this came as a surprise to myself more than the people who might've already known me.
after meandering for the past couple of weeks, i was finally brought here, four days before celebrating my 21st birthday. maybe this is a sign to start a new chapter of my life from here onwards, sharing bits and pieces of my writing to the world.
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been feeling sad and angry all week and as soon as i eat snacks i realized i’m actually sad and angry and hungry.
i was given a pacifier when i was a baby. maybe that’s why tasty foods can pacify me, but only temporarily. the anger dissolves with the chocolate, melts away with the ice cream, gets swallowed down with the chips. but it always comes back. because food isn’t the real fix, is it? it’s just the placeholder. the temporary truce my body calls with my emotions.
i can’t help but feel competitive when it comes to love. so anything i see that threatens that makes me feel really sad and angry and i need some time alone to process it. good thing i didn’t overreact this time ha ha ha.
but as long as i’m always #1 then i’m yours forever. that’s guaranteed.
it kind of feels primal—animal kingdom stuff.
what’s mine is mine. i’m really stingy when it comes to my possessions and boundaries, especially if i’m not informed or i didn’t give you permission. whenever i feel left out because i’m the last to know about something or someone that’s close to me, that angers me the most. i have all the stereotypes of an eldest daughter (kind of similar to the older sister, bora, in reply 1988 hahaha)
i really value truth and information. i remember certain things for a long time, especially when patterns and bad habits keep on repeating. that’s why if someone, per se, borrows my clothes and doesn’t immediately return them, i won’t trust them anymore. if someone cheats on you, anything they do after that would be hard to trust either. if you keep hiding information from me, that doesn’t bode very well either. because i will always find out.
i’m hot-tempered. but it drains just as easily. i’m traditional, but i also like fun and surprises. i want monogamy. and i want to protect and preserve anything or anyone i care for until my last breath.
i am full of hunger. because love, for me, isn’t passive. it’s consuming. it’s territorial. it’s knowing exactly what you need and refusing to settle for crumbs when you deserve the whole meal.
i don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to be first. with wanting to be chosen, deliberately and consistently. with wanting the person you love to make you feel like you’re not just another option on the menu but the entire feast.
some people might call this possessive. insecure. too much. but i’d rather be honest about what i need than pretend i’m cool with sharing space i was never meant to share. i’d rather set the boundary now than swallow the resentment later until it turns like a bitter bile in my stomach.
the snacks helped today. but tomorrow i’ll probably feel it again—that specific flavor of sad and angry that food can’t quite reach. and when i do, i’ll remember: i’m allowed to want what i want. i’m allowed to protect what’s mine. i’m allowed to be first.
and if that makes me high-maintenance, territorial, difficult—fine. at least i know what i’m hungry for.
it was a windowless couple of weeks. everything's pretty much up in the air and i spent lots in rumination on what to bring down to earth. i was also unearthing parts of myself, unearthing my skin—which was quite volcanic, and i mean this in the most Iiteral way possible. every time i look in the mirror it was as if the heavens and the underground had met into these sorry visage of mine.
in simple terms, i was feeling insecure.
picking myself back up again feels like hoeing the very comfort zone i stand on. i questioned what i really wanted in life, and not just what's expected of me as a twenty-something year old, part of an up-and-coming generation whose torch will be handed to and save the failing economy of the country which are also failing anywhere else you look. if you scroll online long enough you might find that the devastation not only lasts in your core, but in the scorching innards of the planet.
and then wonder how microscopic you are, how microscopic your problems would look in the grand space of things, in the ungrandly space of happenings on the other sides of the world.
and then still wonder how grandly you could be, how i could change and impact things, if i just fucking picked myself up, right?
but where would i start? if i am the epicenter, which setting, which clique, which industry would i really like to stand on so my ripples can spread in the most uninterrupted fashion?
and where should i end? what spaces should i leave, spaces where i feel so restricted on, and where i think it's only holding me back on spending my time towards the phase of my life where i truly unleash my ideas, and flagellate them to the best they can be without worrying about anything else?
