Justice for villains

I learned that in every story, a character has a story of its own.  Even villains have one. But the writer  focuses on the good one making the villains the aim of flying tomatoes.

A good story has a good main character, great setting and best villain.  Seriously, who would watch a movie or read a book knowing there’s no villain for the main character to kick ass with? Technically, if there’s no villain, all what’s left is a main character rotting in a story that spells out boredom in every sentence.

Villain makes the obstacles for the main character. He makes everything in chaos. But not everyone seemed to notice that he has also a terrible back story that made him as heinous as he could ever be. Sadly, people's attention was given to the main character because of his oh-so-great-appeal. Give me a break! He wouldn’t be at the top if there’s no villain who made him up there.  The villain receives all the hatred but to think that he is the reason why they are praising the main character. Unrealized injustice.

Villains should be acknowledged and complimented equally with the main characters. Applause should be showered on the villains as well. For without them, there would be no good story that will be made.

 P.S. I don't hate Harry or whatsoever. I just like the character of Voldemort. Best villain ever! :D

Workshop 101 Session 2 Activity 2--- Will I be enough?

This time we were asked to make a feature article out from a news article about maternal deaths rising drastically. Well, I think it was the idea. Can’t remember the title of the news really. Forgetfulness strikes again! Waaa! But I really learned a lot from Miss Janjie. A good article should always excite the readers, which I will have to work on with. Well I’ve been practicing and here’s the result.

P.S. We were asked to choose a character, pretend to be that character and  make a story from the character’s point of view. :)

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                A woman knocking on death’s gate during natal delivery would be the very thing I won’t let to happen for as long as I live. Seeing her suffering in pain will me make feel the pain, tenfold.

                Knowing that maternal deaths increases drastically in our present times, thoughts of pity towards the child could not be avoided. What will he do when he grow and there’s no mother who will wipe his tears when he’s sad, feed him when he’s hungry, sing him a lullaby when his sleepy, bath him when he’s dirty, teach him good values? Who will guide him to a better future? What if he will accuse himself for not seeing his mother’s face because she died while delivering him? Who will make him understand that he has nothing to do with it? Who will response to his filial love when her mother is not beside him.

                All these responsibility must be shouldered by a man who readily accepts the most difficult task there is. A father who loves his child more than he loves his wife. But without his partner by his side helping each other out, will he be able to do it? Will I be able to do it? Will I be father enough to my child who lost his mother? The answer lies on my action.

Workshop 101 Session 2 Activity 1--- Haunting remorse.

We were ask to squeeze out a feature article in a poem given to us. Well, it's about a man on his 70's, reminiscing a love story that went to a crash. So take my free advice, don’t be “torpe” , seize the day, be with somebody, let your shadows be one and MULTIPLY. Hahaha. Seriously, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be like the man in the article below.

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           One the seaside that was absorbing the warm sunset, there I was strolling in the shore of sorrow with thoughts uncertain. Agonizing every remorse built in the past. My tremor walks in an eternal path.

In my last breathes on mortality, the pain intensifies every second. Infinite regret envelopes my life. Why did she not pursue on what I wanted? On what we really desire? Now I’m suffering in this cage of incompleteness tortured by the whips of painful memory.

Our feelings were mutual. Our hearts beat as though they are one. We share identical admiration to each other when were watching the sun as it rises the young horizon. All I did back then was to wait for me to hear the sweetest words my eardrums could ever capture. Those words that would have brought us to the summit of harmony.

But all those sweet dreams in the past became the nightmare that haunts me until my life ends. If only I can turn back time, I would change that moment that made my present as worse as it could ever be.

Ian: Writer in the Making ^_^

I am : a simple man with a chemist's mind and a writer's heart. ^^

I think : outside the box and other's opinion matters to me.

I know : I can pass my course (BS-Chemistry) and be a brilliant chemist :)

I want : to prove to everybody that I made  the right decision in choosing my course. >.<


I have : my friends, family, and God beside me, so I will be fine. ^_^

I wish : I could travel to Japan. O_O especially in spring. I don't know why but I'm longing to see cherry blossoms fall from their twigs. I want to see such beauty!

I hate : it when people boasts their capabilities when you know for yourself that you're way better than them. >.<

I miss : watching television! waaaa! ! boarding house without a television is like iced tea without ice. soooo lame!!! I wish television would fall out from the sky and straight to my room x)

I fear : gecko the most! ! ! so eewww! ! those devious eyes, rough skin and its fingers. And I really hate it when it gives you a grin. YES. it really can !! @_@


I hear : criticism about me in almost everyday but I never let it get into my way. :p

I smell : like piolo pascual for only 469 pesos! ! thanks bench perfumes.  :)

I crave : for anything edible. In other words, I love to eat! ! !

I search : in google for stuffs and all. xD what? do you expect something dramatic? hahaha

I wonder : if you wonder what I'm wondering. Well in that case, let's wonder together ^_^

I regret : that I didn't spend my childhood improving my talent in music. *sigh . .now it's too late,or so i thought. 

I love : God above all else. Because if you do, everything follows O:)

I ache : when everything turns out to be all messed up! >:(

I was not : expecting to be here in Pylon. hehehe. yay me! :D

I am not : smart. I just stay with problems longer. -Albert Einstein . . wew! I wish I could be like him. 

I cry : when everybody's crying. Why should be left out?hahaha No seriously, I cry when my friends leave me. So don't leave me okay? Or else I'll skin you alive. hahaha >.<

I believe : and then I see. Not the other way around. Go team optimistic!! :DD

I dance : well in DDR. I dare you to challenge me :p

I sing : in the bathroom everyday. It's my concert hall you know. My audiences are the toilet bowl and stuffs floating inside it. hahahah . ssshhh!

