Friday, 21 March 2025

A WRITER'S MUSING: The Day Dream Begins

The Day Dream Begins


In a tavern, let’s say somewhere in a small village in England, C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien were having an afternoon chat. They occupied the biggest table at the center of the tavern, where all the people could see them, but the drunkards around them didn’t care. They continued talking about the parallel worlds they had created in their novels. While Tolkien bragged about Middle-earth and how the brilliant idea had formulated in his mind, Lewis, on the other hand, nodded in agreement and congratulated him. Then he went on and shared about the world of Narnia, asking Tolkien if creating a character named Aslan was cool. Tolkien said that the idea was great and suggested he could create Aslan as a huge, talking beast. Lewis agreed and said it would be interesting if, instead of a wildebeest, he settled on having a prudent lion that was wise and gentle, to which Tolkien happily approved.

Later, a smart-looking woman with blonde hair appeared from the door. She was wearing a black suit and Manolo Blahnik killer high heels. The two men looked at her and invited her in. She introduced herself as J.K. Rowling and told them she was strolling around Hogsmeade and had ended up in the tavern. They didn’t know where Hogsmeade was located, so she explained that it was a place she had created in her Harry Potter series. Tolkien and Lewis were fascinated and urged her to talk about it for a while. Lewis even asked Rowling some questions regarding witchcraft and wizardry because he was thinking about creating a witch villain he wanted to call "The White Queen."

Rowling ordered a drink, but since it was a tavern and most of the people who came here had only one thing in their mind—getting drunk—there was no way they served ladies' drinks. So, she asked for wine instead. When the wine arrived, Rowling took a small sip to taste it. The wine was delicious, and she was satisfied. She smiled, her eyes closed as she savored the wine on her taste buds. When she opened her eyes, she saw a petite, older woman enter the tavern. She was wearing a black ensemble, a closed-neck dress with a cameo pinned at the center of the dress, right over the breast area. The woman was probably in her eighties, with shoulder-length graying hair and a feline grace as she walked toward the group. The three of them looked at her, noticing how commanding she was despite her age. The entire room went silent, as if time had stopped, as she moved to the table. But then the drunkards, mindless as they were, went on with their business, and the tavern was soon filled with chattering once again. The woman stood next to the table and looked at each of the three faces sitting around it. Rowling looked at her thoughtfully; the old woman made her think of a timeless character from a dark novel. Rowling was awed.

The old woman looked at her and met her gaze, smiling. Her eyes gleamed with the wisdom she carried within her, as if she had lived for thousands of years and nothing in this corporeal world could shock her. Her eyes burned with the Lighthouse of Ancient Egypt, her movements graceful like the aristocrats of old Rome. The lines in her face revealed the knowledge she had likely acquired since the fall of Jerusalem—as if she had been there, sitting among the Jews, listening to the teachings of Yeshua, the Son of God.

Then the old woman cleared her throat and introduced herself. She said her name was Anne Rice and that she was also a novelist who wrote fiction and fantasy novels about vampires, werewolves, and witches. Tolkien and Lewis beamed with excitement and invited her to join them, which she did. She sat beside Rowling, and while Tolkien lifted his hand to call for a waiter to take Miss Rice’s order, Rowling took the liberty to introduce everyone at the table. A bald man with a big tummy approached and took Miss Rice’s order. She told him she would have what Miss Rowling was having. The waiter bowed his head and left.

Rowling said she knew her and went on to tell Tolkien and Lewis that Miss Rice loved to write about dark characters from myths and legends of old, and she had a natural gift for descriptive writing. Whatever she wrote about, whether from ancient times or the present, her skills brought those times to life on the pages of her books. It had a powerful effect on readers. “Transcending effect,” she said. Miss Rice bowed her head humbly at Rowling’s praise and gave the younger woman her most sincere gratitude.

Tolkien couldn’t contain his amazement and asked Miss Rice about her vampire characters. Calmly, she answered his question, explaining that most of her characters were metaphors for the outcasts in all of us, rooted in the time when she was living as an atheist. Tolkien’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped as he listened carefully to Miss Rice. Then, the door of the tavern burst open, and they all turned in haste to look.

A man wearing glasses entered the room, but the drunkards didn’t seem to notice his arrival. He looked like an easygoing person, wearing a checkered polo shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops. He smiled at everyone, though no one returned his gesture. But he wasn’t bothered; instead, he went straight to the bar and ordered a glass of beer. When he turned around to face the crowd and leaned his back against the bar, he saw the most unlikely group of extraordinary people studying him, scrutinizing every aspect of his personality. With a glass of beer in his right hand, he sashayed to the huge table and greeted the remarkable people sitting there.

