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I’m not sure when I’ll ever be able to not care about what other people think but despite being affected by other’s opinions, I still proceed with pursuing my dreams. It is unfortunate when people whose opinions I care about are not pleased with me and there have been times when gaining their respect or approval was utmost on my mind and their criticism paralyzed me but I soon realized that their words were no better or significant than background noise, especially when it was merely destructive to my well-being and improvement.

We all wish for our kin’s approval and in an ideal world, it might happen, but we are all not that lucky. Without the appropriate encouragement and support, are we all to just fall behind on our own progress and let the lack of ideal circumstances get the better of us.

We must proceed on our path whether or not the people around us make way for it or cheer us on and let the naysayers’ babble simply be considered irrelevant background noise as we seek to progress and achieve our dream.

(c) Niconica 2013


I have been quite remiss with posting this past week or so owing to both expected and unexpected flurry of activity which have come my way.  Being busy has its perks because the active moving forward and social interaction with people hold their own rewards, however, it can wear thin when we crave the sensation of feeling centered within our own solitude and reverie and in not being able to examine my thoughts and digest my experiences through blogging, I have felt some unease.

It is important to be able to process our experiences as we go through them–it can be said that it is essential to our sanity to be able to do so. I admire people who go through life engaging in action after action without much introspection because it feels that they don’t have the limitations which I seem to have–which is, feeling affected and unhappy when I am not able to regularly write and share my thoughts and be able to organize them more or less coherently than they appear in my head.

A flurry of activity can be tolerable when they appear in short bursts, but I do value my routine and I generally prefer that my routine is not disturbed as much as possible.  Having alone time is important and no matter how busy we are, we would feel unsettled when we do not have certain down times where we get to rest, be quiet, and enjoy our own company and indulge in our flights of fancy.

Having space and solitude is essential for natural introverts to be able to cope with the extroverted world.  Being able to write daily is invaluable to a writer–most especially, an aspiring one such as myself.  To be able to escape into the comfort of my reverie in a starburst of words and sentences is bliss.  I will endeavour to make up my lacking posts somehow.

(c) Niconica 2013

The past decade of my life has been eventful, to say the least.  It is basically a constant refresher on the Buddha‘s teachings of impermanence.  It has not gone according to plan and it makes me realize that we can make plans and aspire all we want to certain things but there are things which are beyond the grasp of sheer will and hard work–while of course, there are certain things which are achievable through perseverance.  Yet, there is no assurance about the future outcome of events because the nature of reality is that it is unpredictable and sometimes, even appearing random, while having some strange thread flowing through them when we look back.

I’ve come to learn that there may be things which we would desire and which to come into fruition but sometimes, it is not within our control or for us to say.  And it seems that each year that we live on this earth, the ante goes up and we are given more and more challenges, and sometimes we feel that we might even reach our breaking point because everything seems to be going awry and when we look at our fellow human beings–it may seem that everything is going peachy for them while we stand in the rain looking at their blessings.  What we may not be aware of is that they may be thinking the same thing because we hardly get everything that we want and while one facet of our life may be going more smoothly and we may feel that we are gradually getting a grasp on how to handle it; there would be other facets of life which feels like Russian roulette and we’ll just have to deal with what we are given and see what happens.

It is the lack of control of the outcome which really gives us pain because the uncertainty is not pleasant to bear and we would then have to cultivate both patience and courage with dealing with all things which are out of our control.  It’s not comfortable to think that there are more things which are out of our control that is within our control, but yet within this limitation, we may begin to harness the strength that we have and work with it.  We are in control of our own body, speech, and mind–or so we should be.  I think that beyond thinking about making situations or people conform to our will, we must first look within ourselves and investigate the nature of our own thoughts and seriously learn to hone our own unruly thoughts so that we may not become our own worst enemies.

