tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20414175057156681612012-02-16T21:46:00.707+08:00Words that are woven together to materialize what Aman sees with the eyes that reads.aladrianoreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-87533839172219677232008-02-27T15:29:00.006+08:002008-02-28T09:38:45.012+08:00

I salute the person responsible in creating the Lego. If the Lego is named after its inventor, then I congratulate Mr. Lego, or is it Miss.It's wonderful to remember the little smiles that I see from my brothers' faces when they played with the yellow Lego truck. It's really quite amazing. I've played Lego before but the principle behind the game is quite new to me. When you're young and

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-18102088336873796662008-02-27T15:12:00.002+08:002008-03-01T23:49:02.418+08:00

Do not feel bad about it. Don't die. Or rather, don't kill yourself. Your not supposed to. It hurts really. But it would hurt to know that they're hurt because of you. And you can't do anything about it.'Cause you're dead.

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-52470284434674545762008-02-21T10:06:00.002+08:002008-02-21T10:31:35.636+08:00

Dear Little Six-year-old Aman,Do not worry too much. You are not pathetic. Talk more with your cousins. Play fair. Do not bully the younger ones. You know you don't like it when they look sad. It eats you when they cry. They don't like it.Share your toys. It's not even yours. You'll find books more interesting. Eat a lot. Share the food with your little siblings.Do not cry. Just don't. You'll

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-58953760238084107862008-02-20T14:47:00.003+08:002008-02-20T15:10:04.732+08:00

Keeping a journal is the writer's tip of the day!Everyday you're better of writing more about the bizarre and the crazy little things that you happen to come across in your day. I mean, you'll never run out of material there! Everyday, on the contrary of what the boring people may say, is a fresh new day. It's not "just the same as yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and...

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-8733990993596327382008-02-15T13:56:00.005+08:002008-02-15T14:05:57.250+08:00

Drawing.I always thought that the one who draws is called a drawer. I always wanted to become a professional drawer. Back then in my younger years, I could actually draw the whole day away. Not thinking of anything else. Drawing was way way cooler than watching the television.The only time I thought that watching television was necessary was when I had drawer's block. I didn't know what to draw

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-76449133806087343432008-02-08T13:49:00.000+08:002008-02-08T15:02:43.195+08:00

I could have met you when I was eight in Magsaysay Park. I was skating by myself. My parents were talking with their old college friends outside the ring. They weren't roller blades, they were just shoes with four little pink wheels on them. No, my parents weren't watching me.I was busy watching my feet. Rule Number One: Do not, look at your feet when skating. Especially if it's your first time.

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-38900735791631912582008-02-06T15:20:00.000+08:002008-02-06T15:54:15.770+08:00

Laugh at the simple things around you. The sweet nothings that actually means a lot to us. They will not be with you forever. You will miss them when they're gone.A soft pillow in your head, a firm hand shake, a loving kiss and a warm greeting. Those are examples of the things we need but we usually ignore. Our lives are full of it. All we have to do, is to see them like it was the first

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-6382969666874563482008-02-04T12:06:00.000+08:002008-02-04T12:47:48.132+08:00

Bait girl.If you have come across John Donne's The Bait then you probably know what kind a girl is a bait girl. You could be one, but then again, I doubt it. Though I hope you are. Those kinds of girls are very rare these days. I am fortunate enough to meet a couple of them in my life. Knowing them satisfies me.No, I'm not here to discuss or elaborate the poem. Try not to look disappointed

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-69287410239363365222008-01-30T16:34:00.000+08:002008-01-30T17:01:30.000+08:00

Realize the truths you intentionally ignore.You are not that great. People will always bring you down and I could actually be one of them. There is always a flaw in every perfect masterpiece of yours, if you really are capable of making one. Your family doesn't like it. You may think they do but I believe they are just being polite.I know you know.Remember the insults. Don't even think of

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-57989925178178485942008-01-30T15:37:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:08:33.357+08:00

Do not run whenever a dog barks at you!I remember this black dog in our neighborhood when I was shorter than a third of a meter high. He was my nemesis. I would rather be beaten by the grade-school bully in SPED than to face that nameless dog. He was drooling all the time. I never saw that darn dog asleep.He was mangy and dirty and ugly. I once dared to look straight into his brown taunting eyes.

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-68544183722635102602008-01-30T15:16:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:04:32.000+08:00

There's this time that it rained yellow flower petals. People were quite glad of what happened. I wasn't. Never in my life did it rain yellow flower petals before. It rained blue leaves and red cotton but never yellow flower petals. I was scared.The old people told us that every time soft things started to fall from the sky, you have to swear the day the umbrella was invented. I never knew why.

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-1665616526773301292008-01-29T17:29:00.000+08:002008-01-30T17:01:44.978+08:00

Treasure sleeping. The moment you close your eyes while lying in your bed, you enter another dimension. This dimension is called Sleep. You are asleep half of your life. If you are twenty years old at the moment, then you could perhaps be asleep for ten years.Read Rip Van Winkle. I wish I was him. But it's good I'm not. I want to be awake to see the people around me grow. I want to see myself

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-50744899237956199722008-01-24T17:55:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:09:48.163+08:00

Soccer sure is fun.Just now I enjoyed my PE class playing soccer kiddie style. With white faded shirt and maroon shorts, I tried my best in hitting the ball and not hitting my classmates. When you have very poor cardio-vascular endurance, you'd easily tire in the game. Just like me.I was in the white team. My teammates were assigned to set the field while I was given the blue whistle. I had a

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-41488222069609791642008-01-23T14:09:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:11:47.195+08:00

Workshops are very tricky. It's like sticking your head to the stove and realizing that it's dangerous after you've burnt your head. A little something like that. Workshops for writers are not really as friendly as it may sound. It's a venue where a participant would submit their work and a panel would scrutinize it decide what elements of the work failed and what elements made it successful. In

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-14667686738439556362008-01-21T16:11:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:12:34.915+08:00

Aside from the fact that my name is derived from a fantasy adventure story which I really really like. My name is a very good pun. Just like in my URL address. Aman can do this. Aman can do that. Aman can cry. Aman will write. The possibilities are endless with my name being Aman.Aman of words. A man of words. Since I was little, all I've been seeing were squiggly little lines that actually meant

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-67170233580619524072008-01-21T13:25:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:13:57.276+08:00

We rise with the Sun.It's wonderful how everything is falling into place. Like little jigsaw puzzle pieces here and there. It all looks so confusing at the start but eventually you'll end up finishing the whole picture. The key is starting in the sides.I am Aman Lopez Adria. If you're a Lord of the Rings avid fan, you'd notice that my parents named me after the land of the Ainur. It means "good"

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041417505715668161.post-39908466307147546622008-01-21T01:23:00.000+08:002008-01-30T16:13:32.649+08:00

Writing behind a pseudonym has its little ups. A pseudonym is like a stage name. It's like that of an actor or an actress. Pseudonym or pen name is more associated with writers. Writers in the earlier years used the wonders of the pseudonym to be published.Before you wouldn't be published if you're black, a woman or underage. Those are just few of the many unfair rules in early publishing. The

aladrianoreply@blogger.com0