The Notebook

Once again, I saw my empty notebook lying on top of my bed this morning. Well, I thought, it's definitely time to make use of it. I haven't even written anything on the first page. It was given to me by my supervisor when I was still part of a sales account of People Support Inc. I miss my teammates... miss everything about that department. For the last 2 months, I've spent countless hours whining and contemplating why the hell was I transferred to an account I didn't like, hotel reservations. Went around talking to each office mate complaining about the haggard causing tasks in that account. Yeah, sometimes, I just have it out with the managers and supervisors. Anyway, Im not writing about that stupid subject today. My efforts of being eliminated from the account have been useless. I know I've been fighting a losing battle, Naks! so back to the notebook.

Ah yes, this reminded me of how much I missed writing. No one really knows, I mean REALLY knows, I think except my mom, how much I really loved writing. I don't write poetry or news or verses, although I am proud to say that I have been part of the school paper's editorial staff during grade school and high school. I never got a chance in college, there was just too many talented and competitive writers back then. Anyway, I always failed my Algebra and Trigonometry class so I concentrated on passing them rather than trying to keep up with deadlines of the articles. but I never stopped writing even if I was no longer contributing anything for the college paper. I also started collecting magazines and inspired myself that someday...I'll be able to see myself in the pages of this magazines...that I'll be able to inspire or entertain other people when they read my column. I have been reading a few books lately. Right now, Im on Chapter 9, Katherine Stone's novel entitled Twins. Well, its about the usual cliche, 2 women who may have similarities in the looks department but are so different in personalities. To make it simple, one is a high class supermodel and the other is an over achiever attorney, so you can just imagine how they were like during high school. So anyway, I have been writing stories too. most of them have the typical plot, boy meets girl kind of stuff, high profiled arrogant guy meets an ignorant cheery kind hearted lady, prince charming bumps into plain Jane... nothing tragic, not like Romeo and Juliet. I'm not a skilled writer. I think I would need some serious training before perfecting a highly complicated story. I look back at my collections of stories in my notebooks, some of them I left at my parents house.

Now I have 4 with me. I never get to finish them, sometimes I ran out of ideas. All I have with me right now are summaries of what I want to happen with the characters. I have thought about publishing or posting them online, hoping someone would notice my works. But I had a friend who used to post his poems on his blog and people who see it copy it, it's like something has been stolen from you. So I think the idea will have to be put on ice. In the meantime, I am happy that my notebook is always open for me, ready to be filled out whenever my hands are itching to write that story.