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Quills & Brushes / SWEET Books

I have been quite busy with a lot of things lately that I already forgot to update or at least write something here on my blog. 😅 I’m really sorry about that.

I cannot promise that I would be able to write in here frequently but I will try my best to do so. I’ve been updating my stories and other drabbles and one-shots over at Wattpad, however so you could still find me there. Still the same username: @wuthie16

Prompt me with anything and I will try to write something out of it. Be it a poem or a short, depending on your request. Teehee. 😁

I am very happy to announce though about two projects that I am currently involved in. Both have something to do with writing, of course.

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First – QUILLS and BRUSHES. http://quillsbrushes.maichard.net

Quills and Brushes is a website that is a portal to everything MaiChard. MaiChard being Maine Mendoza and Alden Richards, the phenomenal loveteam as of the moment in Philippine Media.

If you would click on the link above, it will take you to a landing page to subscribe to the website since it is currently still in the works. But basically – the website is everything that a MaiChard fan will love. It will have forums where everyone could talk about different topics regarding MaiChard. It will have a section for fanfiction written by the fandom’s authors. It will also have a section for artworks, similar to deviantart, created by the ADN Fandom artists.

Right now – it is still in beta stage and so far, has been tested by a select group of people from the fandom – readers, spectators, writers and artists alike. They have already provided feedback and our team of developers are currently working on getting everything updated to make sure it will be the best experience for everyone.

Quills and Brushes is set to formally launch on July 16, 2017 – just in time for the second anniversary of the birth of the phenomenal loveteam – AlDub or Alden Richard and Yaya Dub (Maine Mendoza).

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Second – SWEET Bookshttps://sweetbookswg.com

S.W.E.E.T Books is short for She Writes, Entertains and Empowers Thru Books. We are a group of six gorgeous (Yes! Claiming this! 😉) women sharing a common interest in writing and inspiring others. This is done through our writings.

As of the moment – we are currently working on our first anthology to be published. Same as Quills and Brushes – we plan on having this published in July 2017 as well.

Check out our website and see what these beautiful women have to offer in terms of what our writings and stories and poems.

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So there you have it. These are the things that are keeping me occupied for the last several months hence the slowness of my updates and such over here. Hopefully though – after these are done, I would be able to concentrate more on my own stuffs. Hehehe.

Don’t forget to check out these awesome sites! 😍😘

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seriously, the guy has a point

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I got metaphorically spanked a couple of days ago. Folks have been talking about the Fearless Girl statue ever since it was dropped in Manhattan’s Financial District some five weeks ago.I have occasionally added a comment or two to some of the online discussions about the statue.

Recently most of the Fearless Girldiscussions have focused on the complaints by Arturo Di Modica, the sculptor who createdCharging Bull. He wantsFearless Girl removed, and that boy is taking a metric ton of shit for saying that. Here’s what I said that got me spanked:

The guy has a point.

This happened in maybe three different discussions over the last week or so. In each case I explained briefly why I believe Di Modica has a point (and I’ll explain it again in a bit), and for the most part folks either accepted my comments or ignored them. Which…

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Of coffee and empathy

So this morning, while the hubby and I were having coffee – I suddenly asked about empathy and if he emphatizes with people and things around him. Don’t ask where I got the idea from. I sometimes get the most weird questions in my head at inopportune times. Anyway – I digress. 

Going back…

He told me that while he does know what others around him may feel, he doesn’t really emphatize with them much. Doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s manhid when it comes to what others may be feeling around him, he said. Only meant that he doesn’t dwell much on them, saying he’s more sensitive with the people he loves rather than random people he crosses on the street. 

If you think about it, he made a lot of sense. Because why empathize with someone you have no connection with, whatsoever?

Thing is – that isn’t the case with me. 😅

I emphatize. A LOT. 

To the point that I cry for someone I don’t know – like that series I was watching where the main character got friendzoned. Or for something I don’t really understand to begin with but feel so much for, like that poet who spoke about having OCD . 🙃

I don’t know why I feel this way most of the time. There are days that I feel like being emphatic is a curse for me since I feel a lot that I sometimes forget my own feelings. I drown in someone else’s when my own needs to be addressed. 

I think it’s one reason why I don’t like watching dramas or movies that will make me feel or get moved with emotions. I love action flicks, fantasy, horror and psycho thrillers – films that would make me think rather than feel. 

I’ve said it before – sometimes I hate that I feel too much. 😅 And it’s not like I could turn it on and off at will. I wish I could. But I couldn’t. 

Well then – there goes my ramblings for the day. 

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To you, the love of my life 😚

To the one person who stuck by me through my idiosyncrasies and other weird quirks. 

To the person who listened to my ideas even though he knew they were out of this world; who would indulge me even though I would stumble and fall; who would be there to help me get up and would smile and say, “Everything will still be all right.”

