Besides writing, my two other OBSESSIVE PASSIONS are singing and dancing. I sing everyday whether aloud or to myself, and can even stop what I am doing and break into song. And whenever I have some free time I dance just for fun.

That's why I love going to (Russian) restaurants. I get to dance and sing at the same time. (I always sing when I dance.) And I don't care if no one else is on the dance floor, I just get up and boogie. Plus, I end up having a small audience cause I notice people are looking my way. It's like I am performing for them. And that's awesome.

What's even better is that I've had the opportunity to perform a number of times (about eight so far) in front of an audience. When I performed in a resort talent show and in the college chorus concerts (which I was a member of) the audience was small creating a more intimate atmosphere. But there was this one time where I performed on a cruise ship in the guest talent show while sailing the high seas. The audience was much bigger then. And it was quite a different experience. But all of the performances filled me with an exhilirating rush. There's nothing like it. And I would love to do it again someday if an opportunity comes my way...

Oh, how I wish I could record an album someday. With a passion for singing and close to 300 of my written lyrics in existence I've got what to work with already...I've got a friend who's in a band so maybe he can work something out...You never know...
 

I think of myself as a sporty individual. I love sports, basketball in particular. And shooting is my forte. When I throw the ball in the air it usually goes straight into the basket.

Like this Saturday I was in the park playing some ball and I managed to make thirty baskets in a row without a single miss...I'd say about 97% of the time the ball went where it was supposed to. Now that's talent right there!

That's why I am surprised when sometimes I play a game with the guys and they hardly ever give me a chance to shoot the damn ball. They're fools I tell you. I shoot much better than most of them. Yet they're too blind to notice. That's why I stopped playing with them. I mean what's the point anyway. They hardly let me shoot or pass me the ball (even if I am open). So I just end up running back and forth like some idiot. It's better for me to shoot around on my own...I have much more fun that way...And I do get some exercise along the way.

I should have joined a team or something...Oh well!
 

All writers at one point or another get a visit from an unfriendly guest known all too well as the writer's block. And right now this annoying little creature is in my presence eating away my mind. It has gone blank... I have this strong desire to write but have no clue as to which topic to tackle. And whatever I manage to spit onto the empty paper only leaves me with dissatisfaction. Yeah, I am writing this blog right now so it seems that I don't have writer's block but this is different. Here I can write about anything and I can even mix unrelated things together. But if I am creating a poem, lyric, etc. I can't do that. There has to be focus and a lot of thought along with a play on words...So basically, I seem to lack the play on words more than anything else...Argh, if this doesn't end soon I'm gonna explode!!!
 

I hate carrying around an umbrella. My bag is heavy enough as it is. So when the forecast says a chance of rain is low I usually don’t take one with me. And for that I get it big time. It starts to pour and there’s nothing left for me but to battle the force of the gushing water the sky spits out. And to add to the fun I end up wearing some new outfit that day or shoes that shouldn’t be subjected to a lot of water. And that’s frustrating especially if I am headed somewhere other than home. But at the same time I love getting soaked. It’s refreshing and rejuvenating, especially if it’s boiling outside; a bit adventurous too when I have to dodge the overflowing river puddles.

I remember this one time during a cold winter day I had no umbrella on me and it started to pour like crazy. Visibility was low. There was no dry spot on the pavement. My dad was stuck in traffic so he couldn’t pick me up as usual. At first I decided to wait for the rain to die down but it only kept getting heavier. So I decided to take my chances and battle out the forces of nature as I shuffled for a half an hour toward my crib. Mind you that my hair was loosely hanging down my shoulders, I wore a beautiful fur coat and light sneakers, and carried a heavy hand bag, which only delayed my arrival time. Finally, after what seemed like forever I made it home. But here’s the sad part. My beautiful fur coat turned into a dripping rag, my sneakers overflowed with water, my hair felt like stuck spaghetti, and my bag was ruined…And I had a slight breakdown...