We must also learn to harness the power of our speech so that we may be able to promote goodwill amongst fellow human beings instead of creating strife and conflict–and these then lead towards the further step of doing good with our presence here on earth–which is just a meager few decades.  This realization should spur us to make the most out of our limited time on earth and allow us to be of benefit to our fellow inhabitants of the planet/cosmos/galaxy.  It is in this manner which we would be able to better ourselves, as well as others, and even though we might still not be able to surmise or fully control what the future holds, we will be planting positive seeds which would eventually yield pleasant experiences for us.

(c) Niconica 2013


There are so many misunderstandings which arise from both what is said and what is left unsaid that we cannot be flippant about the manner in which we communicate whether verbally or in writing. It pays to be clear and specific that we say what we mean and we mean what we say.

In avoiding ambiguity and misleading statements, we show that we respect ourselves and the other and we therefore do not want to play mind games with them. Before we react based on our fleeting thoughts and unreliable perceptions, it would be good to clarify what is said and what was meant and double check whether we are reacting to the correct information.

Playing mind games and expecting the other to know what we want telepathically is unrealistic and immature and it sets up the other person for failure because unless they are psychic or have some sort of intense soul mate connection with you, chances are they wouldn’t know exactly what you want and why.

Pride gets in the way of relaying sentiments at times because we don’t want to have to explain ourselves and it may sound that we are belabouring the conversation but in the interest of honesty, openness, and fairness, this is the only way that we would be able to give the other person the correct idea and an opportunity to respond and interact with us in a manner which we can build on and move forward together.

The media bombards us with unrealistic expectations of relationships and friendships and we sometimes find ourselves feeling disappointed that we will not be able to meet these unrealistic standards and it is on this basis that we try told mold our behaviour to confirm to the supposed majority and in the process we compromise our identity and this complex predicament contributes to our further inability to conmunicate with others in a direct, clear, and specific manner and we lose out on authentic connections by trying to measure up to a standard of perfection which only exist in fiction.

We must learn to be real and humble enough to cut through the rubbish and express our authentic selves to be able to have the chance of developing a genuine connection with each other. Easier said than done, of course. We risk making mistakes and being vulnerable but each sincere attempt brings us closer to our goal of authentic mutual connections.

(c) Niconica 2013

I’ve been a bit remiss with posting during the previous year owing to various personal events which I’ve had to attend to immediately. I can say it has been a year of challenges last year and the year could not have ended soon enough.

A relative passed away and another two relatives fell seriously ill within the span of a few months and it has been rather overwhelming and I have not been able to write as much as I wanted.

I realise now that perhaps if I did write blog posts daily then it might have helped me process all the experiences or express them in some way so that the pain does not eat them inside.

For me, blogging is not a literal personal diary which chronicles events during the day without editing but it is a process of digesting and processing key experiences and deriving some sort of insight or learning from it.

I’ve chosen to learn to focus my experiences and thoughts in several articles and compose them on my iPhone and schedule the publishing.

I didn’t write much before either because I was too preoccupied with daily activities or I was not sure what to write because the experiences felt too raw and I was not in the mind state to process them as I do now and articulate them on my blog.

I believe that being able to sift through the experiences and express them in a coherent manner is beneficial for blogging because in this manner, it has some sort of composition and point to each musing so that every topic shared would be digestible and hopefully, comprehensible.

I have a liking for very long rambling sentences which might not pass the muster of the grammar police but I feel that it relays my thoughts more effectively because life is not concise and straight to the point as we might hope it to be and I like that my sentences reflect how thoughts swim through our heads in a circular fashion or concurrently meet at the intersection of our mind and get linked together with each other to form what appears to be a whole.

Robin McKinley is my favourite fantasy fiction writer and I love how she writes incredibly long and flowing sentences which seem to flow from the mind straight to the page in a delightful and complex stream.

My daily blogging is essential to my mental health too because it allows me to express my innermost thoughts and opinions and make sense of daily occurrences. I am not given the opportunity to philosophise and verbally process the insights I derive and bring able to express it through writing feels fulfilling.

