First Transcription (par deux)

This is a continuation of what I was transcribing a few days ago. A compendium of my inane juvenile fancies.



I also want to play games - educational [I think I meant to say intellectual] games like chess. I've a knack for chess. [This is assuming much than what is true] I wish to join the Barcelona, Spain Olympics '90 for chess department, how's that?! Alan Peña, a schoolmate of mine is my trainer. He wishes me victory. I want to master the rubix cube. I want to form all the words I have memorized by heart with my scrabble. I want to play mind bogglers, word factory, and lots of them. I'm sporty too. I [would] like to make different exhibitions on bike and scateboard. I['d] like to throw a whoozing ball on soccer and football. I like to be straight-bodied and broad-shouldered so I'll learn to swim. I want to play baseball. But up to now, I have never played these sports. And I want to play ping-pong and tennis too. But I don't want to be athletic.



I am also a bookworm. I want to read Agatha Christie and Sherlock Holmes. I used to read Nancy Drew Mystery series. Up to now I still read Encyclopedia Brown. Among my favorite characters in books are Hercule Poirot, Jane Marple and Encyclopedia Brown. (Re: just recently and I should consider him above all the rest - Sherlock Holmes) I want to read books such as How to be a Leader, Better English Made Easy, and Word Power. Now, I've browse thru classics like Mythology (by Edith Hamilton) also juvenile books such as Otis Spofford and Judy Blume's, all types of pocketbooks forlight reading. I['d] love to read Jane Eyre, Good Earth, Iliad, Odyssey, Aeneid, Sophocles, Euripides and Aeschylus, also Shakepeare's volumes, Scarlet Letter, Gulliver's Travels, Call of the Wild, Diary of Anne Frank, Divine Comedy, Les Miserables, Robin Hood, King Arthur and His Knights, To Kill a Mocking Bird ... but I don't have much books.



[I should say that I new what the classics were and what would be very good readings to develop the mind. At the time, when I was in the Philippines, I do not have access to such books/volumes. I never would have been able to read them. I only knew about them from my subjects at school when we talked/brushed on them. I'm thankful that I am now at a place where I can fulfill my juvenile dreams :)]



I want to be an artist, like my father. I love to paint nature and create frescoés, murals, icons out of my imaginations. I want to sketch houses. I'd love to raid houses and inspect its interior. I also want to build them like an architect does. I've even made a blue print of my future house. [Wonder where that is now. Possibly gone.] I saw a similar house to my ideal one printed in a magazine. Last night, I travelled along our subdivision. Along my walk I see the inside of those houses which have remained a mystery to me by day. I can see through, even the people living in it. What do you see from outside the house on a clear night? A view of what's inside! Too bad nothing really happened. I wish to witness a bloody murder but the people in my neighborhood aren't too clever to commit a crime. But who wants a crime.

I want to have masterpieces in sculpture like Rodin's, the Thinker, Myron's Discolobus and Nike - The Wingerd Victory or even Michelangelo's Pieta. [Wow what a braggart. I'm think I'm boasting here to show that I know the works of these masters]. I learned them all from History class. [Right on]. Behind all these notions one thing is for sure, I couldn't paint that Mona Lisa smile the way Leonardo da Vinci did. Well I'm also a great collector. I collect hundreds of things. From tissues to stationeries, bags to books, boxes, cards, clips, wrappers, dolls, friends, clains, letters, mugs, magnets, souvenirs, novels, pencils, peoms, stickers, tags, receipts, bankbooks, verses, films, name tags, games, casefiles, articles, files, records, usables. I'm a philatelist, philologist - lover of words, philosopher - of wisdom and a bibliophile - lover of books. Oh! and a numistmatist - a coin collector. My two greatest collection are the PILE and the FILES. I never seem to throw away anything...

...Except when I'm raging with fury. Ha! I'm really a die ard for martial arts. But my motive is not good. I also want to kill anybody who has done wrong to me and I don't like that. I want to show off and that's not good too. I'll try to think of other motives. Hmmm... perhaps I'll take it as a sport and maybe I'll join tournaments that will give me P that way I'll be able to help my mom in my college. Sometimes, I want to go to Japan and learn karate there. I'm really nuts at karate. I like Jackie Chan. My mom's friend is a black belter whose willing to teach me, I don't know when to start.

(Re: My ardour for the martial arts has started to slow down. I no longer smoulder at Jackie Chan movies although I'm still interested to learn.)


Now, I've written almost 3 books. I said almost because there aren't finished yet. I have written 3 feature articles and lots of news reports in the SPRING - my H.S. school organ. I really like writing and I write to express not to impress. Did I ever told you before that my name was printed. It was because of a letter I sent to the editor of a woman's magazine to send me copies of a then favorite column by Donald J. Sobol, Solve-it-a-crime. I was so die hard of it that I wrote right away to ask them for reprints. I waited impatiently for their personal letter. But it came out that they printed my letter. They omitted some parts, good for me, I was begging them to death. I never knew they would print it. I was depressed at their answer to my request. They wouldn't send me any. So I just left them that way. At least my name, address and a descent letter is printed in a magazine that is released all over the Philippines. Many also read it and told the news to me. A few weeks later, auntie Minnie showed me again a magazine containing my name and that some reader is trying to defend me. So that's it.