He said “HI” to everyone and extended his hand to shake theirs. He introduced himself as Rick Riordan. It wasn’t hard to like Rick because he was a charming man who could easily get along well, regardless of personality differences. He invited himself to sit next to Tolkien. He told them he was looking for Mount Olympus but had ended up here. Rowling asked him why he was looking for Olympus. Didn’t he know it was just a myth? He answered Rowling, explaining that he was a writer and was writing novels about Greek mythology. Recently, he had been combining Greek and Roman mythology for his new series. He thought he saw “Ohh’s” and “Ahh’s” in their eyes, and it was clear they were interested. Lewis told him that they, too, were writers, mostly of fiction novels with parallel worlds and outrageous cosmology.

Rick was excited to learn this and said that it was a great honor to meet all of them in person. He told them that every day was a learning process for him, and his decision to quit his day job and focus on his writing was the best decision he had ever made in his entire career.

“It just feels right,” he said.

And he earned a nod of agreement from the group. “Writing feels right, of course, for writers, just like painting for painters,” said Rowling.

“Well, as I always tell aspiring writers who seek my advice, it’s important to write the book that you want to read,” Miss Rice said.

“Indeed! Indeed!” blurted Tolkien.

Rick told them that he was also writing a book series about Egypt and was already on his third book in that series.

Miss Rice looked at him, enthralled. She loved Egypt and its long history, but she kept silent, letting Rick tell his tale. When Rick finished speaking, Miss Rice smiled, thinking about the adventures she had when writing the novel Ramses and Queen of the Damned. That was Egypt for her. Akasha was Egypt for her.

Lewis called her name and asked if she was alright. Miss Rice nodded and assured Lewis that she was fine.

There was never a dull moment when fantasy writers gathered together. The tavern was full of people and drunkards alike, and the place was filled with laughter and cursing all around them. But the fiction writers were having the time of their lives. It seemed they were physically there, but their conversation took them somewhere else—somewhere unimaginably awesome, a place no ordinary human being could follow. They talked about history as if it had happened yesterday, gods and goddesses as if they were tangible. Then there was the thrill when the conversation brought them to the topic of magic, as if it were a real thing. The noise was never a problem for them.

Then the tavern door swung open.

A bulky, fat man stumbled through the door, cursing. The rain was heavy outside, and the fat man’s jacket was wet, his boots soaked with mud. He had difficulty getting out of his jacket, so a waiter approached him and offered help, but the fat man sent him away with foul words. The waiter shook his head and smiled, clearly not offended by the man’s vulgarity, as if he knew him very well. Rick called for the waiter and asked who the fat man was. The waiter told him with dignity and pride that the man was a regular customer of the tavern and the famous writer George R. R. Martin. Upon hearing this name, Lewis turned his attention toward his friend Tolkien, who returned the gesture with a grim look.

“You didn’t recognize him?” Lewis asked.

Tolkien slowly shook his head, as if trying to remember the face of a man he had met during his lifetime.

“I don’t remember meeting him before,” Tolkien finally said.

“He was that boy!” said Lewis.

Tolkien gave Lewis a strange look, as if asking him what he was talking about. Lewis smiled and shook his head in disbelief. Obviously, his friend Tolkien didn’t know what was happening around him.

“Look,” he said, addressing Tolkien, “Haven’t you noticed? Not everyone around here is from our time, my friend.”

“Huh?” Tolkien asked, bewildered.

“Okay. We just came from the School, where both of us were members of the English Faculty. We came here for a drink and to discuss our works. Then later on, these wonderful people we just met came out of nowhere,” Lewis explained, pointing to the remarkable people surrounding the table.

“So?” Tolkien asked, still not following.

“They’re not from our time. We,” he pointed to himself and Tolkien, “existed in their past, and they belong to our future.” He smiled.

Tolkien looked at him, then glanced around the table at each of the people. Then he asked, “What year is it in your present time?”

“2012,” the group answered in unison.

“Wow!” he said.

“What year is it in yours?” Rick asked.

“1930?” Tolkien answered, still incredulous.

“We knew who you were, gentlemen,” said Ms. Rice, smiling at both of them. “You are heroes for writers in our time. The world worships you.”

“You are two of the finest and most brilliant writers of the 20th century,” added Rowling.

Tolkien looked at Lewis, who was beginning to tear up.

“All was worth it, my friend,” he said, tapping Lewis on the shoulder with a smile.