it feels like a handful, more than i can handle—if i put it all this way. but take this: i will only write more than a handful of stories in my life. stories that matter because they made me feel. because there's a good chance that someone out there out of billions in the world would also feel it. i would not use my hands more than i exhaust my voice. i strain it just a little almost everyday. because speaking loudly is the most direct way to make your message felt.
in these windowless hours, i decided that i don't want to be a master of writing, nor a master of language. what i want though, is to be amazingly good, heck, one of the greats at showing and telling. to show is to be an example. to tell is to be understood. when mutually inclusive, you can tell a great story.
i know formalism. it rings on my ear like that monkey toy blasting its cymbals. it's what they teach about in creative writing courses: how to make a good story. but what makes a story so great, to me, are the reactions that came after. whether they laugh, or cry, or get angry—if they show just a tiny little bit of emotion at what they just consumed, then it's great. as a writer, as a creator, you have done your part.
to be great—it's still up to the people, at the end of the day. but you're one of those people. there's no limit to who and what can be great. we can make anything great around us. yet there's still a shortage of great things, of great stories, of great films in the 21st century.
that's why it's important to pass it on. to act, and not just react. to feel everything, not just enough, but more than enough; be bigger than this planet, and see that there's a lot more things we can show and tell about. even in the windowless rooms we have stayed in.
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
when it comes to hygiene and overall taking care of myself everyday
i have to think of it like im taking care of my own daughter
i treat myself like i would my daughter
taking bathe everyday, feeding myself when im hungry
doing skincare, body care, nail care, hair care
cooking myself and ordering delicious food
making myself pretty, washing my clothes
buying me stuff considering my personal taste and style
its how i would take care of my child
:)
i found out that the thicker the coat layer, the more choppy the polish gets
and more susceptible to bubbles
its also more effective to have thick coat on the brush but not too thick
and to swipe the thick residue fast.
careful of swiping but accidentally doable coating the polish, it would make an uneven layer
got vaseline gluta-hya lotion and eryth toner
finally mastered the perfect pattern of polishing my nails (one layer coat + cuticle conditioner after 5 mins + one layer top coat) = smooth and sheer effect ITS SO PRETTY
how can the impact of my hobbies expand to other people?
an influence larger than just myself
resonating with the majority
but also has to be something personally meaningful
i do it because i genuinely like it,
not because someone told me to do it, or ive seen someone else do it
look back on past achievements i took effort in
and people gravitated towards it
“being useful to other’s vision”
providing value to others
considering the reality of the industry i want to get into
“the successful” often have one of these things:
superior clout (trend, marketable, large groups, 11H)
superior money (possessions, resources, personal/other’s assets 2H/8H)
superior connections (people you may know and built trust with,7H)
superior experience (time spent in the field, industry ladder 10H)
its not just all about ability
you start to escalate into superior status if you get one of the four above
only then you would start to become relevant in the industry clique
the reality is: its rare that people break in as a Visionary
most of the time people break in as servants
they make themselves useful to established Visionary’s visions
but no matter what
all people care about is what you can contribute to the equation
whether as a visionary or a servant
the bottom line is it has to be something personal and meaningful
on a business framework, if you decide on the ability standpoint
here’s some value
would you like some more value?
thats when you can start to elevate your status a bit
the first step should be helpful enough to someone’s personally meaningful vision
that people are gravitated to seek for more, not forced
like a zero-risk free trial period
showcasing your style
for someone to say
“finally someone put it into words”
find the sweet spot
meet people where they are
provide value
collaborative sweet spots
exchange of values
superior money: comes with risks. would someone be willing to put their assets at stake for your vision? if they put up with that risk, they expect to get as much rewards or more
now lets get back to superiority scale
superior clout: most unstable, trends come and go and get replaced
superior connections: sustainable as long as there’s equal exchange of values, collaboration of sweet spots.
superior experience: rock solid. also the strength of knowing, whether consciously or subconsciously, that such a superiority scale exists and consider that as a stepping stone to strengthening their visions into reality
the easiest anyone could have is connections though
as social beings, we would always know someone
the key is utilizing that even though it might seem trivial
and the most successful ones i consider are those who held on to their vision right from the start
people who knew their sweet spots and kept on refining it
example -- all might’s (my hero academia) sweet spot: the symbol of peace
“it’s hard to make people care about things, but it’s easier to make things that people care about.”
