Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

I couldn't even remember the first time I write my thoughts... My father has always been fond of writing, and both he and my mother always encourage me to write in a diary ever since I'm little. I remember that I used to write about the simplest thing, the huge rat I saw at a dumpster near my school, the binder book my friend's mother gifted to me out of the blue, the drama of elementary school girls. My entry would be filled by only a few lines about what happens to me that day. Sometimes it doesn't even contain anything particular, I just wrote that nothing special happened to me that day. Although, my inconsistency apparently has shown its seeds even then, since I couldn't write consistently for more than several days. Consistency has always been an enemy of mine in the case of creative process. Writing, painting.... I still can't comprehend how artists can draw their character repeatedly without needing to be in (what I call) Copying Mode (basically it...

The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea My impression after reading this book is...  beautiful . It is quirky, thoughtful, sweet, and beautiful .  It will make you smile, and cry, and cry some more, and eager for more, more, more . What happens after this? What about him? Are they going to be alright?  And rest assured, I read that this book is a part of a series, so, any curiosity and demand for more will, probably, be sated. So, this will be my Review/Summary of this book. And I warn you, IT CONTAINS SPOILERS . LOTS . OF. SPOILERS . Don't say I didn't warn you. Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire? The protagonist in this book, Ari, is a 15-year-old Mexican-American contemplative ...

"When you like someone, would you try to get close to them, or would you rather watch from afar?" "Why would anyone just watch the person they like without doing anything?" "I don't know. Maybe they're scared, maybe they're inexperienced. Maybe they don't know what to do and just looking at the person they like is enough." "That's idiotic, what if the person you like is liked by someone else, someone bolder and who doesn't just watch from a distance." "Distance is a safety measure. They may be cautious." "I'll use another C to call it, Cowardice ." "Hm. I've done both, though. When it's someone I already know and knows me, when liking them is slowly realizing that they are more than just who I thought they were, I'll try to get closer. Because I know them, I understand the dynamics. I know what not to do to keep them by my side." ...

I like my face.  I'm not saying it to sound vain,  but I do like it. My face is not overly pretty.  Nor is it badly shaped. It is a perfectly normal human face. But I like my face.  There are times  When my tears run down my cheeks When my eyes are red-rimmed and glassy When my nose is puffy and snotty All drawn clearly on my face But I like my face Because the marks won't stay long My cheeks will soon be dried  My skin will soon be back to its color I like it I like my face Because my face won't tell  about what happened  behind the closed door of my room My face won't tell  about what happened  to the soaked pillow on my bed My face won't tell And I will smile

For me, falling in love is not the time you see someone or something and thinks,  I love...   But rather, it was the time when you already know somebody, and they might or might not be dear to you, but they are  there  and then that  something  triggered the Fall and you just realize that, Yes .  YES, this what I am willing to bind my whole life to.  And I know I wouldn’t regret it even if nothing will come from my feelings.  Because I realize that that is inevitable.  Because it was Beauty . And for that beauty, I am willing to  fight , to  accept , to  try , to  believe . Because it is Beauty and it’s worth it. But would I find the one I can share this thought with?