“Well done, gentlemen!” said Ms. Rice.

“So, who is this guy again?” Tolkien said, breaking the emotion building in the room. He was referring to the fat man, who was now standing at the bar, his back turned to them.

“Well, he was that kid who wrote those fancy letters for you. Remember the letters you received every month at the faculty? That was him… your number one fan,” said Lewis.

“You mean our… number one fan?” Tolkien asked with a huge grin on his face.

Tolkien stood up, smoothed his trousers, sashayed to the bar, and stood beside the fat man, who was wearing khakis, a polo shirt, and suspenders. Rowling leaned forward on the table, watching them, as did everyone else at the table.

Seconds passed while the two men exchanged words at the bar. Soon, curses were flying all through the tavern. But they weren’t curses of disappointment; rather, they were expressions of astonishment and surprise. Georgy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was amazed to learn that he was standing in front of the person he had always aspired to become. Yes, he had written those letters to Oxford addressed to Mr. Tolkien when he was a kid. But he never imagined that Tolkien had actually read them—he had read them when he was still in his 30s. Georgy laughed feverishly, tears streaming from his eyes. He was that kid again. Tolkien then wrapped his arms around Georgy’s neck and ushered him toward the table, where everyone was waiting with smiles on their faces.

Tolkien introduced Georgy to everyone, and when he came to Lewis, Georgy was overwhelmed, bursting into tears. He couldn’t contain his excitement anymore. What was happening before him was too good to be true. Lewis stood up and extended his hand to welcome him, but Georgy caught Lewis in a bear hug instead. The group erupted with laughter at this touching moment, while the women secretly wiped tears from their eyes.

It was indeed very touching, thought Rick. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Georgy to meet his icons, the people who somehow shaped his life and career. Perhaps this was applicable to most of us humans, Rick mused, while the outburst of emotion still hung in the air. Somehow, in our lives, we meet people who help us realize our destiny, our dreams. Those people—whether we know them personally or through their works and passions—become our icons, someone we look up to. We spend days dreaming about what it would be like if we had their gift. It would have been marvelous. But they’ve helped us do better, strive more, and dream BIG.

Dreams are not just for sleeping… They do come true… You just have to believe in them and claim them in the stars…

The End.

Saturday, 9 March 2019

ANXIETY PINOY | 5 SIGNS NG HYPOCHONDRIA OR HEALTH ANXIETY

The Mental Health issue is not a joke. It's real and it's something that should be out on the surface for people to talk about. People need to be aware of it and to know that even here in my country, the Philippines, we have a lot of Filipinos suffering from any mental health disorder.

Anxiety for instance is very common. I am one of them and when my anxiety issues started, I couldn't find anything on the web to help me deal with it. At least not from a regular Filipino sharing about it on YouTube or anywhere. Most of them were celebrities.

It was a struggle and I had a lot of trips to the ER and even they didn't know how to deal with me. I promised myself that I overcome this predicament, I would put up a content that solely talk about mental health, specifically Health Anxiety and share my experiences and best practices.

I am not an expert as I still continue to learn more about my condition. I am not properly diagnosed as well and my videos goes to the Filipino viewers who can't afford to visit a therapist every week for treatment.

My aim is to spread awareness regarding Health Anxiety or Anxiety in general and share stories.



Xoxo

Saturday, 13 October 2018

IS CHANGING YOUR EYE COLOR WORTH IT? SOLOTICA HIDROCOR QUARTZO & MEL



I'm always fascinated with bright colored eyes but I'm a Filipino and it's unusual here in my country to have different eye color other than brown. My eye color is darker than the usual brown and if you look at it from afar, it looks  black at times.

Don't get me wrong, I love my dark brown eyes but sometimes I just wanted to experiment with the color because why-the-fuck-not?

I searched the internet of the best brand for colored contact lenses for dark eyes like mine and found the Solotica brand originally from Brazil. I was skeptical at first because I found the product expensive but then if I wanted to wear one, I wanted it to look natural even if it's unnatural for me to have different eye color.

I watched tons of product reviews in YouTube just to be sure and when I was finally convinced, I decided to order it at Vision Market Place since a lot of YouTubers recommenced the site.

The product came within 3 to 4 days here in the Philippines. That was fast knowing that it came all the way from Europe.

I noticed that there are certain colors that will suite Asian eyes. For me I think the color Quartzo is not for me but regardless, their hidrocor lenses collection are gorgeous.

Please check my YouTube review below.

QUARTZO:




MEL:



If you wanted to purchase yours. There are different colors available in their hidrocor collection. Hidrocor means that there's no limbal ring around the edges of the lenses so it will gives you that natural look.