a vast majority of audiences dont care about your idea that theyve never heard of unless they can latch on to some point of familiarity within your project
thats why stories that twist pre-existing ideas tend to get more traction than stories that are 100% original
find the intersections where the things you value line up with some existing audience, community, or interest
right when i first started writing
my story, the wrong way, gained traction because i used my classmates as characters
every chapter only lasts a page
so its short and easy for everyone else to contribute a chapter
everyone got invested
(but remember: i started the whole idea)
from my past works in high school
the most memorable and fun ones always had a musical accompaniment
we wrote lyrics over original songs
and used music as a way to elevate a scene and major story beats
there was always this given prompt or form that we have to do
and i pitched a creative way to meet that
everyone else got on board
DAMN THEIR IMMENSE TRUST ON ME
i built that since elementary, since first year of high school
when the opportunity came for me to pitch and write, i took it
nowadays i discover prompts by myself
anything goes. and i develop that
what i need to find is the prompt that are already valued by my chosen audience or readers
first i need to determine is
who are my audience? who are my readers?
[ON CLOUT]
current trend — a lot of good indie books, but only those that get viral on booktok get traction. the usual ones that go viral though have mediocre storylines
— established IPs, or those writers that have already made a name for themselves get paid attention by publishers and producers
current resources — NONE. used it all up for paying up my credits. except for my wealth of knowledge 😎 well maybe i can inherit my grandpa's land on mindoro but thats a long shot he wanted me to be a lawyer and i dont want that
current connections — the established people i know, who know the ins and outs of their industry is my boyfriend and his team. and the film insiders i know on twitter that i follow but not interact with. so far i met professors who excel in writing and literature but thats all about it. i attend classes but never consulted one-to-one except when required. i also have classmates who pursue the same career hotspot as i am but i dont interact much except for class activities
current experience — 10 years since i started writing (wattpad). i wrote scripts during high school. made unfinished personal stories. always stocked up on ideas even if im not actively writing. explored different mediums of storytelling. fell in love with stories in ebook, paperback novel, comics and webcomics, drama, movie, tv series forms. learned about the technicalities of writing fiction, CNF and screenplay. still a bit mediocre about poetry. im now building a board of my personal notes and tips i acquired from youtube videos
whats next?
sweetener, sweetener, sweetener
im quite sad
some things really just dont go in my favor that easily
if i want something, i have to find the best way to get to it
im being tested right now if i really want this new degree program
and if i want to hold on to the classes i enlisted
i want to graduate with a degree that i really want
something that i desire
not because i think it is the most efficient way to get to my goal
it is my goal
something that i wanted subconsciously for so long
now that its in my grasp
theres another big hurdle
i usually sit in the front, at the passenger seat next to the driver going back to my dorm
but today i sat at the back
at the bitter end
i want to be in the front row of life
to trailblaze my way onto the things that i want
if i continue living like this, i will just keep showing my bitter spot
doing things only for the sake of passing
on to the next
robotic.
quite a lukewarm way of living
it sucks
i want to sweeten things up
in my current degree program, i couldnt show my sweet spot
i was held back by these disciplinal standards
i want to learn literature to refine my style, not my taste
i already have good taste
i want my style to be refined that whenever people read it, it hits the sweet spot
i contribute like that, i showcase my sweet spot like that
i want to make my bitter spots sweet
and my sweet spots sweeter
in order to do that, i have to strengthen my sweetener
day by day, i’ll drown in my own sweetness
watched how to be a successful creative and wrote my thoughts on it
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
when it comes to hygiene and overall taking care of myself everyday
i have to think of it like im taking care of my own daughter
i treat myself like i would my daughter
taking bathe everyday, feeding myself when im hungry
doing skincare, body care, nail care, hair care
cooking myself and ordering delicious food
making myself pretty, washing my clothes
buying me stuff considering my personal taste and style
its how i would take care of my child
:)
i found out that the thicker the coat layer, the more choppy the polish gets
and more susceptible to bubbles
its also more effective to have thick coat on the brush but not too thick
and to swipe the thick residue fast.
