
i remember a scene from one of my favorite films of all time, Full Metal Jacket when maggots were about to leave Parris Island from intense, if not, violent training and they're about to be assigned after their graduation from being cadets to full marines. The protagonist, Private Joker-played by Matthew Modine, was called and assigned to journalism, as opposed to infantry in which their drill sergeant Hartman mocked him. Hartman goes, "A writer? holy shit, private joker, you're not a writer, you're a killer!" private joker goes, "a killer, yes sir. a killer, sir". At the end of the film, he proved himself as such by shooting a 14 year old (i guess) sniper.
I am neither a writer,nor a killer. An' I'll probably will get heckles and snickers from people who knows me after this (and a few more) will be posted. I may be, confidently good at conversation (i'm sure my wife would disagree with this) but I'm not really good at converting words that comes out of my mouth to words comin from a pen (or keyboard).
But I'll do it.
I was having this conversation with my wife the other day about some topic (which is probably reserved at another entry) and she said why can't I write. I asked, "write what?". She said "ayan, yang mga tinatanong at sinasagot mo mag-isa. gawan mo ng blog at isulat mo!"
And an obedient husband I am.
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