A Geisha In A Past Life

Note: This is to celebrate my one year of being officially unemployed. Read on. October 5, 2013--- my first year anniversary of being a semi-bum. I should be celebrating, getting wasted and singing the night away with the few special people who can put up with my oddity--- but then again, who celebrates one year of being unemployed? Definitely not me. It’s been a year since I left my last job as Corporate Advertising and Communication Specialist/Writer/Internet Marketing Specialist (I still refuse to call myself Marketing Specialist) for a real estate company. Time flew so fast. It seemed like only yesterday when I collected my last paycheck and shed tears as I left the office I considered home for two years and eight months. Was it hard? Yes. Was it practical? No. Was it the right decision? No. It was definitely the WRONG decision. But I never regretted it. Because finally, I felt like I am going the RIGHT direction by making such a WRONG turn. Let’s ...

I've been keeping these notebooks for more than 20 years. They contain my pre-desktop comp/laptop stories. I used to bring a spiral notebook everyday so I can write wherever I go. Most of the time, the biggest and greatest ideas catch us off guard and come to us during the least expected moments. They used to be 50 +, but they're down to 26. I've thrown the others due to personal reasons. I still read them sometimes and the stories I've written still affect me big time. :) The stories inside these notebooks matter a lot to me, but what matter most are the memories and inspiration attached to these stories. Sometimes, when I read them, I am still astonished that I managed to write them. And then I remember what pushed me to do so and it won't come as a surprise anymore. Indeed,  memories and feelings  matter so much to a writer.