I've yet to put my "inspiration section" so for now, some watercolor attempts.

Finding its way in my study nook.

I've been contemplating on stealing my mom's small cork board or just go get the big one from our misplaced kitchen. Fortunately I saw a large one rotting away in my brother's room (maybe years of further exile would make this one a termite snack); therefore, I was able to dodge the possibility of being reprimanded.
 My way of studying is far from being organized, but somehow, I manage. However, with the burden of having a broad thesis schedule, I have no choice but to start my game plan of writing and memorizing things needed to be done immediately. The supplies I have for now is limited to writing pads, markers and colorful index cards, so I have to make do with them. I just hope that by Christmas vacation, I'll have a better cork board design.

Yesterday, as a part of our Science, Technology and Society (STS) class, a guest speaker lectured about the process of creative writing in the modern context of computer age. It was a nice lecture because as lullabies some early morning classes tend to be, the comedic antics and lively audience interaction made the whole experience more than bearable-- fun, to be exact. The speaker, a known writer and part of the literature faculty, engaged  us in the art of creative writing, reiterating that writing is a combination of right techniques and raw emotions. One should write something that only he can write, something that he knows very well. This does not pertain to something originating from the unknown, but something given with a fresh take or perspective. The right techniques don't exclusively deal with grammar, spelling, sentence construction and the like. Things like chronologies, form, emotional power, ability to take the reader into a journey and having that certain 'X' factor are equally important things to consider. He told us that with today's technological advancements, writing shouldn't be much of a problem because we could easily encode,edit or even delete our works. However, there's still some mystique and beauty in using the traditional method of ink on paper. That would altogether be awesome if we are to write amid beautiful scenery, to bask under the sun and to unwind under the pristine greeneries. Well, whichever works. The thing is, in reality, however fictitious our writings aspire to be, a certain degree of pent-up personal emotions are conveyed in a manner only we can do.

Still,I find writing a very daunting task, partly because I'm not a broad reader and because my imaginations come mainly from reading Japanese comics (yes, I'm implicitly saying that I'm more of a visual person). The range of my vocabulary still lies on an average level and my storytelling capabilities follow a rather curvy or perhaps, a 'randomly scribbled' path-- both verbally and in written terms. However, after listening to the talk, I realized that I can still improve. To intensify this newly-formed resolution, I'll now try to write more.

On an unrelated note, I've unearthed these straw dolls from one of our cabinets. These, I remember, were brought from one of our then customers who specialized in export-quality handicrafts. A doll, if I'm not mistaken, costed 50 bucks--more or less. My favorite is the tall one with the grass skirt.I thought these were thrown out!Well fortunately, they were just stashed out and kept hidden for years.

 How I wished I was able to talk to some of my favorite teachers but alas, they were having a meeting when we stopped by. Bummer.

It's good to see that the corridors in the museum are not boring. The wooden and marble surfaces add prestige into the areas.