MARTY

Bragging is not a nice way to introduce my self, eh? In the first place, why will I?

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Just call me Marty, the easiest way to connect with me. I tremendously love going out, exploring, hiking, camping... even hunting. I love going out, especially on the fact that I can bring those experiences in my work. Every writers do it, so it's understandable.



For the course of five years I became aware that writing is the only ledge I can hang myself above, it took me several risks to decide what should I do and what to make out with my self. (Try to consume your anger and scream, drink a pure strong whiskey and let's see what will happen). Randomly, I am that kind of guy, doing stuff that makes everyone go "Eww" and "What the - ". I'm used to that, I really should be used to that. Life isn't easy, it should take risks.

It's hard, you know, growing up with so much criticism around me. I grew up in a farm my grandad used to take us (bless me, he's in heaven drinking a cold can of diet coke with bro' Gabriel.) and just strolled with us. Hhhuh, missed those days. Yes, I grew up there, loving all animals excepts rats (I use rats in my narratives A-LOT) which are still unlikable. I know, you agree with me. There was even a time when we got no electricity at night but still I kept on reading and reading and reading until my eyes keeps me out and found me'self lyin' somewhere else just near the house. I was never a lazy kid, it just happened that I have a lot of playmates, cousins who visits every summer - the best days of my younger years - and all those fruits and crops my grandad could get from his humongous square land areas. I love the farm, but never loved the house near the river. The river that turns like oil in the night.



I never played basketball, honestly, I never did. I don't know why I don't have such interest in that specific sport. I love badminton, less volleyball, and more tennis. And the Olympics, but never thought of trying to work out that bad to join the "Hey Team, We Go!" thing. I am introverted, just sitting there in front of the table drooling unspeakable words...oh, wait! I'm writing about someone again. But honestly, I'm a typical introvert who eats Ice Cream on the table in front of my Laptop and just type and type and type...and read and read and read...and type and read and type...



My parents are, of course, the only people I know who really supported me, I was a lazy kid...no, a lazy student, but they are the only ones who talked me on it. And I know, I love them so much. My mom is Mercy. See? Merciful kind of woman who always cook rise the best. And my dad, Rex. Mmmm, my grandad said that name is Kingly, I don't know. But my dad's a Japanese Chef and yeah, he cooks a lot. I love them. Period.



Where was I? Oh, I see. Life story and something useful about me.



I started writing at the age of eleven, small strokes there. One paragraph of a horror story. One stroke there. One paragraph of a ridiculously created monster. At the age of 15, that was when I started to think what should I be like. I began to write, but mostly they all went to my bin and there I go again. Write another one until I could feel a stab of frustration.



But it changed.



At college, I picked the Course Bachelor of Arts and Literature. I just grabbed it. I want it, just really want it. University of San Agustin, Iloilo. I am a fourth year student now, taking a risk on my fifth year this year. What risk? A lot. Writing a duo-series Clandestine and adjusting my time for my blogs and reviews. Not so much to tell you, I can't tell much because we have to prove it somehow, eh?



But don't worry, time after time, I'll post something useful and entertaining  in my Webpage and all. x



“And once your life loses its touch in the world, they would come again to seek to end it.”

― Reymart Dinglasa, Clandestine