To the guy who would laugh with me and get “kilig” as I fangirl over Richard and Nicomaine; who would let me be as I scream and cry and buy all the stuffs related to them. Lol. 😂

To the man I married, the man who I constantly fight and bicker with over the most nonsensical things. 

To the one man who would kiss and hug me when I’m feeling down; who would listen to my woes; who would let me be if I need to be alone.

To the father of my two kids whom he loves so much; whom he would get dirty with and would play nonstop with; whom he would always be there for – for every cry, every achievement, every laughter.

To Carlo – the man I love, the man I will always be with, the man I would gladly grow old with.

Happy birthday, my love. I love you, Hunny. May we spend more birthdays to come and may you be happy for all the rest of our days. God bless you always. 

And I love you. For life. 😘

Santa Monica Beach, California; June 2016
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Journal

The hubby just bought me a leather bound unlined journal as a belated birthday gift. He said he knew I used to keep one before but that I wasn’t able to follow through with it once I finished my last since real life came bounding along. 

When Rinnah was growing up – I still had a journal then. It was probably my 6th since I’ve been keeping journals ever since I was in grade school. I stopped when she was two or three, I think, since I wasn’t as inspired to write and like I mentioned above – real life came and sucked me in its grasp.

Carlo (le hubby) told me that he wanted me to continue on with writing and with compiling my thoughts and putting them onto paper just like how I used to. His dedication was what touched me most though, since he said that because he isn’t perfect, especially in our relationship, he wants me to chronicle our journey together – as husband and wife, as a family, as parents – through this journal so we would have something to look back onto, the good and the bad. Something that we could laugh about. Something that we could learn from. Something that would show us how we were in life from now till – well, till God knows when. 

He wanted me to write out our story and make it into a book in this journal that is solely for us. 

I like that. It’s funny though because I did start writing yesterday in it and I was writing about how I think I already forgot how to use my hands for writing via pen and paper. Given the onset of technology nowadays and online journals and such as well as blogs – it was such a novelty for me to be able to write using my hand again and with a pen on paper. 

I think I would make it into an everyday thing. Even if I need to jot just one sentence about my thought for the day – I’ll do that. 😊

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Yung bobong bobo ka sa mga nararamdaman mo matapos mabasa ang mga sinulat mo from 12 years ago. 🙃

Tipong – bakit? Ano ito? Akala ko ba ok ka na? Pero bakit may ganito kang naramdaman na bumalot bigla sa pagkatao mo matapos mong balikan ang mga bagay na akala mo ay nabaon mo na sa limot?

Parang gago lang. 🙂

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A little something to be thankful for

This was quite a surprise for me when I woke up on the morning of the 4th of November, 2016. Aside from the overwhelming response I got from all of my readers over at Wattpad regarding a simple story that I wrote – I woke up to this wonderful news from Wattpad themselves, as well.

And yes - I did the happy dance they told me to do

Translation: Many months have already passed, over 140,000 stories joined The Wattys, the largest online writing contest in the world.  Your story was one of those and we are glad to tell you that your story won the 2016 Watty Award under the category: Writer’s Debut.  Congratulations!

Take a few moments to do the happy dance, pat your back and tell everyone of the good news!

And yes – I did the happy dance they told me to do. 😅😅😅

I never expected to win.  I never really expected for anyone to actually take the time to read my stories (given that I know that I am not one of the better writers anywhere).  So when I placed that hashtag (#Wattys2016) on my story – I didn’t expect that it would get noticed.  I was only thinking at the back of my head, “Well – it’s just a hashtag. Might as well put it there.  Who knows?  Someone might notice it.”

With that being said – I would just like to say THANK YOU! This wouldn’t be possible if not for all of you, the readers of this simple story of mine. (Check it out if you like over at Wattpad: Sa Tamang Panahon under username: wuthie16)

Aside from Richard and Nicomaine – my muses, the ones who this story is dedicated to and the ones who inspired me to pick up my dusty pen and write again – YOU, THE READERS, would be my inspiration for continuing on with this.

Despite numerous times when I wanted to quit.  Despite numerous times when I didn’t have the energy to write.  Despite the numerous times when I thought – this wasn’t good enough.

You all stuck with me and pretty much told me – YOU CAN DO THIS.  YOU GOT THIS.

So thank you

Image grabbed from: http://wattys.wattpad.com/winners/fil/

So thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Sobrang salamat po. 😘☺️💛

Malapit ng matapos ang akdang ito. Pero alam natin na ang happily ever after nina Alden Rioja at Maine Mercado ay magpapatuloy magpakailanpaman. 

Salamat muli. Mahal ko kayong lahat. 💛💛💛

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Yung sobrang gusto mo ng bumitiw pero hindi mo magawa kasi ang daming maaapektuhan at masasaktan. Pero sa totoo lang, pagod na pagod ka na. At gusto mo ng tumiwalag. Pero kumakapit ka pa rin at sumasamo na baka magbago pa ang lahat at umayos muli ang sirang pagsasamahan. 