[In actuality I didn't know that a response to my letter/request was made. My two classmates, Leny Q and Tin-Tin DR were the ones who read it in a magazine and consequently informed me. One of them also graciously gave me a copy. As my family were not subscribers. My grandmother borrowed those magazines from a neighbor. Anyhow, the articles are actually from a book by the same author, Donald J. Sobol titled "Two Minute Mysteries" first published in 1967. I now own the book. Along with 2 other books in the series, "More Two Minute Mysteries" (1971) and "Still More Two Minute Mysteries" (1975). Got it on the sale shelf at my local Borders for no less than $3.99, take that! This is just one of the many things that I appreciate about being in America. I am most thankful for the One above. Here in the US, I have access to so many things. My whims, my ambitions, my "westernized" interests that I would probably not have indulged myself with, had I been in the Philippines. And for many reasons which I will discuss in a different blog. So! Well. There's still more to type. I can't believe I've written so much. To be continued.]

1st Transcription

Written circa 1989

I have a lot of things to tell you.

I am 5heyenne Hidalg0, a teenager. Last September 24, I became 16. I enjoy being alone in a quiet place. Thinking. I think a lot. But I have a problem. I think fast. And that's not my problem. I forget faster than I think. Ideas come to mind. Too many of them. Just when I am about to grasp those ideas to use, they pop out of my mind. But I still think, think and think. I always wonder, cudgel ones brains. Sometimes I step on excellent ideas, others were just good ones, othertimes its bad and at times it's worse, really worst and it will be much worse if I tell what they were. So never mind. You'll know what I think from now on because I am going to state it all to you if I want to. And I always wanted to.

Eventhough I meditate a lot, I didn't turn out to be a genius but I sincerely wish to know more. You'll learn more from me as you read along.

There are four dreams I want to attain. These are my grandioses....
To be a martial arts expert, a private eye detective spy, a military officer and a journalist-writer-columnist. Aside from these I have less eminent aspirations like writing books for everyone and memorizing the dictionary. [Ambitious!] Moreover, I have a thousand whims.

I've got passion for fashion. I like clothes a lot although I don't have much of them. I can create dashing outfits out of simple ones. I just found out this talent when I began to be more daring on wearing such clothes. When I became 16. [Should be written as: I just found out this talent when I began to be more daring in my wearing clothes now that I am 16]. I could create dull attires to flambouyant ones. [Should be written as: I could transform dull attires into flambouyant ones]. I think I could create fantastic combinations from T-shirts to jeans and scarves and espadrilles relevant to today's mode. I never dreamed to be a fashion designer nor a model. [I think I meant to say that: But I never would have dreamed that I would be a fashion designer nor a model].

I know that I am not intelligent but I want to be as intelligent as Mr. Baes and Mr. Magtagnob [My HS math teachers] and I want to be scrupulously wise as Ms. Canasta. [My HS World History and Social Science teacher] I want to have the wisdom King Solomon has. I want to be broad-minded like Jessel Pamulaklakin, as shrewd as Armand Yambao. [Both are classmates and good friends]. I want to know a lot of things like Encyclopedia Brown. I want to be a thinker, I want to have brain power. I want to be clever like Dr. Haledjian [a character in Donald J. Sobol's Two Minute Mysteries book series]. I want to be erudite. I want to be perspicacious, sharp, smart and well informed. I want to be highly educated. I want to be knowledgeable, au courant, aware, conscious, scholastically learned. I want to have the ability, capacity and intimacy.

But, I don't want to be bonkers, psychotic, shrink, nuts, psychopath, [boy, I really used my thesaurus] insane, deranged... in other words crazy, please! another one - lunatic.

This an annotation written in 1992 as I was trascribing this note into the notebook. "You must understand that I have not been born naturally gifted. It has been my endless craving that I be civilized and nurtured [I think I meant cultured] to the fullest."

Introductions

I like to take notes. I started to formally compile them in a volume of notebooks through a good part of my late teen years. There is one I titled "Me, Myself and I" started in 1992. Here is what's written on the first page. I will try as much as not to edit the text no matter how much I am tempted to.

Whatever is written in this piece of book shall be the expression of myself through writing. It is a collection of my literatures eversince I've been conscious of doing it. It is my laboured work which I have endeavored to accomplish. Even if it sounds or might appear to be awkward and uncouth, it is my ending desire to express my soul and explore the reality that I have manage to push through this workmanship.

April 1992

On the succeeding page, I have these written on the lower right-hand corner.

What you shall read hereafter this page, is a suppose-to-be novel, which I have written sometime in 1989 when I was at the peak of my youthful years.

Behind this page, I wrote a sort of a dedication for the novel that I would have written:

"This book is dedicated to anyone who feels that I dedicated this book to him or her. Whoever you may be, I sincerely wish you know me more and you understand who really I am and what I wanted to explain. Hope you appreciate it, really."

October 1989

LIFE: ON EARTH

Prologue:
This book is written as a counterpart of the lifelong novel of xxxxxxxx x xxxxxxx. It is the author's story about life and all that it entails.

