At a dinner party naked and burping to make more room for more of  Tom Baker‘s culinary treats.

But before we get down to business, here are the rules:

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

So now here are the things Veeh wants to know about me:

1. When was the last time you cried? 

Three weeks ago. 

2. Who inspires you most? 

The 163 followers B&B has got so far. Your subscription and following means so much to me.

3. What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen? 

This image of Marilyn Monroe.

4. If you won $1,000,000 in a lottery, what is the first thing you would do? 

I’d quit my job. Travel. Write!

5. What are you best at remembering, names or faces? 

I remember the faces but not usually the names that go with it.

6. What is the first thing on your mind when you wake up in the morning? 

Getting on the computer. I think I need an intervention.

7. Favorite movie star? 

I have just recently watched The Vow with Channing Tatum in it. Gosh, that guy is a dish. Have him grow a little more stubble and wear glasses and you bet he’d make one tasty nine-course meal. Anyway, to answer the question – it’s Rachel McAdams.

8. What book did you read last? 

Surrender, Dorothy by Meg Wolitzer. It’s taking me forever to finish it. Refer to #6.

9. How often do you lie per day?

Never. As in.

10. If you could, would you change the name written on your birth certificate? 

I got a pretty long one named so for my dead mom and I’m usually okay with it, but to see my name written on a tombstone never fails to give me the shivers.

11. What makes you happy? 

Sashimi!

I shall follow the rules and tag these blogging friends to know more about them, too:

1. Wilhelmina
2. Allpowerfulwarriorgodess
3. Anju
4. Laura
5. Mariana
6. Insipid
7. On Windy Days
8. Cet
9. Alicia
10. Gabz
11. Andy

Here are your questions:

1. What is the weirdest question you’ve ever been asked?
2. Given the choice of time travel, would you go back in time or forward?
3. What is your favorite late-night snack?
4. Tell us your weirdest dream.
5. Describe the perfect date.
6. What song is stuck in your head?
7. What is the best way to develop a positive attitude?
8. If you could invite four people-living or dead- to a dinner party, who would they be?
9. Who is your look-alike?
10. What is your answering machine away message? If you don’t have one, you can make it up!
11. It’s said that you learn something new every day. What did you learn today?

Obviously, I can’t tag everybody but that doesn’t mean the rest of you can’t join. You may pick one question that you’d like to answer and don’t forget to share away.

It’s gotta be fun, y’all.

Creating a new blog to quench the urge of poetry.

Every promise of happiness

had taught

me

to

be dearer, tenderer,

and

to

never find fault

in

any

being.

Jord turns two years old today.

I had a feeling a few days ago that I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary. It had always been the usual; saving the world, feeding the hungry, fostering world peace, ugh, you name it. Same old same old.

There were so many things I had wanted to do it felt like there’s a massive urge or a push lurking around somewhere. Like that one unexpected episode on Valentine’s day when I had the urge to shove into my mouth every chocolate and sweet given to me by friends and coworkers and so I did and the last whole piece was already in my mouth ready to be swallowed before I realized nothing else was left to be taken home with me.

A hormonal thing? Maybe. Or maybe not. I was confused.

Going about with my daily fix of endless scrolling on my Tumblr‘s dashboard one day, I chanced upon Tyler Knott. I have been following him via Tumblr for almost a year now and he has since become the man of my dreams. How is that?

Oh, Tyler. Marry me?

A photographer and a poet, Tyler writes Daily Haiku on Love and makes blackout poems. I’m a sucker for poetic love confessions and I dig men whose artistic skills I want to imbibe so you can see why things just didn’t work out between me and Burglar.

Reading Tyler’s work brings back the teenage days of when I used to diligently write poems, one of which you can read here. But you know what they say about ourselves being our own worst critic, right? And much as I had wanted to write a poetic sensation, one day I just lost the spark for it. I have managed to keep some of the poems I wrote from 2005 to 2007 over at my Tumblr page though, so feel free to read them. But don’t laugh!

A frustrated poet, you say? And that I think I am. Inspiration seemed to had been on vacation since 2007. I waited and waited and waited for many years until two days ago when I read Tyler Knott’s entry of the day – a blackout poem.

Some of you, when I posted my lousy first attempt at blackout poetry, raised a speculative eyebrow. Blackout poetry? What is that?

Well, remember the resolution I have come up to petering out my fear in the backspace key? Austin Kleon has had his own ways, too.

You should know by now that I got the hots for four-eyed men with stubble.

He vented his frustrations with writing by picking up a copy of The New York Times, selecting the words that he was looking for on there, and slashing the rest of the words with the use of a sharpie, thereby creating what seems like a redacted document, only that they read like a poem.

Interesting, eh? But one sad statement is that newspapers are already dead to me, so I don’t use it. Some use books for their blackouts, but that to me is from hell. Never would I wantonly destroy my beloved and treasured books all for this art. Just no. Ah-ah! Moreover, I don’t have many markers. In fact, I don’t use a pen nowadays. You can’t see one inside my bag, let alone a marker.

So, I thought of using online texts/clippings. What I do is print-screen a page or an excerpt and paste it to MS Paint and there I start doing the blacking out.

I’m currently reading Emma by Jane Austen and my second attempt at blackout poetry was taken from its first five paragraphs. It’s really up to you if you want to scan the clipping first or treat it as a blank canvas. No theme. Never have, so said Austin. The aim is to just look for the words that appeal to you.

What I most love about blackouts is you not only get to make a poem; you also get to create a design. The typography and typeface fascinate me.

Then again, there are several people who turn their nose up at this blackout thingy. Is it really ‘art’, so they ask.

*awkward silence*

Well, what do you think?

Anyway my point is, the guys above and their work have been serving as my inspiration lately. The long wait, I think, is over. Of course, my interests are bound to change but let these blackouts become my thing in the meantime.

I must say I am also greatly inspired by the writers/friends I have met here on WordPress, special shout out to Ben Naga and Nelle, who seem to not run out of creative juices. What’s more, they are all very transparent about their processes. Most of the writers I have been following here are open about their techniques and how they write. I like to be educated so I like that about them very much. That’s the real treat, methinks.

This blackout poetry is, indeed, that urge. I feel like some sort of passion may have been ‘shining through’.

What about you, ladies and gentlemen? Have you ever had the urge to stick a pencil up your nose? Maybe you should. All the cool peeps are doing it.

A home

with very

little

remembrance of

affection,

intimacy,

mildness

and

many

enjoyments

is

a mournful thought.

Thinking about a

day

of

gold and

adventure!

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