As an aspiring writer, I also get to practice stringing words together and enjoying how they come together beautifully and sometimes awkwardly. I have always been partial to the children and young adult fiction fantasy genre but my experience of sharing my thoughts daily has given me an appreciation for non-fiction.

Who knows what lies ahead? Meanwhile, I write, write, and write.

Writing in itself is a rewarding experience and I would continue to write even if no one gets to read what I write however, having readers appreciate and enjoy my writing is definitely more heartening and encouraging.

I would like to sincerely thank my readers and subscribers for allowing my words to grace their eyes, and hopefully and eventually their minds and hearts.

(c) Niconica 2013

In lieu of a daily journal, I blog daily. I think writing a daily diary is a very therapeutic process and I won’t take it out of the options in self-expression and daily reflection. It just so happens that as of late, I’m more drawn to blogging daily rather than scribbling into a diary though there are other times when I enjoy the unedited thoughts which flow when we scribble into our journals.

My blog is in a sense a more disciplined form of daily reflection since I would usually choose a topic to blog about and focus on it when I write. It is a pleasant process to be able to write about random topics, and it requires discipline to be able to focus on the discussion at hand.

In the course of blogging, I’ve learned to express myself more and share my thoughts on a variety of topics and explore and share one’s musings and experiences. It happens that my articles lean towards psychology and it is something of a pleasant surprise to me because as I continue the process of writing and blogging, I discover the topics which I am drawn to just as the topics discover me and it is a very interesting and organic process.

I had wanted to be a writer for a long time and I’ve been seeking to write fantasy fiction in the children and young adult genre and I thought that during the course of my blogging I would be able to practice and reveal my fiction writing however in the course of blogging, my choice of topics seem to have chosen me just as I seem to have chosen them and I find that I seem to enjoy writing non-fiction articles which tend towards psychology and spirituality.

It is an enjoyable experience to be able to write non-fiction as well and be able to delve into the quirks and nuances of human behavior and experience. It is also comforting to be able to reflect on different subjects daily and share my thoughts and feelings on them.

Being able to write daily is a wonderful pairing with my penchant for copious amounts of reading and this creates a discourse and organic interaction among what I experience, what I read, and what I write. As such, this blog witnesses the result of my inner discourses, constant learning, and ongoing experiences. I’m looking forward to see where it goes.

Thank you for reading my blog entries and sharing the experience with me.

(c) Niconica 2013

Nothing beats the sensation of being caught up in a lovely novel and letting the fictional world and characters take us away.

In this fictional world, we are voyeurs… Merely spactators of the unfolding world around us and immune to the burdens of real life.

At it’s best, great fiction is escapism and nothing compares to being lost among the words and the pages and leaving our daily cares behind.

Great writing is an efficient balm against our mundane concerns and transports us into another reality. For true book lovers, nothing else can compare to what great fiction writing provides.

(c) Niconica 2012

It is a pity that Jane Austen was not aware of the mesmerizing effect her novels would have on generations of women in the future.  She writes about love, courtship, and social graces where the men exist in the novels as objects of romantic affection as well as the pursuers in matters of the heart – the perfect “modern” fairy tale.

I use “modern” here as a phrase relative to the usual setting of fairy tales which would probably be more at home in the medieval  age of chivalry.  Of course, compared to our early 21st century era – Jane Austen’s period would not be considered modern anymore.

Even if we do not admit it out loud, in our heart of hearts we would like to imagine men to be as they are in Jane Austen’s books – which portrays their roles and existence from the feminine perspective.

Why our minds more easily get caught up in the ideas of love and romance is a source of both delight and disappointment to us.  (But, I digress.)

Back to the topic, Jane Austen is simply a genius–she is the writer’s writer of her genre–her observations of the nuances and subtleties of human behavior pours into the story, characters, and pages smoothly… and we laugh, cry, and get annoyed the lead characters as they experience the story unfolding around them – and almost wish that we were part of that world.