careful of swiping but accidentally doable coating the polish, it would make an uneven layer
got vaseline gluta-hya lotion and eryth toner
finally mastered the perfect pattern of polishing my nails (one layer coat + cuticle conditioner after 5 mins + one layer top coat) = smooth and sheer effect ITS SO PRETTY
how can the impact of my hobbies expand to other people?
an influence larger than just myself
resonating with the majority
but also has to be something personally meaningful
i do it because i genuinely like it,
not because someone told me to do it, or ive seen someone else do it
look back on past achievements i took effort in
and people gravitated towards it
“being useful to other’s vision”
providing value to others
considering the reality of the industry i want to get into
“the successful” often have one of these things:
superior clout (trend, marketable, large groups, 11H)
superior money (possessions, resources, personal/other’s assets 2H/8H)
superior connections (people you may know and built trust with,7H)
superior experience (time spent in the field, industry ladder 10H)
its not just all about ability
you start to escalate into superior status if you get one of the four above
only then you would start to become relevant in the industry clique
the reality is: its rare that people break in as a Visionary
most of the time people break in as servants
they make themselves useful to established Visionary’s visions
but no matter what
all people care about is what you can contribute to the equation
whether as a visionary or a servant
the bottom line is it has to be something personal and meaningful
on a business framework, if you decide on the ability standpoint
here’s some value
would you like some more value?
thats when you can start to elevate your status a bit
the first step should be helpful enough to someone’s personally meaningful vision
that people are gravitated to seek for more, not forced
like a zero-risk free trial period
showcasing your style
for someone to say
“finally someone put it into words”
find the sweet spot
meet people where they are
provide value
collaborative sweet spots
exchange of values
superior money: comes with risks. would someone be willing to put their assets at stake for your vision? if they put up with that risk, they expect to get as much rewards or more
now lets get back to superiority scale
superior clout: most unstable, trends come and go and get replaced
superior connections: sustainable as long as there’s equal exchange of values, collaboration of sweet spots.
superior experience: rock solid. also the strength of knowing, whether consciously or subconsciously, that such a superiority scale exists and consider that as a stepping stone to strengthening their visions into reality
the easiest anyone could have is connections though
as social beings, we would always know someone
the key is utilizing that even though it might seem trivial
and the most successful ones i consider are those who held on to their vision right from the start
people who knew their sweet spots and kept on refining it
example -- all might’s (my hero academia) sweet spot: the symbol of peace
“it’s hard to make people care about things, but it’s easier to make things that people care about.”
a vast majority of audiences dont care about your idea that theyve never heard of unless they can latch on to some point of familiarity within your project
thats why stories that twist pre-existing ideas tend to get more traction than stories that are 100% original
find the intersections where the things you value line up with some existing audience, community, or interest
right when i first started writing
my story, the wrong way, gained traction because i used my classmates as characters
every chapter only lasts a page
so its short and easy for everyone else to contribute a chapter
everyone got invested
(but remember: i started the whole idea)
from my past works in high school
the most memorable and fun ones always had a musical accompaniment
we wrote lyrics over original songs
and used music as a way to elevate a scene and major story beats
there was always this given prompt or form that we have to do
and i pitched a creative way to meet that
everyone else got on board
DAMN THEIR IMMENSE TRUST ON ME
i built that since elementary, since first year of high school
when the opportunity came for me to pitch and write, i took it
nowadays i discover prompts by myself
anything goes. and i develop that
what i need to find is the prompt that are already valued by my chosen audience or readers
first i need to determine is
who are my audience? who are my readers?
