1. What are your reasons for having a blog?
I’ve tried and tried to be a consistent everyday blogger, but the fact remains that I never am and probably never will be (R.I.P. my former blogs). So my current blog is here for me to manifest whatever’s inside, whenever I feel something that disturbs or excites my heart. But that disturbance or excitement just comes and goes.
2. What do you do before bedtime?
Honestly, plan what to do the next day. I try to squeeze in fifty pushups or a short story, or a chapter of a novel if I can.
3. What will your dream wedding be like?
I haven’t thought that far yet.
4. What is the city of your dreams and why?
New York City. I wish to be one with the runners, writers and photographers stretching the limits and bounds of human creativity and culture. NYC cultivates such an environment that can never be rivaled nor surpassed by any other city.
5. Is there a special song out there that inexplicably describes your
life/love life/hate life? Explain.
Right now, “Stop and stare” by One Republic. I think I’ve hit a brick wall in terms of what I want to do with my life. And I’m staring at the damage I’ve left behind, wondering if all of those things were necessary to get here. I know I’m moving, but my navigation systems aren’t that calibrated as I expected them to be.
7. Do you trust easily?
No. I have trust issues. Mainly because if I can do it my way, why leave it to chance?
8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Suck it up and move on.
9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
The brick walls.
10. What is your best quality?
Never giving up.
11. How easily do you forgive?
I find it hard to.
12. How do you see yourself?
Next year, I’ll be in NYU or Fordham studying Creative Writing. Then I’ll be teaching English to college students. Then I’ll be working on a book. Simultaneously, I’ll be lost in the streets of New York, trying to capture with my camera the extraordinary everyday moments that New Yorkers either ignore or have grown cynical of. And I’ll be back with the Nike Running Club, tearing down Central Park.
13. Of all places in the world, real or imaginary, where do you feel like you belong?
New York City.
14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
She’s beautiful.
15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
I don’t see why I have to choose between these two. Can I be a rockstar?
16. Do you cook? What’s the most memorable thing you have ever cooked or baked?
I’ve tried to, especially when I was with my mother, but I guess my most memorable experience was when I tried baking a cake. Not for the food, but for the oven. I turned it on, without lighting the flame and left it there for 30 minutes. Then after realizing that, I hurriedly lit it up. BOOM. The whole kitchen shook, and I think I was deaf for about 15 seconds
17. Do you ever wonder if the way you see things visually aren’t how other people see them?
I wonder why I can’t fully express everything that I feel inside. I wonder why I am struggling to interpret whatever I see on the blank page of my word processing software.
18. What kind of sounds are the most annoying?
Farts, burps, the piercing horror of chalk rubbed on the blackboard, jackhammers, and the phone ringing at 6 am.
19. Are you happy with your current job?
Yes I am, I’ve been blessed with the chance to affect the lives of more than a hundred students with my words, beliefs and actions. I’ll tell you a secret – I haven’t gotten paid yet. And I just realized why. Somehow, my subconscious has wanted to figure out if I’m just here for the money or not. And in my current, broke state, I still don’t feel the emptiness of life. So that’s a good sign. I’m not contented though. This is just a pit stop on my road to something more.
20. What were your parents going to name you if you’d been born the opposite sex?
Josephine. Hopefully they were not planning to name me the DIRECT female counterpart of my three first names (Josephine Georgina Michelle). That would sound awful.
P.S. I’d really like to take out the “Georg.” Never used it, never felt it important nor relevant. It was just there.
