PhWriter11 Notepad


I just want to write , write ,write ,write.. not for anyone’s satisfaction but more for my own self expression . I have things in my mind that I want to write about, so when I grow old I have something to remind me of how life was like back then. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s a short happy note, a sad reflection, an embarrassing situation, or a disturbing event. Some people are not even worth talking to. They would  tell you of their troubles which I don’t want to get myself involved with. I ‘ve had my share of miseries. Of course I can draw a subject matter for my writings from these exchange of thoughts and musings between people. Maybe look at things from a different point of view and consider it as an eye opener for me to count my blessings. Life is full of surprises and every day should be welcomed with a smile no matter how things are. One thing to be grateful is the air we breathe, it may not be as clean but our lungs still get its dose of daily oxygen. The sun and the clouds play together across the vast sky. Though I  know it may soon start to rain again, the thought that little birds are able to fly to gather dried leaves and twigs for their nest is a very comforting when you are on a dry land. – phwriter11 6.10.13 11:03

IS it an excuse to say that my eyes are failing and  I don’t  want to do more damage to them so I have stopped reading and writing? Yes I know, I can always get a new pair of glasses. But to have these glasses on is just so uncomfortable. Or is it more the disappointment of having to wear glasses now that I am aging?


From Writer to Writer

I was organizing my notes and had to make a subcategory on writings. From Writer to Writer  are gathered quotes and inspirations from classic writers. It’s like going back in a time capsule, keeping an image in my mind how the great writers’ minds work. It is very interesting to note how each approaches their work in different styles. Some started their  work while travelling, mingling with society or in solitude, working in a different field or a craft.

Last night I read Henry Miller’s commandments, and I like Commandment #7  :


  1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.
  2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’
  3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
  4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
  5. When you can’t create you can work.
  6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
  7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
  8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
  9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
  10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
  11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.

And from Anne Lamont’s  Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life

And on the grit that commits mind to paper, she counsels:

You begin to string words together like beads to tell a story. You are desperate to communicate, to edify or entertain, to preserve moments of grace or joy or transcendence, to make real or imagined events come alive. But you cannot will this to happen. It is a matter of persistence and faith and hard work. So you might as well just go ahead and get started.

‘Bird by bird, buddy.  Just take it bird by bird.”

It ‘s either the bird or the simplicity of the thought that caught my attention.

Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.” ~ Muriel Rukeyser

I have left many trails of my poetry in my past. It was a long time ago when PCs, Ipads and blogs were not yet available. It was old school journal-writing with pen and paper, and at times with the luxury of a typewriter too (I remember typing as quietly as I could in the wee hours of the night when everybody’s asleep). They served as my emotional springboards that helped me carry on through hardships. It’s more a depiction of a suppressed writer’s passion domesticated by society’s stereotyping of women. I may not be able to retrieve them now, but that’s okay. I earned my freedom away from the crab mentality-environment others have relentlessly nurtured. No, not I. I am now free to write.

Today I follow my art to be a writer. Life is good and I will write about it.

 Listen, then make up your own mind.” ~ Gay Talese


Today is Wednesday. 12th of June. National Independence Day. I woke up feeling grumpy. I know I should have greeted the day with a smile and a happy heart. It’s our country’s 115th year of independence. But the thought of celebrating is just unacceptable for me at this time.

I see people are still starving because of poverty. I am aware of people striving to get a decent job to support their family. I sympathize with them. I know how it feels to have nothing and yet you have to go out in real life and struggle. Thinking about it, how much does it cost to prepare a simple meal of adobo and rice? A  kilo of rice and meat cost about two hundred pesos. With a meager four hundred pesos minimum wage, barely half of a daily income is left to augment other expenses like transportation, house rent and other basic necessities.  Majority of the people are within this living condition. It is not enough, has never been enough. And that’s only for those who have jobs. What about the others who have none?

Independence as defined is the state of being independent. It is the freedom from the control, influence, support, aid, or the like, of others. Politically and economically,  many are not free. I for one am not free. I have debts to settle, bills to pay, a pantry to fill up, a career to pursue, goals to fulfill, and  independence to attain. I have nothing to my name. And people misjudge a person’s capability if you have nothing. No bank account, no job, no means of livelihood, nothing . And it gets lonely at times too.

But my mind is full of ideas. Unless those ideas see some action, it will remain an idea. So time to activate these brain cells.. phwriter11 06.12.2013

Even if I read all the techy blogs and links to get updates on trends and tools, at the rate technology upgrades and evolves I may not be able to keep up with the race  in this digital age. They  are like talking German to me. I read about iOs, Android, HTML, AudioBoo, Cloud, Siri, and all the rest of the terms they now use in this technology-based world. –phwriter11 6.16.13 02:30



Woke up missing my honey. Listening to Carole King’s So Far Away I write my own lines

By the mirror I see a lonely woman

Misty eyed she seems

Without you by her side

Her heart yearns to be loved

But endless loneliness abounds

Only you can explain

That look she carries

–  phwriter11



“The years will pass insensibly, and when I am an old man I hope that I shall be able to look back on a happy, simple, peaceful life.” -W.S. Maugham,The Fall of Edward Barnard

Edward Barnard made me ponder on my retirement options: either to live on an island or the city. Noise or nature?  phwriter11 6.20.13 20:40


Loving Kindness


One morning I stumbled on a video of Special Head, a monk performing levitation in front of a live audience in a popular talent show lead me exploring and reading more about monks, dhamma and Buddhism. Not that I am considering a change in religion. I seem to like the simple and frugal life of monks. It makes life less complicated.

An introduction excerpt by Venerable Nárada Maháthera’s The Buddha and his Teachings

“ The Buddha-Dhamma is a moral and philosophical system which expounds a unique path of enlightenment, and is not a subject to be studied from a mere academic standpoint.

The doctrine is certainly to be studied, more to be practised, and above all to be realized by oneself. Mere learning is of no avail without actual practise. The learned man who does not practise the Dhamma, the Buddha says, is like a colourful flower without scent.”

And from this viewpoint I study and read to learn more. I realized it may look simple but to attain that level of mindfulness and loving kindness takes a lot of dedication from an individual. And I think that is a universal reality to self improvement. From snippets of readings , I have two phrases to start with Metta Bhavana and Samatha Bhavana. I start with Metta with an excerpt from Loving Kindness Meditation

 The good symbol for Metta (loving-kindness) is the mother cradling her baby to sleep. The baby cradled to sleep will be the result.. Such is loving kindness and its results.

Reading through The Bhikkhus’ Rules , I am slowly enlightened on the simplicity of a monk’s life  with only his robe, bowl and razor. As a writer, I will take my journey through these readings and writings about Buddha like a literary adventure and advance insights about travelling to Sri Lanka, India, and Tibet.

I try to treat whoever I meet as an old friend. This gives me a genuine feeling of happiness. It is the time to help create a happier world. –  H.H. the Fourteenth Dalai Lama 

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