Intermission: motherly support

Just now-

Mum: How’s the poem going?
Me: Hoom. I’m just reading poems.
Mum: You don’t feel sad enough yet?
Me: Nope.
Mum: Do you want me to make you feel sad and stressed? 8D
Me: Uh. No thanks.

My mother has funny ways of showing support. But hey she buys me books and does not insist on reading my poems (unless I show them) so yay. ☆彡


Sing, sing, sing-

I haven’t gotten to reading much. The past few weeks of exams had me drained (and looming black clouds all over). I suppose I would advise friends to send their children to med school if they want their sense of self worth to get lower and lower each day. As my preceptor told me: “You guys are extraordinary people. And out of your bunch, there will be more extraordinary folks.” Well, ok, I draw the line at extraordinary. I choose to be extra-extraordinary elsewhere.

A rejection too. Not one I expected. But then, ah. Little ego, you must learn, and learn some more. Slowly, slowly, said the sloth. Moving on (that’s not going to stop me, although it has me in a sort of bleak Why am I not good enough? plumbum rut).

Here is an excerpt from the most recent thing I read which I actually liked:

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

Also: some news- my poem Song is going to be in the latest from Paper Monster Press. I should have been happier when I received the news (from Tilde) but I was mostly Gloom & Doom & Tired as Fuck (thanks to exams). Anyway, good news is still good news. A couple of other awesome folks also made it in the Sandigmaan issue.

Details on the launch: April 7, 2012. United South, near University of Perpetual Help in Las Piñas City (I have no idea where that is, or how I’m going to drive all the way there. Eep.)

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