“As to what purpose brought you here upon myself in the middle of siesta time?” I asked.

“I fully request your immediate response to our questions regarding things of great confidentiality,” the Master Douche answered.

“You have my time, Master Douche,” I submitted myself for a few minutes, brought about by deep curiosity regarding the actual motive of their appearance.

For a few seconds, they held the same annoying facial expression which made me regret the will to entertain whatever their questions might be. “Amongst the ladies frolicking about in our area, tell before the Council who do you think holds the most of your appreciation and infatuation?”

I looked around in thought whilst examining the maidens all about. A few moments passed, I turned back to the Council. “Respectfully Douche Council, I have settled my choice.”

“That’s wonderful. I reckon you had a difficult time gathering these beautiful maidens in your head,” Count Douche, the second-in-command of the Douche Council replied. “Now, tell me, citizen, who is your pick?”

“That beautiful baroness over there at the shop.”

“Magnificent choice. I have to commend you on your good taste, citizen.”

“Thank you, Council.”

“GUARDS! Take thee to the nunnery!” commanded Master Douche, pointing to the beautiful maiden I had chosen.

“What?!” I protested.

“Now, proceeding to the next question…”

THE END.

You see, I have been blogging lesser since college, by the name of “BS Architecture”, devoured all my time and my social life (oh for fuckssake, I don’t even have a social life but then, my chances of actually living one through orgs and stuff have diminished to ashes). And so what happened was the internet hated me for not blogging anymore and for posting NSFW stuff in Tumblr, so it shut down my blog and gave it a permanent amnesia.

Even my reading frenzy died because of the deadly acads. After watching The Lord Of The Rings movies for a hunded times over, I finally got my hands on the books a few months ago. I started reading The Fellowship Of The Ring during Christmas time while I was in Batangas. And until now, I haven’t reached the part where Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pipin landed in Rivendell to establish the Fellowship. And my relationship with the outside world was also killed and now I only stay awake inside my own  universe.

In fact, my family just recently had a trip to the north just for the sake of it. They went to Vigan, to Pagudpud, to the windmills, to Cagayan…but I was unfortunately left at home, finishing my major plate. My love for travel and going to places understands the situation since I need to optimize my tuition fee by not screwing up at school and by making it a point that I am always present in every class, although I am guilty of a few cases of cutting classes but you see, I only did them for the greater good…or not. Just like the time when I cut Design-1 class just to go to some book fair in Mall of Asia…heeeheeeheee. But other than that, to tell you the truth, whenever I cut classes, I’d be in the drafting room of the library, finishing my plates. I’m still a good student, believe it or not.

And speaking of traveling, all these academic shiznits make me want to enjoy my summer by travelling and going to places other than Manila, Pasig, and Batangas. But the problem is, I’m broke, I can’t journey to distant places without money. It suddenly reminds me of Alexander Supertramp, the guy in Into The Wild. He traveled to distant places without money. But no, I don’t wanna travel penniless, hunt for some wild pigs, and eat some poisonous herbs and die in an abandoned bus in the middle of nowhere. Thinking of traveling and going to really far places makes me feel like a kid—a careless kid who chases his kite.

When I was a kid, my career plans were more exciting. I used to dream of being an ice cream man, and then when I get shitloads of money, I’d buy a car and be taxi driver. I also thought of being a firefighter and a garbage collector. Some not-so-deep psychological analysis tells that I really wanna go to places. The ice cream man goes to kids who’d buy ice cream, the taxi driver goes to the place his costumer wants to go, the firefighter goes to where there is fire, and the garbage collector goes to where there’s trash. But where do I wanna go?

Well, I haven’t figured that out since I have been thinking of sustainable architecture and my Design-2 third major plate in the past few days. But I will try to keep up with this blog as much as I can.