Seeds.

collecting seeds since '13.

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Seedblog 12.7: Instant Story 7

For this story, I was playing with the concept of how much memory we put into or associate into objects that we decide to keep in our room. And its placement in the room is also not arbitrary, we choose to put things in its certain places with its certain memory because that's when we decide whether or not it's a good story to tell or if it's something we should keep for just certain people. And then I used the characters of a mother and a daughter because it is believed that a mother knows everything about her child but at the end she comes home with all these new information about her daughter through the objects in her room.

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Seedblog 12.6: Instant Story 6

A story of strangers and kept promises. I think when I was writing this instant story, I was thinking of the concept of promises and how the people we trust to not break promises are usually the ones who do. And those we expect to break promises, usually don't. And so it happens in this strange encounter with someone on a day you're not particularly a fan of.

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Seedblog 12.5: Instant Story 5

This story could have a Maturation plot wherein something you're so used to having around is suddenly taken away from you, how do you act upon it? When you're forced to mature will you succumb to the force? Or will you hopelessly wait for that thing taken away from you to come back so for now you'll sleep on the couch? 

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Seedblog 12.4: Instant Story 4

This story would most likely head into the direction of an almost love story. Like, you have all the elements present in a simple, straightforward love story, and just when we're about to think that the almost will turn real, we're faced with reality that it doesn't really happen the way we want it to be. Just like in our lives where we almost always have almost-love-stories.

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Seedblog 12.3: Instant Story 3

Unrequited love perhaps? Right now it looks a bit shallow but if I were to develop this into a full blown story it would probably be dealing with the issues of when and how do we take rejections from someone we care about. When is enough really enough? How do we interpret and misinterpret words spoken to us? 

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Seedblog 12.2: Instant Story 2

This story could be about a reflection of our society and how we come across information nowadays, and what we do with said information. Especially if the information we get is something that could possibly change radically an aspect of the society and more importantly our lives, what do we do with it? Do we act upon the given information or do we simply ignore it?

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Seedblog 12.1: Instant Story 1

If I were to expand this story more, it would most likely become a story about two strangers getting opinions from each other on a random day. What makes it appealing, for me, is the contrast between the two characters. The girl is this young, carefree, artsy, freethinker while the man is an office worker who seems to have everything in a cubicle. They get insights from each other and they understand the world better through someone who is the total opposite of them. But then after they part, they never meet again. I guess it's a reflection of how we get our road-to-eureka moments in our lives. It's delivered by the most random person ever and most of the time, you don't get to see them anymore.

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Seedblog 11.7

Beginning 

It was all cream. The whole room was painted cream and it gave off the immediate feeling of warmth and coziness. The floor was wooden and it creaked in a way it’s supposed to. The way you’d know it’s authentic wood. Her desk situated beside the door quarter-filled with her beauty products, quarter-filled with her notebooks and papers, and half-filled with her album collection, some were vinyl records, some were just CDs of different singers and bands dating from as early as the 20s to the present.

In a corner were a few instruments she owned—a piano, a guitar, and a little shaker. One wall was devoted to her closet with a bookshelf in the middle filled with books she has read multiple times.

Her mom was visiting her for the first time in her first owned place.

She was excited but at the same time nervous, what would she think of her place?

Middle

Her mother arrived with an already discriminating gaze, looking at every corner, making sure she doesn't miss a detail.

And then they go to her room.

"Wow,"

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's a good thing," she smiled and her daughter loosened up. And then she started telling exciting stories about each item in her bedroom.

End

Her mother had to go home but then she realized how much more she knew about her daughter just by visiting her new room.

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Seedblog 11.6

Beginning

The smell of the pavement after raining

Smoke from cigarettes

The smell of the sea breeze

Everything was irritating her, the smell, the sight, the noise, it has become too familiar that it was getting on her nerves.

Then a guy with big framed glasses sat next to her which annoyed her even more.

Middle

she stood up and walked away from the bench but she jumped when she realized he had followed her.

she walked faster but he kept up

"What is your problem?"