She writes about love and courtship so gracefully that it seems as though she has been out there and experienced it all.  However, the question would have to be raised that had she been out there experiencing it all, she might not have found the time to put pen to paper and entrance us with her novels.

Her keen insights into love, courtship, romance, and marriage are exquisite… and it is evident in her novels. Her novels serve as a commentary on human nature –their frailties and foibles–which, despite ongoing advancements in science and technology, remain pleasantly and disappointingly similar.

Her characters are poignant, memorable, infuriating, and delightful… one cannot help but wish that she had lived to write more of her masterpieces.

In our hearts and in our minds, we proclaim, “Long Live  Jane Austen!”  Thank you for teaching us about the joys and pitfalls of love and romance, among many other things.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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I’ve asked myself  often, why write?  Why this overwhelming need to put pen to paper or tap away at the keyboard of the computer and come up with words strung together in what we might hope to be a coherent and melodious rhythm?  Why the constant struggle with the ebb and flow of words and the dreaded writer‘s block?  And I suppose that the answer is, instead of all the numerous justifications and reasons which can be used: because I cannot not write.

I have read somewhere that one is either a writer or isn’t – and writers are a different breed altogether – the compulsion and the need to churn words out in what we hope to be intelligible format is part and parcel of who we are… whether it is published or not is irrelevant.  While the notion of being published is probably many writers’ Holy Grail, it is still beside the point… we just need to write, we cannot live without constructing sentences and expressing ourselves in such a manner, even if it is only for ourselves to read… even if it is only for ourselves to make sense of our inner and outer worlds.

A writer is both a participant and an observer in life and it is this dichotomous friction which when in harmony produces the flame of  writing which illuminates. On the other hand, when the role of participant and observer are at odds which each other, which is more often than not the case, it produces the tortured frustration which can only be alleviated by putting pen to paper so to speak and letting the words spill out.  And the cycle then repeats itself.  It cannot be helped.  And this is why I write.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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This is what writer‘s block feels like – a stack of papers which pile up in our brain and yet we are unable to make heads or tails of it all as it threatens presently to crash down upon us.  The paralysis and the frustration which ensues is unparalleled – knowing that there is an availability of ideas but not knowing which to pull out and use first or unable to even make sense of the incoherent jumble of ideas present in the archives of our minds.

It is during this point when it pays to seize the writing bug when it bites us and churn out a couple of posts in a frenzy – and stagger the release of the posts as suggested by The Daily Post (  There would really be some days where writing doesn’t flow quite easily.  Julia Cameron has also suggested in The Artist’s Way the use of the tool of the “Morning Pages” where one writes freely to empty one’s brain of all the words and thoughts jumbled up inside to make room for actual writing and/or creativity to flow.

Both these techniques have served me well to a certain extent – except that my “Morning Pages” are not actually done in the morning and they are not done as regularly as it has been prescribed.  I can imagine that if I had done it daily was recommended, that it would free up the clutter of my mind and reduce the so-called stacks of paper from threatening to heap upon me.

Another technique which has served me well when I am unable to write is to read books about writing and/or stories about writers and how they deal with the daily terror of the blank page.  However, it must be pointed out that reading tomes upon tomes of books about writing does not replace writing at all, even though reading the advice of writer’s about writing may feel that we are enveloped by the craft – it is almost too tempting to get lost in the illusion of it and not actually come out of the inspirational haze and plop ourselves down on our chairs and actually write.

Writing can only be accomplished by actually writing – by putting pen to paper, or by clicking away on the keyboard, or typewriter.  There is no other way.  Great and successful writers have managed to fully commit to writing – to write and churn out a certain word count a day for a certain number of hours whether they are in the mood or not.  For others who have not gotten to that point yet, it depends on one’s moods… and it has to be stressed that, when the mood strikes, we must seize the moment and squeeze out as many words as possible – to prepare for the period of drought to come.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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