You can use my discount code RONNAN28 at check out to get the 10 percent discount.

Hope this short post will help. Let me know what your experiences are.

Xoxo



Saturday, 30 June 2018

TAKE ME TO THE BEACH - MY LA UNION TRIP | TRAVEL BLOG | 12 YEAR ANNIVERSARY

This is a late post.


I haven't been blogging lately since I got hooked with Vlogging for my YouTube Channel.


It was our 12 year anniversary and my partner and I decided that we wanted to have a weekend getaway as a celebration. It was just supposed to be a short trip but then we couldn't decide our destination. It had to be a beach getaway since both of us loved beaches. We were busy checking different travel apps on our phones when we saw a beautiful resort with a Spanish architecture design which reminded me of the dons and donyas of the olden time.


The resort has a pool and a beautiful patio at the back with a pathway leading to the beach. It was the best place to relax, unwind and enjoy the beautiful scenery. The resort was in San Juan, La Union - a 7 hour bus ride from Manila.

I couldn't be more happy to find this hotel and we were so excited to be there and experience what La Union could offer. We also invited friends to join us in this escapades.

La Union is a laid-back surfing extravaganza and I have a video as a receipt.


Video 1




Video 2




It was a long bus ride but I would say that it was worth it.
Celebrating milestone in our relationship and spending it with our closest friends is the best thing ever.

Xoxo

Friday, 8 December 2017

BOOK REVIEWS: WONDER WOMAN - WARBRINGER





TITLE: WONDER WOMAN - WARBRINGER
AUTHOR: LEIGH BARDUGO


I was thrilled when I found out that DC Icons Series was being cooked. But my excitement sky-rocketed knowing that the first book was about the crowning jewel of the DC Universe - Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman is one of my favorite characters among the DC icons. She is in my opinion a true embodiment of what a woman is in general - strong, powerful, courageous, sensitive and a total bad-ass all in one. I know, I am self-confessed feminist - growing up in a household filled with strong willed women in my family made me one. I truly believe that women can rule the world if they wanted to and wonder woman's world of Amazonian warriors from Themyscira could vouched for that.



“You do not enter a race to lose”


The story begins with a quote from Queen Hippolyta to her daughter, young Diana before she joins the amazon race.

I like the way Leigh Bardugo plotted the story. Before there was the infamous Wonder Woman that we know, she was once a young Amazonian princess name Diana. Growing up in a mysterious island filled with strong women who are battle ready wasn't easy for the pampered princess. She was trained by one of the bests in combat but still she was yet to prove to them that she was more than just the daughter of the queen. She hungered for glory and to stand side by side among the fiercest warriors in the island, eager to prove herself so her comrades will see her as their equal. She wanted to be out there, taking challenges, quests and proving her strength and worth to all of Themyscira.

The story will take you to a girl's journey of becoming the mightiest Amazonian princess that she would become someday. A heroes journey must start somewhere and this action filled novel will give you a different take of how a legend was made.

This is a good YA novel for me. I totally enjoyed every page. I felt her dilemma as she made the hardest decision, seeing the reality of the world, discovering the value of humanity and friendship and love.

Bravo to the author!

 


Saturday, 22 July 2017

BOOK REVIEWS: THE PRINCE'S PSALM

TITLE : THE PRINCE'S PSALM
AUTHOR: ERIC SHAW QUINN

I have always loved fictionalized versions of historical events, let alone biblical ones. This book is an epic tale of love, tragedy, and faith, much like many of the stories in the Bible. Yet, despite how complex and often contradictory the tales in the Bible can be, it takes a master storyteller to weave them together and create a beautiful narrative, as seen in the story of David and Jonathan. I have nothing but praise for the author for pulling all the strings together. Eric's talent for storytelling is compelling, and it’s clear he treated the story and the characters with the utmost respect. The way he brought the characters of David and Jonathan to life feels so real and relatable. He was incredibly brave to tackle this topic in the Bible. As the story progresses, it becomes clear that it’s no longer about homosexuality; it’s about love, loyalty, duty, and the willingness to rise above human emotion in order to answer the call of faith. The book is beautifully written.

Yes! You're right. This is the story of the famous David, who killed the giant Philistine warrior Goliath by hurling a stone with a slingshot. In the Bible, God favored David, the prophet anointed him, and the people of Israel elevated him as one of the nation’s heroes. In the end, he became king.