He didn't answer.

She ran as fast as she could without looking back.

But there he was again in front of her.

"What do you want from me?"

"Just a little bit of your time to listen to my problems."

"That's it?"

"That's it. And then I'm out of your hair in no time."

"Okay. Fine."

And so he told his story.

End

He had told her his problems and then he left. Just like that.

"At least he kept his promise." she said and walked the opposite direction.

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Seedblog 11.5

Beginning

He doesn’t have a bed. He just sleeps on the floor next to his pet Pug named Roberto. It’s not that he’s poor or anything, he just prefers to sleep on the floor next to his dog. 

He lives alone in an apartment he pays for himself; he has a good job, even a nice car, a good girlfriend, and a happy family. He just really likes the floor.

One day, Roberto got out of his apartment while he was out for work because he forgot to put him in his little cage that was more of a little room.

Middle

He comes home and realizes Roberto is gone.

he calls the receptionist and asks if she has seen Roberto. "No," she replied.

End

That night he slept on the couch thinking of Roberto and his whereabouts.

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Seedblog 11.4

Beginning

He looked like he just came from his house. He’s patiently waiting for someone. He’s alone in the table. He checks his phone every five seconds. He looks worried and nervous; it’s almost like he’s about to cry. 

The bell from the door rang and he look at its direction. 

a couple comes in 

Girl:Sino yung kumausap sayo kanina?

Boy:Si Tina? Classmate ko nung high school. She’s studying in CSB now.

Girl: So why is she here?

Boy: She’s visiting! We’re both from the South naman e. Ngayon na lang ulit siya nakabalik ng South since nagdodorm siya dun sa Taft.

Girl: I was just asking (sigh)

  The boyfriend leaves the girl and the girl looked helpless but at the same time pissed.

Boy and girl suddenly looks at each other's direction

Middle

boy had the sudden urge to approach the girl

"I'm spoken for" she said

"I know. Me, too"

they spent the whole afternoon together just talking.

End

they part ways and went back to who spoke for them.

they never saw each other again.

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Seedblog 11.3

Beginning

He had one of those beds that you can hide in the wall. I think it’s called Hidden Wall Bed. Yeah, those. He likes it so much because it saved so much space. He is so particular with space, especially his personal space. He has a rule that you’re not allowed to be a foot near him. It didn’t matter who you were in his life; you had to respect that rule. That rule would also explain his being single his whole life but he didn’t mind; not one bit. He just needed his space.

An 18 year girl who is very confident and friendly

they happen to be in the same coffee shop called Coffee Prince that hot summer's day.

she accidentally spilled her drink all over his table and some of the liquid ended up on his lap.

Middle

"I'm so sorry! Here let me get that for you!" She said in a rush while wiping his table and then proceeding onto his lap.

He stood up and walked a foot away from her.

They looked at each other.

"Please don't ever do that again," he whispered loud enough for her to hear.

"I'm really sorry."

And then he walked away.

End

For some unknown reason, she would wait in that cafe everyday, hoping to see him again.

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Seedblog 11.2:

Beginning

Ever since the iPad was invented, there was no day that I didn’t see her carrying this. I think, now, it would be hard to imagine her without it.

While she was tinkering with it, she came across an article “Solon wants death penalty for illegal logging”

She has the urge to do something about it

Middle

She is now an advocate of the bill for death penalty for illegal loggers

She receives threats that they will harm her children if she doesn’t stop what she’s doing

She doesn’t stop

End

She came across another article online: “The Lost Lamb”

There comes a time when you think you’ve reached your breaking point and you don’t know what to do with your life anymore. One day, I thought I reached mine. I was so stressed out with life, everything was just going wrong, everything was against me. My academic life was monotonous but also stressful at the same time (if that makes sense), and for what’s left of my existing social life, I could just not live up to society’s standards of common courtesy with people in my social circle—in simple terms, I could not care less about them. And then in my family, I just felt left out, not because they’ve chosen to ignore me but because I’ve chosen to ignore them. Because I believed I have every right to do so, because I was busy, I was so busy with school. So busy that I didn’t even attend Church anymore. And I think that was what broke me. Of all the things I could have neglected I chose to neglect my faith, over what? School? Priorities, Chuchay!! And so when I attended Church again, I felt grounded. I felt that even though I know I still carry with me all the burdens I could possibly think of, I was given hope that I could overcome them all. And I did. And so the lost lamb was found. 