But as I look back at this memory I’m glad it happened. It was quite an adventure that tested my willpower to not give up and keep on going. Plus, I got to battle mother nature and made it home in one piece…The only thing is that I didn’t learn my lesson. I still find myself without an umbrella when it rains…

 

I love to write poetry and so whenever someone I know has a birthday I tend to write them a greeting myself instead of buying the old fashion greeting card. It makes it that much more personal and of a better quality too...A lot of the cards I find in stores don't fancy me anyway; I could spend hours in a store and still not find a decent card. So I got this idea...why don't I make my own greeting cards. It shouldn't be that hard to do. I already figured out how to make my own envelopes. Now all I have to do is to tackle the card design. After that I am all set...Just hope that my work will be appreciated by others cause not everyone who gets my personalized poetic greeting even bothers to say "thanks".

 

I am working at this wholesale company (The Tailored Sportsman) that sells fine apparel for horse riders, etc. The job I do is data entry and billing...sooooo boring...(so doesn't require a college degree). With just a half hour lunch I've got no time to even get some fresh air. And the windows are painted shut so I can't even open them. It's like being trapped in a jail cell from nine to five-thirty five days a week. Once I set foot outside at the end of the day I feel free but worn out at the same time feeling like a slave. And what do I get for that...a salary that'll never allow me to move out on my own and a feeling of depression knowing that I have to go back there the next day. I really have a strong desire to leave that dump, but I can't do that until I find something better, and that might take a while. I've only worked there for almost half a year but it feels like I've been there for ages. And I hate the owners; they're so not friendly...With my creativity and writing talent I should be able to do something better and more worthwhile. I wish someone would help me out with that. Anyone got any ideas???

 

There was this little incident at work...so hilarious that I can't stop laughing.

My phone is set to a melody of a meowing cat. Whenever the phone would ring and I wasn't there to pick it up my boss would come into the room. What he'd hear was the meowing. He couldn't understand where the noise was coming from or what it was. So, a few days later he took a ladder and a screwdriver and was about to open the ventilation system to see if there was a mouse in there. I had no idea that my phone was ringing. But in the end I figured it out. When I let him listen to my ringtone he told me that was the noise he heard. Everyone started cracking up (except him). And to this day I can't stop laughing about it...

 

I am attempting to morph my writing into a creation of depth, and darkness. I also want it to be philosophical so readers are left thinking, searching for hidden messages. And through that pondering journey they just might find a piece of their existence or something that they can relate to.

Yeah, I know that people like things to be simple so they get the answer right away but to me it's boring. A challenging piece of writing is more interesting in my opinion; it really engages the reader and leaves a lasting impression.

So, right now I want to focus on writing in that direction. Hopefully, I will be able to stay on this route. Of course, I will still craft the simpler pieces of writing from time to time. Hope you get to enjoy and experience both sides of my writing.

 

Driving, driving, driving...such an important necessity. Yet, it doesn't rank high on my list. Why, you ask? That's because the car and I are not one entity; we're not in sync, in turn leaving me uncomfortable behind the wheel. And whenever I am the passenger and someone else is driving I always hear negative commentary and cursing because the driver is unsatisfied with the way the other cars are moving. To top it off, I get occasional dreams where I am the driver of a car and things always end up going wrong. (Sometimes the car falls into the ocean...Sometimes the car is mashed by a truck...Sometimes the car catches fire...) Anyway you get the picture.

So while I know that I need to start driving, all of these things turn me off from doing so. So instead of getting somewhere fast, I end up taking public transportation and doing a lot of walking, which takes hours. There has to be someway to conquer this, but right now I don't know how. Until this gets resolved I have no choice but to remain a pedestrian.
 

I enjoy immersing myself in the creative arts. They are a big part of my life. It's an awesome adventure crafting new ideas for my writing, brainstorming new ways of going about a task, preparing a new dish for dinner, exploring new sites. Because I am passionate about singing, writing, dancing, cooking, traveling, visiting museums, and brainstorming I consider myself to be a creative individual in this curious world. Hence the creation of my pen name "Creative Child" on this site.

I've just opened the door into my creative world to you, the curious wonderer, and hope you'll do the same. Until then, hope we'll meet again and embark on new adventures.