Steep mountain

I have the tendency to finish what I started, come hell or high water. I don't know if I'm like a horse with blinders on the side, or have the blinders already covered my eyes that I get blinded of things that really matter.

Anyway, all I wanted to yak about now is the prospect of immersing myself to an ardouos back-breaking task of research to finish the master's degree that I started almost five years ago. Just the mere thought of ransacking the shelves for dusty books in the library already makes me nauseated. Geeshh, I can't imagine spending hours, days or months in that cold, lonely place that is enveloped with an air of intellectual nerdness.

I just can't do it! Here's the loser in me taking center stage. Waaahhhhhhh

Flabbergasted

Packaged with a limited vocabulary and an enemy of prepositions, I have never considered myself a writer, much less a good writer! I still have so much to learn about the English language or I still have to eat truckloads of rice before I can explain what supercalifragilisticexpialidocious really mean. That’s why you just don’t know how flabbergasted I was, and still am when a real awesome writer, a much-revered magazine editor would suddenly want me to send him my articles!!! And he even went at asking me how come I had not sent a writeup for a long time, sayang daw! I had a few articles published in his magazine when he was not yet the editor. I thought those were published because the editor he replaced was a friend. “More power to your writing. Keep your pieces coming. You've got what it takes to write more and more. God bless...!” were his final messages to me in one encounter. Whoa, was I floored! Did I win a multi-million lotto jackpot? Tell meeehhhh!!!!