The purpose of this book is to document whatever is in the mind of the writer that she wanted to express through writing.

I write here as though I am embarking on a solemn journey. I speak as if I have surpassed many travails in life. Not quite so. But this was the impression I have at the time. I endured many trials and because of those expriences, I had a feeling of being above others . One might say that I have a chip on my shoulder. Whenever I re-read these notebooks, I get different reactions. 5 years ago, it all seemed ridiculous and mundane. There were times that I find it very contradicting, then would come a time that I would marvel at the pun. When I've read it recently, it provided the same entertainment I gained as when I was composing it. I am embarrassed at the silliness of it all. But then, I face myself, in disgrace.

Birth of a Blog

I want to say that I am pleased with the title of my blog. I wanted something that's catchy. Something that will reflect my heritage, a word that I would have coined.

Lagablag is, and I could be wrong here, I have to verify it. Since I am so poor in my native language (pity). Lagablag is a Tagalog word, that I think, means noise or resounding noise. Which is like me or this blog because I am/it is a mere noise in the buzz of this world.

On Blogging

The oldest diary that I could find evidence amoung my accesible things was from when I was 13. Apparently, I got it as a gift for my birthday. I've kept a journal ever since. Though ... I vaguely remember that I had sort of started one much earlier than that. I remember contemplating about suicide when I was 11 years old and writing it on a makeshift notebook that I created/recycled from old notebooks with blank leaves. It had a black cover, supposedly showing my dark, gloomy disposition. Yes, I guess, I was depressed very early in my life. But worry not, there are ups and downs in this life. And you'll hear/read more of my bright and positive of my reflections. I'll reserve the murky ones for another blog.

So where was I? I digress. Which will be usual , you will notice. I mentioned journals because I intend to include in here some of my entries. Actually, I also keep notebooks jotting/logging down my thoughts, prose, quotes, conversations with myself, ideas, etc. etc. Some of them may find it's way here too.

Such as the below.... The following was written 2 days ago ... on a notepad ... anything that appears in [ ] would mean that I added the text in between at the time that I am transcribing it to the blog. In other words, they are my point-in-time annotations. So here it goes. When I was younger I used to think that I would keep a journal so I could publish a novel of my life. But as I grow older, I began to think .... who would want to read about me? Why would anyone besides myself would be interested in little old me. Surprisingly, I didn't tell myself "well, why don't you do something that would make them interested in you". Errr, too much work. I'm too lazy.

I still don't think that people would take an interest in my writings. [But if you find yourself reading this... unless you are myself...then I am wrong.] They may not even know me. Only I will enjoy my writings. [That is right, one must write about things that interest them and I am very interested in myself.] Only I will read and re-read them. Only I can get the jokes. Only I can understand them.

A Blog Revamped...

Alright, I'll have to do this real quick. I find it hard to make the intro for this renewed blog. I'd like it to be really neat and entertaining. But I'm not getting the right state of mind, the verve, the vigor. Alas! I will have to start it somehow, while I still have the time. Lest, I'd be pre-occupied again once I get assigned another project. I'll do a much better intro next time. I'll just fudge the date/time stamp. Hahaha!

Well okay, people usually start their blogs by describing what's it about. This one is going to be a selfish one, not much different from other blogs I would reckon. It's going to be all about me, my life, my thoughts and experiences. Past, present and future. And while we're at it, let me just say that the postings on this site are my very own and do not represent, in any manner or fashion, the views or opinions of my family, employer, community, neither my race. Though, it may highly be influenced by them. So this is all about me, for me, for my own consumption and edification. You may be entertained as you read along. And if that be so, it would a pleasure.

There. I've introduced it. I shall now continue. Whee!!! I'm so excited :)

Oh and I dedicate this to the One above, whom I should really give my glorification.

My Card

My name .... Sheyenne Hidalg0
Childhood ambitions .... i have four. 1) be a martial arts expert as influenced by jackie chan kung fu movies 2) be a private eye detective spy as influenced by nancy drews mystery books 3) be a journalist as inspired by my grandmother 4) be a military officer as inspired by the tv series tour of duty
Fondest memory .... i really don't remember
Indulgence ..... chocolate
Last purchase .... dvd, fraggle rock DVD
Inspiration ..... i ask myself this question, what inspires me in life? what inspires me to live? why don't i just kill myself, aha! because I have my family, there you go, my family is my inspiration
My life .... right now, is great. I love it.
My Card ..... is American Express

Documentation

Word is the essence of existence
Word is idea materialized

My Place of Enchantment

my day dreams and imaginations


I would not exchange my leisure hours for all the wealth in the world - Comte de Mirabeau

On God

If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him.
Voltaire (Epistle on the "Three Imposters")

On Cheating

in my highschool yearbook ... i was quoted as a cheatbuster
and my classmates hated my guts for it

On Work

my work is my pride.

i think that it is the one thing that is in order and good in my life. it is not like my family that I cannot help or control and not the place where I (or can) ignore problems. it's not about my personal weight problem. it's not about my love life. or lack of it.