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Damn! my hands itch to write the story, but my other task keeps on bugging me! What should I do first?

Of course the “other task” wacko. 

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Damn cucumber! lol

video:  Big Cucumber Surprises Cat

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Love and hatred have the same emotional quality, the only difference is what was inside your head when you were feeling either of the two. Nevertheless, When you are in-love, everything is overpowered by it; that even hatred turns out to be a mask of an intense affectionate concern towards the one you wanted to scream at. Amor Vencit Omnia!

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Masipag: Hirap naman mag-isip ng problema para sa research!

Tsismosa: Wag kang mag-aalala, tutulungan kita. Gagawan kita ng problema!

Oryt! Rock n Roll to the world!

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Nyahahaha this is an Epic Answer! :D Made my day! :)

Kung mgiging bagay ka ano ito at bakit? Haha.

Cellphone. Lagi mo akong hawak, lahat ng sikreto mo alam ko (nakasulat lahat sa memo), hindi ka pwedeng umalis ng bahay hangga’t di mo ako kasama, mahalaga ako sa’yo, sa tuwing nasa awkward kang sitwasyon–ako ang karamay mo at magpapanic ka kapag hindi mo ako makapa sa bulsa mo.

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Being grammatically and linguistically constipated are the very frustrating things I have been experiencing, since my morbid fascination towards literature lead me to the propensity for writing.​

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One of the things I have been going through is being confronted by my imaginary friends, because they want me to write them a novel but all I could do is to say a little about their life. Nevertheless, I thank you Mister for teaching me so many things--you may not know that I exist, but you taught me much about writing. Although, I think what I think much is lesser than what I think it is.

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Scenes of the universe limit our concept of self existence; only our words that contain a heart will give definitiveness to what we believe is true and beautiful. The most fearful symmetry of the universe is not the ones that baffles the mind, but those minds that refused to challenge itself because of believing on “impossible”.  -J.R. LIBRE

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'I'm frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.'

Ralph, “Lord of the Flies”-William Golding.

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As I finally reached the conclusion of the novel, my fascination on this book intensified. It is not just a horror story, it is an intricate puzzle consist of real-life situations juxtaposed and intermingled together to invoke the deepest meaning and origin of evil. It is definitely the best book I have read since Stephen King's "Dreamcatcher."

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The Right Right or Wrong Right

Funny how people jump into conclusions. They criticize and laugh silently at their sense of superiority and correctness.  I laugh at them silently because of their wrong and inaccurate presumptions.  Who makes the rules anyway? We are brought up in this world without manual; life is an adventure about improvisations. You have a point, I have a point. We have unique points. Humans should agree about the idea of respect. Even the words we write and the words we say are invented through experimentation: Error is non-existent, but a form of either criticism (instructive or destructive) or the result of frustrating struggle for absolute perfection. 

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After all, there are really no monsters; just people who become less human.

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I love to scare my students by telling them my own fictions. And there’s one time, it was late in the afternoon, one of them had the guts of asking me why I love writing stories. I thought for a few seconds while allowing the drowning tide of noise cease. I cleared my throat and said: well, writing is the only luxury in this world where you can kill your enemies--in any manner you want--without even getting into jail. And they all laughed by my response. Funny, but I feel a little creepy seeing them laughing on the morbidity of my response.

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Reading...

As I move on--paragraph after paragraph, chapter after chapter--I realized that the author is leading me to the most terrifying creature in this world. A horrendous realization starts to settle within my mind as I gradually unfold the fiction which starts to bend and dilute its quality with truth and rationality into a more concentrated reality; the real demon lies in every person's skin as humans struggle to bring order in this world. Entropy after all is inevitable! Lord of the Flies  is now on the list of my favorite classic novels!

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Unlocking the Door

Writing is a liberation from the restraint and limitation of the real world. It is the improvisation of life through words: giving it a boundless reflection, and an infinite corridors of possibility. Writing is unlocking your mind’s doors in order to utilize all its possible contents to be able to bring meaning, justification, or acceptance to the complex truths, to the abstracts, and even to the irrationalities. Writing is a key in unlocking the monsters that might have been haunting us for a long time; to make us free from the terrors, and sublimate the fear into creativity. It may be a secret incantation of invoking love. It maybe a grim reflection of life, but with some assurance that it only happens in a fictional world. It may touch us with cold finger or warm heart. Or it is just a simple feather that can be used to tickle our human understanding about things. Tickle out the laughter in us; a seemingly weightless or light object which can dispel our dreads, loneliness or even despair. Writing is wondrous, yet a secret act of communication. It is undoubtedly a beautiful skill to know, understand, and to practice.  I am Jay Libre and I love writing as much as reading. I am an aspiring writer. A beginner in the craft. As I unlock the door to my favorite chamber--Ghastly (but sometimes funny) Chamber--I’d like to welcome any visitors. I hope you will be entertained, apart from being scared by my works.

Photo Credit: “The Scary Door” - Kenneth Hedegaard Christiansen

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