But there is more to the story than what we commonly know, and that’s where a fiction writer works their magic to recreate the tale. Writers often captivate us with their ability to take historical or biblical events and imagine what might have happened beyond the written word. They read between the lines, connect the dots, and create compelling dialogue and scenes through extensive research. They then masterfully and eloquently turn those ideas into words, crafting a beautiful masterpiece like The Prince’s Psalm.

I enjoyed this book so much that I didn’t want it to end. As a reader, I was rooting for David and Jonathan’s love for each other, hoping that their bond and commitment would be enough to save everyone. But we all know the biblical tale and how the tragedy of their relationship led to David becoming king. Still, because the characters were created with such love and realism, it was easy for me to see them not just as biblical figures—a hero and a king—but as men whose love for each other transcended the grave.

I highly recommend this book to open-minded readers who just want to be entertained. This is definitely one of my top reads for the year, and I’m hoping the master, Eric Shaw Quinn, will write more books like this one.

Xoxo

    

Saturday, 6 May 2017

LIVING ALONE| THE FREEDOM AND WHAT NOT

Excuse my self-centered mug

It wasn't something I considered a big move. In fact, I still lived in the same compound but would be transferring to a different unit.

However, it was a major move! Why? Mainly because I had lived in the same unit for eight years. That was a long time! The memories I created there somehow shaped me for the better. Those were crucial events that molded the person I am today and the path I want to take in the future.

It was where the ultimate dreams happened. I didn’t just wake up one day and decide that I wanted to be a writer. The first characters I created and the plot of my first book materialized one lazy Sunday afternoon while I was in bed procrastinating, as though I had all the time in the world. I am an independent person, and I’ve always been that way, as long as I can remember. I lived alone in my uncle’s house during my senior year of high school, which was scary when you really think about it, mainly because I was just a kid.


But in terms of living alone, it was one of the most liberating experiences I’ve had, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. I learned so much about myself by living alone. It was scary, yet it was cool because I got to play "adult" before I truly became one. The perks of being young included being fearless of most things. I was never scared of being by myself, even when I was sick with a fever. I took myself to the doctor, got my prescriptions, bought my medicine, and went home. Even when I was 16, I was very responsible for myself. I had the realization that my mom lived on a plane ride away, and so did my relatives. I was the only one here, and I had nothing but myself to rely on.

The drive to be independent is embedded in my bones. I loved the freedom of buying what I needed to sustain myself, deciding the color of paint for my walls, grocery shopping, and learning about the health benefits of different foods. I loved choosing the paintings I wanted to hang, paying the bills, and budgeting. These are things you just have to expect. Sometimes, the type of person you invite to your place becomes exciting. Though I’m not really this person—I didn’t invite guests over and didn’t feel obligated to do so either. I felt like my place was sacred, and the only people I allowed there were immediate family members and my partner.

I know living alone can be scary for some. Heck, it isn’t for everyone, and that’s a well-known fact. There are people, especially here in my country, who are content to live with family members. In the Philippines, you’re not obliged to move out of your parents’ house once you hit adulthood. There’s no "30-something living in their parents’ basement" story here, because 1) most Filipino houses don’t have basements, and 2) family bonds are so strong that parents don’t kick their kids out. If you want to live with your parents your whole life, that’s fine because it’s acceptable here, and no one will judge you. 3) Filipino parents love having their children around.

But then, there are people like me who are itching to live alone. Aside from being an introvert, I also thought that living alone was one of the most exciting parts of adulthood. You don’t have to have a family to live alone—you just have to make that decision for yourself. I did!

Here in the Philippines, rent can range from as low as 4,000 pesos to 20,000 pesos, depending on your lifestyle. If you have the money, you can afford to buy a condo unit in places like BGC or Makati. But if you’re a regular employee, you can rent a bachelor’s pad closer to your workplace. You just have to be creative and find a more affordable place if you’re on a tight budget, like I was.

I’ve been in the same compound for 11 years. I lived in a high-end village, but the landlady who owned the compound charged 4,000 to 6,000 pesos per room. The rooms were old and outdated, but if you wanted to renovate, that was on you—not her job. That was actually her rule: the tenant has to cover all renovation costs. My old room was big, but it was definitely in need of repairs. So, I decided it was time to move out and transfer to a new one. I had the new room restored a bit and bought an air conditioner that I found on sale at SM and had it installed. Since I have a graveyard shift at work, it's important for me to get at least 8 hours of sleep, and now I can do that, even in the hot tropical summer we're experiencing right now.

I have to say, getting an AC is no longer a luxury—it's a means to survive the summer heat and get through it alive. LOL.

Xoxo