[ON CLOUT]
current trend — a lot of good indie books, but only those that get viral on booktok get traction. the usual ones that go viral though have mediocre storylines
— established IPs, or those writers that have already made a name for themselves get paid attention by publishers and producers
current resources — NONE. used it all up for paying up my credits. except for my wealth of knowledge 😎 well maybe i can inherit my grandpa's land on mindoro but thats a long shot he wanted me to be a lawyer and i dont want that
current connections — the established people i know, who know the ins and outs of their industry is my boyfriend and his team. and the film insiders i know on twitter that i follow but not interact with. so far i met professors who excel in writing and literature but thats all about it. i attend classes but never consulted one-to-one except when required. i also have classmates who pursue the same career hotspot as i am but i dont interact much except for class activities
current experience — 10 years since i started writing (wattpad). i wrote scripts during high school. made unfinished personal stories. always stocked up on ideas even if im not actively writing. explored different mediums of storytelling. fell in love with stories in ebook, paperback novel, comics and webcomics, drama, movie, tv series forms. learned about the technicalities of writing fiction, CNF and screenplay. still a bit mediocre about poetry. im now building a board of my personal notes and tips i acquired from youtube videos
whats next?
sweetener, sweetener, sweetener
im quite sad
some things really just dont go in my favor that easily
if i want something, i have to find the best way to get to it
im being tested right now if i really want this new degree program
and if i want to hold on to the classes i enlisted
i want to graduate with a degree that i really want
something that i desire
not because i think it is the most efficient way to get to my goal
it is my goal
something that i wanted subconsciously for so long
now that its in my grasp
theres another big hurdle
i usually sit in the front, at the passenger seat next to the driver going back to my dorm
but today i sat at the back
at the bitter end
i want to be in the front row of life
to trailblaze my way onto the things that i want
if i continue living like this, i will just keep showing my bitter spot
doing things only for the sake of passing
on to the next
robotic.
quite a lukewarm way of living
it sucks
i want to sweeten things up
in my current degree program, i couldnt show my sweet spot
i was held back by these disciplinal standards
i want to learn literature to refine my style, not my taste
i already have good taste
i want my style to be refined that whenever people read it, it hits the sweet spot
i contribute like that, i showcase my sweet spot like that
i want to make my bitter spots sweet
and my sweet spots sweeter
in order to do that, i have to strengthen my sweetener
day by day, i’ll drown in my own sweetness
watched how to be a successful creative and wrote my thoughts on it
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
when it comes to hygiene and overall taking care of myself everyday
i have to think of it like im taking care of my own daughter
i treat myself like i would my daughter
taking bathe everyday, feeding myself when im hungry
doing skincare, body care, nail care, hair care
cooking myself and ordering delicious food
making myself pretty, washing my clothes
buying me stuff considering my personal taste and style
its how i would take care of my child
:)
i found out that the thicker the coat layer, the more choppy the polish gets
and more susceptible to bubbles
its also more effective to have thick coat on the brush but not too thick
and to swipe the thick residue fast.
careful of swiping but accidentally doable coating the polish, it would make an uneven layer
got vaseline gluta-hya lotion and eryth toner
finally mastered the perfect pattern of polishing my nails (one layer coat + cuticle conditioner after 5 mins + one layer top coat) = smooth and sheer effect ITS SO PRETTY
how can the impact of my hobbies expand to other people?
an influence larger than just myself
resonating with the majority
but also has to be something personally meaningful
i do it because i genuinely like it,
not because someone told me to do it, or ive seen someone else do it
look back on past achievements i took effort in
and people gravitated towards it
“being useful to other’s vision”
providing value to others
considering the reality of the industry i want to get into
“the successful” often have one of these things:
superior clout (trend, marketable, large groups, 11H)
superior money (possessions, resources, personal/other’s assets 2H/8H)
superior connections (people you may know and built trust with,7H)
superior experience (time spent in the field, industry ladder 10H)
its not just all about ability
you start to escalate into superior status if you get one of the four above
only then you would start to become relevant in the industry clique
the reality is: its rare that people break in as a Visionary
most of the time people break in as servants
they make themselves useful to established Visionary’s visions
but no matter what
all people care about is what you can contribute to the equation
whether as a visionary or a servant
the bottom line is it has to be something personal and meaningful
on a business framework, if you decide on the ability standpoint
here’s some value
would you like some more value?
