Kaye's Notes

I’d say I had a pretty normal childhood.   After school, I’d come out and play with my neighbors.  But most of the early 15 years of my life was spent alone.  Oh no, I was not lonely.  Excuse the cliché. If I didn’t feel like going out to play with friends, I had another group of friends – few stuffed toys and reads.  Yes, you read that right..reads.  My parents love to read and so do I.  If there’s anything that we spend our money without feeling guilty, it would be reading materials.   Please don’t get the wrong impression.  I have said this before, I’m a narcotic reader.  I got that from my family.   It was late 90’s (I was around 9-10 years old) when I visited my hometown, Bayugan, Agusan del Sur that I came across my Granny’s collection of Reader’s Digest along with my Dad’s few collection of Archie Comics, too (you can tell now that I’m the type who can’t get her hands off on family treasures).  I wa...

This is not a tutorial on how to cheat.  I just wanted your attention.  Worked, right? :p This entry is merely trying to let-out a feeling of disgust.  As someone who writes as an expression of art (and does it for a living too), I really abhor people who "copy and paste" other people's work.  It's sad and despicable to acknowledge that some people just take pride on stealing other people's intellectual property/ies and plagiarize.  It's one thing to be a ghost-writer and another to be completely discredited over a work that you toil all day, if not, all night long. Take for example my attitude for Math.  I was and still am bad at Math but I'm proud to say that I never cheated my way out of it.  My classmates can attest that I hate cheating.  I wouldn't want to find myself trying to explain to the teacher how I solved the problem.  To cheat and gain good impression from your friends and the public, only strengthens and affirms a cheater'...

                 A lot has happened over the past year and I have not exactly made time to write.   Not because I was busy but because I felt that I was not ready.   Now here I am at 11:15pm and trying to make an entry that would make sense to my readers.                  But nah, who am I kidding?  Who reads my blogs? It doesn’t even have an entry that is worthy of reading.  It has actually crossed my mind that I could be the only person reading these!  Never mind though, I started this blog to share my isms though I sincerely would want to be able to inspire people through my writing.  To my dismay, however, I have been very irresponsible on putting my skills in good use.                 I have been writing ever since I can remember.  I am not a bri...

Being a self-proclaimed artist, allow me to label myself as an art enthusiast. But before anything else, let me tell you a fragment of the story of my life so you’ll know how I became an artist. I was an only child of a very hardworking pair of power couple who were overachievers on their own right. Since they [my parents] both had to have a job so they could provide me a comfortable life, I ended up ushering myself to school activities where both, if not, one of them should have been there to support me. Nevertheless, I didn’t feel pity at all because I understood why it was impossible for them to show up on an activity that didn’t exactly need their immediate attention. As a result, I became independent. My parents introduced me to books and reading materials at a very early age. They encouraged me to do a lot of reading and comprehension while waiting for them to come home from work. It didn't take long till I grew fond of reading [it reached to a point that I couldn...