My Favorite Authors

You might notice the slight sarcasm in some of my articles...if not, just stick around and you'll see. They will entirely be intentional. If I let my deepest thoughts go into a ransack, then most of what's gonna be written would be...offensive. My close friends know that, as do I. That's why I stick to sarcasm as it is less blunt and rather amusing to do so, to say the least. 

If there's two people who had (in the words of one of them) inspired my destruction, I blame these two:

Very good read, just darn expensive!

Her books get thinner and thinner...I wonder why?

They have taught me to become the bitter person that I am and be happy about it. Well...I'm not entirely bitter, I'm mostly ignorant...but I love this whole concept of staring out into the world from a slightly optimistic yet highly ironic point of view (verbal, situational, or dramatic.) They have taught me through their written words that life becomes funnier when you see the irony in everything and laugh right at it. They've molded me into a person I never thought I'd become but feel right about becoming anyway--a bittersweet person.

Anthony Bourdain is a world-class professional eater, a once-upon-a-time chef, a bad ass TV host, and frankly, quite a damn good writer. I hear his voice narrating his digestive tales whenever I read his book, that New Yorker accent speaking in a swinging tone as he playfully describes his thoughts on what you see on camera. Yep, I'm a fan of his simply by how he runs the show, but I'm a bigger fan of how he puts his words on print. Although he's not a fan of sweets unlike me, I still get to enjoy his yearning for meat and willingness to die with a clogged heart.

Jessica Zafra on the other hand is the professional writer whom I got to know through her Twisted Series. Her ways to describe the irony of life never gets boring even if the topic is about cats. She writes in a slang that makes me smile every now and then because she writes in a tone that curses life despite being privileged on so many ocassions. Simply put, her topsy-turvy impression of her great luck in life makes for a good read. She is a reference to most of the things I want to describe, and she is an epitome of sarcastic deliberation.

These two work with a common trade secret: talk about something they're good at and completely deny the fact that they know what they're talking about. Cocky but humble, my kind of people. I on the other hand can only hope that what I write about--to the very least--make some horrible sense, but I can't be the judge of that. If there's anything I enjoy more, it's their slightly to overly cynical ways of expressing deep thoughts that make my eyes run from cover to cover. I love unconventional adjectives!

They're out and about flying from one country to the next, meeting people of known stature, making their way through the crowds in one event after another despite their anti-social nature. Now that's the bittersweet dream!

I can only hope that my woes doesn't end up with chasing some unheard dream. Instead, just like them, end up somewhere far far away for an event sponsored by someone else's pocket. For now though, I'm fine boiling in the misery of being in a quarter-life crisis.