thats when you can start to elevate your status a bit
the first step should be helpful enough to someone’s personally meaningful vision
that people are gravitated to seek for more, not forced
like a zero-risk free trial period
showcasing your style
for someone to say
“finally someone put it into words”
find the sweet spot
meet people where they are
provide value
collaborative sweet spots
exchange of values
superior money: comes with risks. would someone be willing to put their assets at stake for your vision? if they put up with that risk, they expect to get as much rewards or more
now lets get back to superiority scale
superior clout: most unstable, trends come and go and get replaced
superior connections: sustainable as long as there’s equal exchange of values, collaboration of sweet spots.
superior experience: rock solid. also the strength of knowing, whether consciously or subconsciously, that such a superiority scale exists and consider that as a stepping stone to strengthening their visions into reality
the easiest anyone could have is connections though
as social beings, we would always know someone
the key is utilizing that even though it might seem trivial
and the most successful ones i consider are those who held on to their vision right from the start
people who knew their sweet spots and kept on refining it
example -- all might’s (my hero academia) sweet spot: the symbol of peace
“it’s hard to make people care about things, but it’s easier to make things that people care about.”
a vast majority of audiences dont care about your idea that theyve never heard of unless they can latch on to some point of familiarity within your project
thats why stories that twist pre-existing ideas tend to get more traction than stories that are 100% original
find the intersections where the things you value line up with some existing audience, community, or interest
right when i first started writing
my story, the wrong way, gained traction because i used my classmates as characters
every chapter only lasts a page
so its short and easy for everyone else to contribute a chapter
everyone got invested
(but remember: i started the whole idea)
from my past works in high school
the most memorable and fun ones always had a musical accompaniment
we wrote lyrics over original songs
and used music as a way to elevate a scene and major story beats
there was always this given prompt or form that we have to do
and i pitched a creative way to meet that
everyone else got on board
DAMN THEIR IMMENSE TRUST ON ME
i built that since elementary, since first year of high school
when the opportunity came for me to pitch and write, i took it
nowadays i discover prompts by myself
anything goes. and i develop that
what i need to find is the prompt that are already valued by my chosen audience or readers
first i need to determine is
who are my audience? who are my readers?
[ON CLOUT]
current trend — a lot of good indie books, but only those that get viral on booktok get traction. the usual ones that go viral though have mediocre storylines
— established IPs, or those writers that have already made a name for themselves get paid attention by publishers and producers
current resources — NONE. used it all up for paying up my credits. except for my wealth of knowledge 😎 well maybe i can inherit my grandpa's land on mindoro but thats a long shot he wanted me to be a lawyer and i dont want that
current connections — the established people i know, who know the ins and outs of their industry is my boyfriend and his team. and the film insiders i know on twitter that i follow but not interact with. so far i met professors who excel in writing and literature but thats all about it. i attend classes but never consulted one-to-one except when required. i also have classmates who pursue the same career hotspot as i am but i dont interact much except for class activities
current experience — 10 years since i started writing (wattpad). i wrote scripts during high school. made unfinished personal stories. always stocked up on ideas even if im not actively writing. explored different mediums of storytelling. fell in love with stories in ebook, paperback novel, comics and webcomics, drama, movie, tv series forms. learned about the technicalities of writing fiction, CNF and screenplay. still a bit mediocre about poetry. im now building a board of my personal notes and tips i acquired from youtube videos
whats next?
sweetener, sweetener, sweetener
im quite sad
some things really just dont go in my favor that easily
if i want something, i have to find the best way to get to it
im being tested right now if i really want this new degree program
and if i want to hold on to the classes i enlisted
i want to graduate with a degree that i really want
something that i desire
not because i think it is the most efficient way to get to my goal
it is my goal
something that i wanted subconsciously for so long
now that its in my grasp
theres another big hurdle
i usually sit in the front, at the passenger seat next to the driver going back to my dorm
but today i sat at the back
at the bitter end
i want to be in the front row of life
to trailblaze my way onto the things that i want
if i continue living like this, i will just keep showing my bitter spot
doing things only for the sake of passing
on to the next
robotic.
