One plus one equals three.

I know what you're thinking...and the answer is Yes--and No. Yes, you see it right, I have learned a new method of adding things up but NO, I do not like math. One of the few great lessons I've learned from my friend and professor is that not to take everything too literally. Things just don't add up and result to the same way you actually thought them to be. But if you still can't figure it out, picture it like this.

You suddenly had a hopeless romantic inspiration and wanted to write a story. So, you spend days and days--even months thinking, researching, writing, editing and re-editing altogether and before you know it, you have a story! Fast track a few years later you read your story once again and see what you've conjured up during your younger days. By then, you'd realize..."Oh..my...gosh! Did I write this?!!" Well, the exaggerated way. "I cannot believe I wrote these mushy stuff!" or let's be narcissus "SERIOUSLY, I wrote these? Wow. I was sooo cool."

But of course, that is not always the case but only based only on my experience. Because you might either be too proud or too ashamed of what you've done and still won't believe it otherwise. Most people can do a lot of things, even better than what they planned, if they just put lots of effort into it then end up thinking, how was I able to do it? Funny it maybe, our minds and determination can work beyond what we can normally perceive as mere patches of moving clay on this earth. Really cool actually. When you add up what you think you have then the sum would be equated to that. But not really.

1 effort + 1 imagination = millions of art

So, one plus one is?

To my professor

I've said it once and I'm saying it again, "I'm not that good a writer" and I've seen better. In the eighteen years, two months, and 22 days of my life I have never been truly confident with showing others what I write because it was just like sharing my deepest secrets and inner thoughts to people who I don't even know. But then, lately, I realized what influence and information I may give to others just by writing.

And I would never have thought of doing so without my professor, Sir Abe Rotor whom I and my good friend Audrey would secretly(except now it's no longer a secret) call "Tatay". He is like a father figure and at the same time wise dude for us, a type of guy who could gladly inspire anyone who would also gladly listen to him, otherwise, every words he would say are seemingly useless.

So anyway, I am probably one of the thousand living humans who dares to listen to this wise man. And though I may not be able to write like him especially not with poems (simply not my forte) and also incapable of writing at least three articles a day, I would still do my best to write, write, write, and write!

No matter how bad, at least I do something about it, right?

Here is the blog of my professor: avrotor.blogspot.com