ame wa sabishii

the universe and everything in it are seemingly conspiring to piss me off today, so before i go ahead and explode (i.e. go chop everybody's heads off or prevent them from ever seeding the earth with their spawn), i shall write. that's what i'll do. i'll write.

i had a dream some nights before. it was just me, and tons of people milling around. i don't know them, i don't even see their faces. maybe i forgot my glasses in that particular dream.

anyway, i was walking to wherever i was going but i never really got anywhere. just walking and maybe thinking of that place i'm going to, but never really getting there. i step off a curb to cross the street and all i see are a pair of headlights very very close to where i stood.

then i woke up.

the cosmos must be trying to send me a message somewhere in that dream, but then, it's impossible to care less.

HappyHappyJoyJoy and God of War

We are currently having creativity exercises at the office, and well, so far, I've only participated in one activity. It's called Mini Saga writing. Only rule is, write a story using a minimum of 50 words, 200 words max. Here's what I have so far:

HappyHappyJoyJoy

She woke up and readied herself for work.
She went into the office with a smile on her face.
She worked.
She logged out on the office attendance sheet.
She hailed a cab.
She greeted the doorman and went straight to her flat.
She was happy, she could almost hear them say.
She laughed.

And pulled the trigger.

God of War

He put his katana back in its sheath. Surveying the remnants of the carnage around him, he wiped his brow and walked back to the battlemaster. He grinned, the last one had let out a scream as guts spilled on the grass. He has bounty to collect and what a bounty it was.

The battlemaster announced his victory and he smiled broadly. He was the god of war, he thought to himself, his chest puffing up visibly.

Someone tapped his shoulder and said, You extending or not?

Well, I'm not exactly sure when my writing started being this dark and twisted. Tell me if it's any good, ne

random ramblings

On Twisted 8: Night of the Living Twisted

I have always liked Jessica Zafra. I trolled the UST Library Filipiñana Section to read her books (along with Bob Ong's and the Pugad Baboys). I find her brand of sarcasm and irony hilarious and well, informative. Mind you, I don't always agree with her about some things (like tennis and Sting) but I still like her writing. Anyway, I bought her newest collection of twisted articles, Twisted 8: Night of the Living Twisted, and was sadly underwhelmed.
Her adventures and semi-fame have taken her elsewhere far and away and I can't really relate anymore (at least to most of them). I DID love the unpublished short stories included in the book. She's still her, only older, I guess.

On Fantasy

I dug up an old notebook and a sheaf of paper (actually flyers Ayee refused to give out and bestowed upon me for scratch paper)

alamat

minsan talaga, hindi mo alam kung maaasar ka kay batman, sa ibang tao, o sa sarili mo. minsan kasi, meron talagang mga bagay na wala kang control at dahil wala kang control, di mo alam kung ano at sino ang sisisihin.

isa na akong alamat. sabi nya kasi dati, magiging alamat ako pag naging masamang panaginip nalang siya. ewan. biglang pumasok sa isip ko yung surreal na nightmare. Yung tipong binabangungot ka, tapos nagising ka. di mo lang alam, nasa bangungot ka parin. bagong bangungot siguro, pero bangungot parin. parang washing machine lang siguro talaga ang buhay: wash, drain, rinse, wash, drain, rinse, drain, spin. vicious cycle.

mainit. masarap maligo pag hapon kung kelan walang tigil ang pagtagaktak ng pawis mo. ang problema, katatapos mo lang maligo, pinagpapawisan ka na ulit.

but you have to admit, it felt good, even if it was just for a little while.