Liz Gilbert. Something like, writing to find your self when you're already lost. Or I don't know if it was that or some other author mentioned that.

So why do I write?

Partly because, it is part of my grand plan to be famous someday. Though my mother says fame and notoriety are two different things. I write because, it is my way of emptying my head-- just like how Dumbledore deposits his memories in his Pensieve. I write because there are some things that I just can't tell and can only be felt when read. I write for posterity's sake. And now, looking and reading through the snippets of blog posts I have saved before the eternal damnation of then greatest social network conceived Friendster, I am laughing at how cheesy and emo my posts were. Funny how you are remined of how you felt back when you were writing that blog post about your crush. Sure, one will remember these things happening in their lives with their memories, but the anger, excitement, happiness, disgust and cheesiness you felt will sometimes no longer go with your memories. That proves true for me. I write because that's the only way I could find myself when I lose it along the way. And finally, I write because I have something to say.

I have been bound by the rules and by the norms of writing for the longest time. But really, what I am writing is for my own consumption. Inquirer is not paying me to be obligated to hit on the spell and grammar check of my PC. I write because I want to remember and that's exactly how I want to do it.

This time I will write with my heart. I will not care if the comma is missing or if I spelled recieved incorrectly. I will "Ignore All" and will not "(consider revising)". I will leave the margins to the grade school students learning the ropes and being graded for following directions. I will create my rules. I will write from my heart.


I never promised the universe that i would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write.
Thank you Liz Gilbert for reminding me that.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Holidays, Thanksgiving and Thanks-giving

I missed the whole idea of being on a long weekend. We were off for a few days since our customers from the other side of the world are celebrating this important holiday, for some, much more important than Christmas-- Thanksgiving.

We never celebrate Thanksgiving here in the Philippines. We celebrate though, the fact that THERE is Thanksgiving so we're allowed to wander for about four days straight. But in the spirit of Thanksgiving, which I think everyone should do, whether or not your culture celebrates it, I am writing down the things that I am thankful for today and for always. In no particular order:

~that I am alive; I get to enjoy all of these things
~i have a family that may not be as tight as everyone else but will always come together if anyone needs help; and because they love unconditionally
~i have someone who loves me perhaps even if I am the worst person in the world; who neither supports nor condemns my evil plans; who says Yes when I say NO; laughs when I'm illogically mad and scratches my back so i can sleep
~my job. Because i have bills to pay.
~my friends; because I was never a good friend. I leave them and forget them at times. I make excuses, I curse and block some in FB but I know deep inside they love me. And will always care for me.
~my team; because I'm next to the worst Supervisor in the world but they don't have a choice so they stick with me. they also try to keep up with my mood swings each and everyday.
~my memory; because it keeps me sane. When everyone else have forgotten--i do not and will not
~my health; because i live a sloppy and very unhealthy lifestyle. I eat too much, and is too lazy to walk to get the remote. I celebrate my birthday more than I eat vegetables but I do not get sick.
~technology-- though it's a love hate relationship, i love that it allows the world to be much smaller and how it draws people together. And without it, you might not be reading this because i probably would have written this in a notebook and kept it hidden.
~my classmates-- though I no longer go to UPFI now, they inspire me to continue with the dreams I placed on hold.

Thank you. Happy Thanksgiving.

Bohol, Chocolate Hills and Wrong Lessons from My Gradeschool Teacher

I don't think there's any Filipino child who went through grade school who does not know the world famous Chocolate Hills and why they were called that way. And I'm not sure if what they know up to this day is correct.

You see, I finally reached Bohol last weekend and was able to clarify this.



From what I know back in gradeschool, the hills are brown during rainy season and green in summer. It's actually the other way around according to Kuya Bobet, our very honest very informative tour guide of Bohol.

During summer, the grasses gets burned by the heat of the sun hence getting only that brown color. Inly grasses grow on these 1000 something hills because the major component of the hills is limestone, not friendly for te trees and other bigger plants.

I suddenly felt the urge to go back to my school and tell my grade school teacher, who obviously not been to Bohol, to stop teaching what she's been teaching for the past 20 years.

Peace!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving :)

Will be in Cebu then Bohol this verrrry long weekend :) excited. My last travel was ay back in June-- Boracay.

My most trusted minion Bebet will also join us so it's goig to be extra exciting. I will miss Tina, Bodge, Tessa, Jem and Tin though :(

Will surely write about it.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Love, Stamps and Snail Mails

... I woke up to the thought of how I used to abuse the post office sending gazillion of mails to people in different parts of the world, where my friends are-- and how, now, I failed to greet my friends and people even when there's FB around to just click and click and click.

I remember Lola Ping complaining how much she's spending in a week for mails alone (she's the one sending them by the way), but she is a loving grandma so she did it anyway.

Birthdays, christmases and any given days-- they were all worth of a card, handwritten, signed and on better days even kissed :)

And whatever happened to my stamp collections? I stopped with year 2002.

I wish to go back to these days when it's always a thrilling experience everytime you see Manong Kartero in your gate or a bunch of unopened mails in your study table.

I know emails are more eco friendly but holding something and thinking that this exact thing was held--or maybe even kissed by that person you love from the other side of the world makes it more humane and definitely touching. I'm sure Mother Nature will make an exception.


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If you're a long lost friend, gradeschool, highschool, college and some random life friend and you miss getting and wanna get a snail mail from me, you may wanna email me where you want it to be sent together with your birthday, so i can update my Peter Rabbit Birthday book :) karen@karenderya.com

Hope to hear from you soon!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

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Mga ilang behind the scenes ng pinakauna kong acting stint. Naks.

Six Degrees of Separation from Lilia Cuntapay

Walang batang 80s o 90s ang hindi nakakakilala sa kanya. Okey, siguro hindi sa pangalan pero subukan mong sabihin yung "sya yung laging gumaganap na aswang sa mga pelikula" at siguradong ang isasagot sa yo ay "ay oo, yun pala yung pangalan niya."

Mas okey na rin siguro yung kilala ka nila sa itsura kesa sa pangalan. Sabi nga sa kanta, "how could you memorize me name-- and forget who I am.." but then U digress.

Point is isa lamang si Lilia sa mga artista at icon ng Pinas na halos tuliyan nang nakalimutan paglipas ng panahon. Kaya minsan naiisip ki rin na ang showbiz ay isang thankless job (kagaya ng caregiving, di ba Ate Shawie?)

Salamat sa CinemaOne sa pagkilala sa kakayahan ni Lilia. Kung ikaw ba naman ang gaganap sa sarili mo mismo sa isang mockumentary, ewan ko nalang din kung hndi ka pa manalo.

-- congrats sa CinemaOne Originals Films! lalo na kay Mam Sari Dalena sa pagkapanalo ng Best Director at sa Best Picture niang Ka Oryang.

nasa UPFI ang CinemaOne Originals sa november 29-december 3 kaya panuorin natin please maski malayo :$

These are a few on my list...

Sana may mgregalo ng ganto sa kin ngaung pasko... :)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Karenderya is now mobile.

With the recent acquisition of a wifi router at home, will now be blogging through mobile phone.

Bakit ngaun ko lang naalalang mghanap ng app sa appstore kung may blogger. Hehe.

At bakit, ngaun lang kmi bumili ng wifi router.

Ewan.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Happy Birthday Hettie!

Happy Birthday para Manager kong nagparealize sa king mahirap ang trabaho nia pero pwedeng mag-chill paminsan minsan.