I read : novels from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes is the best! ^^

I don't always : rush onto things. It's better to wait. It's effortless you see.

I fight : when, uhm. well if. .  . . . .i hate fighting. hahaha

I write : to express "ME". A medium of communication that I can get along with. ^__^

I win : when everybody gives up. So be like me, don't give up! ;)

I lose : easily in the game of chess. I hate chess. It's BORING. :p

I never : tried to smoke. It's disgusting.

I always : wanted to have fun. Is that such a crime? :p

I confuse : on what's negative. cation or anion. The ironic part is that I'm a chemistry student. phew! shame on me. tsk2. 

I listen : to mellow violin cover of songs i like as a prompt whenever i write. :D

I can usually be found : in front of my netbook. Tweeting and FBing. hahaah

I am scared : when I'm in a dark place (lygophobic), when a balloon explodes (globophobic) when I see geckos (geckophobic?) hahaha. 

I need : to get a life! . .hahaha xD

I am happy : of my life with God. >_>

I wake up : everyday with a prayer thanking God for giving me another day to enjoy with :)

I sleep : after I finished praying. :) weeee!! I'm so in love with God. :DD

What you dont know can't hurt you. xD

I never experienced earthquake since forever. I was confused of what to feel in situations like yesterday. Some are already docking and others are just giggling. I never knew what to do so I started giggling too. Crazy huh? Panic never dominated my being and I calmly went outside to join others. I was really thrilled when  an old lady came close to the bulletin broad carrying a chalk wrote that all classes were suspended. Boom! End of my story. I never encountered something new yesterday that is out of the ordinary so don’t expect for me to write a word-full article. Except for the earthquake. I guess.

Pylon Creative Writers' Workshop 1

Last weekend, we were asked to make an article from pieces of information we randomly drawn.

Mine was:

•   a restaurant owner
• busy streets
• cold and misty morning
• reminiscing

                I am a five-star restaurant owner in the busy streets of the city of love. Paris. I am well known food critic and a famous chef. I am an owner of culinary school for financially challenged children. Everyone calls me “The Mr. Alvaro”. But as they all say, “Carbon is turned into diamond by extreme pressures”. As I watched my employees working and the people enjoying the luscious meals served on top on their expensive plates, a bitter past knocked my hard skull.

                My birthplace is also the birthplace of poverty. As if it is handcuffed to my wrist ever since I came to existence. My mother accepts laundry and my father sleeps behind bars. I was working in my aunt’s food store since I could ever remember. I couldn’t help but put all the responsibility on my young shoulder since I was the oldest of my seven siblings. Scarcity wakes me up every dawn and I usually take a sip on a broken-handled cup filled with nothing but hot water just to lift my heavy eyelids. My childhood is like a cold and misty morning. Shivering in cold embrace of life’s reality trying to find a pinch of light in the thick mist of uncertainty.  When I was old enough, I became my aunt’s assistant when she cooks food. I was inspired so I made cooking my key to open the lock in these chains that binds me and poverty. I only took a charred metal pan, a very old ladle, and tons of determination to master my aunt’s dusty cook book. My aunt saw the passion burning inside of me so she enrolled me in a culinary school. With nothing but my pen and wisdom about cooking, I passed the entrance examination with flying colors. Ace every test and cook every recipe assignment with perfection. Eventually, I graduated as the most outstanding student. After graduation, I received a stream of phone calls desperately hiring me as their chef. My fate has finally changed.

                Skipping to remember all the achievements I made to be where I am today, a young waiter pushing a trolley came close to me. He gave me a porcelain cup of tea brewed from the freshest tea leaves. A drop of tear fell from my idle eyes. Once I was just a child struggling to let go in the grasp of poverty, and now, I am a well respected man that has everything to be proud of.

:) it's not a true story. but it will be. . .hahaha xD

Photoshop 101

This is it. It's the main reason why I joined Pylon in NORSU. To learn how to use photoshop. I really got the chance of using it by MYSELF. Of course with the help of my senior Pylonites. Really BIG help actually. They introduced us to stuffs and all that we will use in PS CS6. I can't contain myself right now. Euphoria is striking at me! :D Attached picture is my very first work. I surfed for tutorials in the net and viola! the next thing happened was Nikon camera is already melting. I can feel the power of photoshop squeezing out my creativity. LOL. It's kind of a mess but it's worth the overnight stay here on Pylon Office.

See you in my dreams

As I entered the gate of unconsciousness

My heart was filled with too much happiness

Excited for the new world for me to see

My soul is overwhelmed as I grasped my reverie.

As blinding beams of light disabled my sight

I felt sudden weakness, there’s no way to fight

I let it fade and there I witness

A land of beauty, full of caress.

As I strolled down in a colorful path

My dilemma had perished, even my slightest wrath

My eyes couldn’t contain such perfection

Tears ran dawn by outpouring emotion.

Tress were tall, flowers were in fullest bloom

Sky was so blue, erasing every single gloom

Oceans were at peace, soft wind touches your cheek

There is no other place you would ever seek.

Grasses were green, roses were at reddest red

Birds fly with freedom, to the horizon they fled

Leaves fell in its slowest pace

As I saw her ever beautiful face.

My heart in content shouts in bliss

As I got the chance to give you a kiss

It beat louder than an eager drum

My doubt of action grew as small as a plum.

But my eyelids became heavy and eventually shut

The world had dissolved, my thoughts were all “but”

And then I realized that I’ve slept for a while

I got up from slumber and made a wide smile.