quite a lukewarm way of living
it sucks
i want to sweeten things up
in my current degree program, i couldnt show my sweet spot
i was held back by these disciplinal standards
i want to learn literature to refine my style, not my taste
i already have good taste
i want my style to be refined that whenever people read it, it hits the sweet spot
i contribute like that, i showcase my sweet spot like that
i want to make my bitter spots sweet
and my sweet spots sweeter
in order to do that, i have to strengthen my sweetener
day by day, i’ll drown in my own sweetness
watched how to be a successful creative and wrote my thoughts on it
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
when it comes to hygiene and overall taking care of myself everyday
i have to think of it like im taking care of my own daughter
i treat myself like i would my daughter
taking bathe everyday, feeding myself when im hungry
doing skincare, body care, nail care, hair care
cooking myself and ordering delicious food
making myself pretty, washing my clothes
buying me stuff considering my personal taste and style
its how i would take care of my child
:)
i found out that the thicker the coat layer, the more choppy the polish gets
and more susceptible to bubbles
its also more effective to have thick coat on the brush but not too thick
and to swipe the thick residue fast.
careful of swiping but accidentally doable coating the polish, it would make an uneven layer
got vaseline gluta-hya lotion and eryth toner
finally mastered the perfect pattern of polishing my nails (one layer coat + cuticle conditioner after 5 mins + one layer top coat) = smooth and sheer effect ITS SO PRETTY
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
when it comes to hygiene and overall taking care of myself everyday
i have to think of it like im taking care of my own daughter
i treat myself like i would my daughter
taking bathe everyday, feeding myself when im hungry
doing skincare, body care, nail care, hair care
cooking myself and ordering delicious food
making myself pretty, washing my clothes
buying me stuff considering my personal taste and style
its how i would take care of my child
:)
i found out that the thicker the coat layer, the more choppy the polish gets
and more susceptible to bubbles
its also more effective to have thick coat on the brush but not too thick
and to swipe the thick residue fast.
careful of swiping but accidentally doable coating the polish, it would make an uneven layer
got vaseline gluta-hya lotion and eryth toner
finally mastered the perfect pattern of polishing my nails (one layer coat + cuticle conditioner after 5 mins + one layer top coat) = smooth and sheer effect ITS SO PRETTY
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
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august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
i look back to my pictures from the past and its amazing when i compare the levels of the me one year ago versus to the me now
but there are still some salty residues
i had a good start of the day and was even feeling positive about posting throwback pictures and recounting my experience but i felt that saltiness as the day got older
why havent they come back?
its also the day year ago where i havent slept a wink to prepare
to see them, to see him
im really amazing…
to devote myself like that
pushing myself to my limits
commuting alone at almost midnight
i survived
helped out my siblings before they go to school
i ate heartily today
i got into this fresh slate of ideas in the morning and added some writing stuff for my blog, for my stories
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
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august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
august 2024 was a quiet, confusing month. i wasn’t writing poems yet.
i hadn’t even started ars poetica galeria. i was just journaling—typing whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t lead anywhere. there was no shape or form, just thoughts on the page.
this was the month before i began my ars poetica galeria. before i started thinking about poems as poems. before i studied form and line and sound. back then, i had no medium to funnel my randomest thoughts down—just a blinking cursor and a scattered mind. my thoughts spilled out as journals. just text. just fragments on a document.
i was still feeling my way through. or, as we say in tagalog, nangangapa pa ako. there’s no perfect english word for that, i guess? maybe… fumbling. maybe… groping in the dark for something you know is there, but can’t name yet.
these are not polished pieces. some are disjointed. some don’t make sense at all. they begin and stop like mid-thoughts. they’re not meant to be fully understood. but maybe that’s the quiet beauty of journaling. wanting to catch your mind on paper—before it flies away.
and i’m sharing them because they mattered and they would still matter, even if they never became anything else.
also i was a bit disconnected for the first wee of august but starting this day i got back to my sense of self and wants
i love my boyfriend
hope he’s doing well
checked out nacpan skin tint and message capsules
unsubscribed to minor channeled message readings to keep my recommendation page more curated
finished reviewing writing tips
done all post-its except for flip method
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