 She didn't stop fighting after that.

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Seedblog 11.1:

Beginning

A girl carelessly dropped her bag on the grass

She sits next to it and rummaged through her things

Then a man talking about construction walks past her

Middle

“I always hated the thought of being in an office, being confined in a small cubicle, and doing the same boring thing everyday for at least 8 hours and not to mention answering to a boss. I don’t want to be like that. I want to be my own boss.” She mumbles but apparently it was loud and clear enough for the man to hear.

The man stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl.

He looked at her with an curious expression

End

They spent the whole afternoon talking about anything they could think of.

They became each other’s mentors.

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Seedblog 10.7: Sad Songs

I’m sad. I’m a mess. I’m nothing. I want the feelings to be gone. But i dont think it’s going away anytime soon. I hate it. It’s the same old problem!! I promised myself the cycle has got to stop. But damnit i’m still in love with you! And i thought telling other people that i dont like/love you anymore would do the trick. But nothing’s happening.

Wait let me change the song. It’s killing the mood.

Okay there. Back to a sad song. Because that’s what I am. A sad song. My life is a sad song. The saddest, maybe. I just…i miss you. But i dont want to. I want the feelings to go away. I want you to go away. But i really dont want you to go anywhere. I want you to stay in my life. But i want you to leave…at least until the feeling’s gone. Which i hope is possible. I dont think it is.

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Seedblog 10.6:

 I put two and two together. You were leaving. Again. It didn’t take me long to figure it out. You’ll be gone. I’m a lot smarter than you think. I know, like how I know when you’re sad, like how you know when I’m mad.

          I don’t know why I’m sad about you leaving, you’ve done it before, haven’t you? Why must it matter to me now? Of course, all those times you’ve left me, you have given a fair warning. Thank you for that. But this time…this time you look at me and say everything’s okay, you talk forever with me but your eyes, your eyes just give it away. You’re leaving and you’re not coming back. Not like all those times you’ve left me but I wasn’t sad, because I knew you’d come back.

          “Look at those two,” you told me one day. I looked at the couple in front of us going at it, I giggled. “Disgusting,” you muttered. This time I laughed. You were always so tough when you were around me. But I don’t think you know that I know how awkward you are when you’re around other people.

          But I must say, I always found your awkwardness very attractive.

          Who will I go on dates composed of making fun of other couples, learning Tengwar, and doing bad remakes of our favourite scenes from the Lord of the Rings? Who now? Surely you’ve thought about that? Surely you’ve come up with some back-up plan. You were always the future tense when I was the present, you always think ahead when I only think of now. 

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Seedblog 10.5: Just because it's raining

It’s been awhile since it rained and I was sitting all alone entertaining my own thoughts. It feels nice, yes. To be alone with my thoughts and listening to the sound of the rain. It feels nice to not have anyone to talk to because after awhile it gets tiring and the conversation is just forced. It’s nice to actually just be alone and think of all the things you want. Anything you want.  But of course, all the thinking would come to a point where it would be about you again. And then I’m sad again. Like right now. Now, it’s not so soothing anymore. Now, I feel lonely. Now, the rain is making me feel sad. Because it just is. Now, you’ve clouded my mind again even though I have told myself multiple times that it shouldn’t happen anymore. Because it’s not suppose to. Like how Kim wasn’t supposed to be with Edward because it’s just not meant to be. Though they have their memories that they can always reminisce on nights like this one. But that’s just it. They’re just memories. To be remembered, to be told, or to be forgotten.