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.