Pero hanggang kailan? Hanggang kailan ka aasa? Hanggang kailan ka ngingiti kahit na ang saloobin mo ay sumisigaw na at umiiyak? Hanggang kailan? 

Hindi na ata gagana yung hanggang maubos ang lahat ng bukas. Dahil pag hinintay mo yun – malalagutan ka na ng hininga pero wala pa rin. Ganon pa rin. Hirap ka pa rin. Masakit pa rin. 

Pwede bang tama na? Nakakapagod na talaga. 

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He Was…

He was the first person I saw among the throng of people inside the bus. He was looking outside the window, his forehead on it, lost in thought. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes depicted loneliness. An aloneness that could only come from somewhere deep within. Sadness that couldn’t be reached unless coaxed out.

There was an empty seat beside him. Why no one would want to sit at that seat, when there were people standing inside the bus already, was something I couldn’t fathom at that moment. Maybe that was why he was lonely.  Because no one would sit beside him. No one wanted to be with him. His face unsmiling, his eyes glassy – seemingly on the verge of tears. He was lonely.  Alone.  So I went to him and sat beside him.  He looked up briefly, met my eyes head on and gave a small smile, his lips quirking a little on the side, his deep dimple showing on his left cheek.  As if he was grateful that I sat beside him, that I alone understood how he wanted to be with someone and yet no one would hear his silent plea.

I smiled back, acknowledging his silent thanks.  His gaze lingered with mine for a few seconds, as if trying to decipher something but then he went back to staring outside the window. I was half tempted to talk to him, to ask him how he was. To know what it was that he was thinking. To know why he was alone and seemingly lonely. To ask if he needed someone to listen to him, be with him, understand him.

I looked at his reflection on the window. With the glaring bright lights inside the bus, it wasn’t hard to see him. I wanted to comfort him, wrap my arms around him. To offer my friendship. To offer a listening ear, a lending hand, a friendly shoulder to cry on.  Where these thoughts and sudden feelings came from, I didn’t know.  Maybe it was the way he looked so forlorn, all by himself despite the congested bus.  Maybe it was the way he gazed at me when I first sat beside him.  Maybe it was the way he smiled.

But then – my stop came.

I took a glance at him, trying to see if he would look at me. That alone would have stopped me and I would have stayed put. But he didn’t. He continued staring outside the window. He continued on his silent loneliness.

I stood up and walked towards the exit of the bus. I looked back at him and I was startled. He was looking right back at me. Before I went down, he mouthed “Thank you”, his lips quirking up again in that little smile of his, his dimple making an appearance yet again.

Then the bus door closed.

As I watched the bus drive away – I smiled as well. And thought – Will I see him again tomorrow?


Written originally on September 26, 2006
Edited and re-printed on March 28, 2016

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Puff. Puff. Swig.

She was trembling that night. As she silently padded her way from her bedroom to the balcony of her condo, she was trembling.  Slowly, she got out her cigarette pack from her back pocket and placed down a bottle of half-consumed red wine beside her as she sat down on her patio chair.

She lit a cigarette and puffed. She removed the cork of the red wine bottle and took a swig. She puffed once more. Puffed another. Then took a swig.

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.

Then she put the bottle down, threw her cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.  She took out another.  She was trembling so hard that she dropped it before lighting it up.  She buried her face in her hands, cigarette in between her fingers and sobs started to rack her shoulders.

He was by her front door, standing there waiting for her to say something.  She would look anywhere but at him.  She told him, he should go.  That it was getting late and that he had a long way to drive before reaching home.  There was nothing left for them to talk about.

He didn’t move from where he stood.  He continued standing there, asking her silently, imploring her. What’s wrong? He asked. Please. Tell me what’s wrong.

But she remained silent.  She didn’t say anything.  Finally, she looked up and stared at him.  Eyes devoid of emotion.  

You should leave. That was all she said.

Are we still – you know – together?  He asked.  Pleadingly.  Softly.  Calmly.  Although he was anything but.  

He tried to reach for her.  But she took a step back, arms going around herself.  A defense mechanism.

She didn’t say anything again.  She continued to look beyond him.  Then slowly she turned away from him.  She started to close her door.

Please.  Just…  Just leave.  She told him.

I still love you, you know.  I will still wait for you.  No matter what.  He tried to persuade her to face him. To listen to him.  

But she would no longer budge.

He turned away.  Head down, defeated.  He slowly walked towards the elevators.  He pushed the down button and gave her one last look. 

She wasn’t looking. 

He sighed and stepped inside. 

She closed her door and went to her bedroom. She was trembling.

Her sobs racked her body.  Her cries consumed her.  She was trembling that night.  She was trembling.

Written originally on March 11, 2006
Edited and re-printed on March 28, 2016