On the corner of darkness
November 5th, 2008 • Emoshitness, Fiction, Narratives, Thoughts • 2 comments
The clicks of the keyboard fill in the dark room as I push the keys non-stop. The bright light of the monitor penetrated my inflamed eyes as I could feel nothing but the twitching of my eyebrows. I could feel insects creeping up the walls but I was too busy to mind them. I kept on typing words I don’t understand and sentences that I couldn’t seem to follow. Then, something in my head made me stop the flow of words in the monitor. Then there was silence in the dusk.
I heard footsteps slowly going to a direction I don’t know. Then the door creaked open as I immediately turned my head to see who was there. It was my mother, calling me to eat dinner. She was speaking out words I don’t know, perhaps, a different language. But why did my mind know what she meant? I gently pushed the chair backwards and stood up. I walked my way to the door with numb feet and aching knees. It was a weird feeling, to tell you the truth, as if I was an old man trying to walk unsupported in spite of arthritis.
As I reached for the door, my hand was shaking and my elbow was making a squeaky noise. I turned the knob but the door didn’t open. I tried again, but still, it won’t let me out. With all my strength, I let out another shot to open the door. And when it opened, a bunch of clothes exploded out on me. Damn! It was the closet.
I kept on crawling in the dark as I was looking for the door. My hands were feeling the floor and I was moving…moving…until my head hit the wall. I was hurt and just sat myself on the floor as I let the pain own me.
On the corner of darkness, I sat. Meters away from me, the computer was still open, the text I was writing was still there. I stood up and walked some inches in the side of the room but I suddenly tripped on something. It felt like a wire, but I don’t know…everything was dark. Then, a lightning cracked and hatched a loud thunder and a strong gush of downpour fell down. And on the other side of the room, the light beaming out from the monitor was suddenly gone. I immediately thought that the wire I tripped on was the extension wire to which the computer was plugged in. I couldn’t see the text that I typed anymore. And it was just then that I realized that I didn’t save my work. The text…the long text with huge paragraphs and random sentences was gone…my dreams were gone. My random dreams in life which I kept on typing the whole day were gone.
On the corner of darkness, I sat. Meters away from me, the computer was off, the text I was writing was no more there. I felt another hit in the head when I thought that instead of looking for the door, for the way out, I should have looked for the light switch first so that everything in the room was clear. I should have reached for the right door, I should have not accidentally unplugged the computer, and I should have saved my work, the text, my dreams.
On the corner of darkness, I stood up. I looked for the light and switched it on. I plugged the computer and typed again the lost text. I saved it and went for the door and went out of the room.
There were regrets, I know. But someday, I shall be a very good artist or a writer or a mathematician or a scientist, while saving millions of lives each day with dragons flying with me or with house elves serving me a hot cup of coffee each morning. And I know, Harry Potter shall be a very good wizard friend.
An attempt to do a film review on HSM3, to go to college, and to get a haircut
October 29th, 2008 • Movies, Opinions, Random, Thoughts • 11 comments
“Is that hardcore porn?”
“No. But how I wish it was porn.”
I went to the mall yesterday with some friends to watch High School Musical 3: Senior Year. The film is all about Troy and Gabriella, faced with the great expectation of being separated with each other as they go on with their individual directions after graduation. Apparently, the production uses its big budget to improve the cinematography itself compared to the other HSM films.
The story doesn’t actually kick in and is frustratingly shallow — completely focused on its target audience which won’t seem to care about the depth of the story. But what’s good about the movie and what gives it a good reputation is its ravishing and appealing dance numbers and performances.
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Dad and I went to University of Sto. Tomas this morning to submit my application form. And as I hand my form to the guy at the Admission Office, he asked for another 2×2 pic and a photocopy of my birth certificate.
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WTF. I suddenly knew that I forgot to bring my birth certificate. And so dad was kinda nagging me. The guy told us to come back when he have already completed the requirements. Gah. And so on the way home, I was accompanied by great traffic, so much exhaustion, and dad’s babbling nags.
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I suddenly felt the urge to get a haircut. Meh.
I don’t know why, but this picture really inspires me to get a new haircut:
I only got a week to save the world
October 25th, 2008 • Angst, High School, Humor, Personal, Random • 2 comments
That’s one lazy bitch.
Okay, so I just upgraded this blog to WP 2.6.3. I hate Wordpress for updating every now and then. Gah. But thanks to Wordpress Automatic Upgrade Plugin, I got no worry whatsoever upgrading and I don’t hafta tweak into my blog’s files and all ’cause that freaks me.
Anyway, I don’t wanna turn this post into a paid post about some kickass plugin. For now, I wanna talk about the fresh minty breath of sembreak (I have no idea why it’s “minty”).
Sembreak is synonymous with laziness and as we all know, laziness is students’ favorite pastime. But in my case, teh folks have already told my sister and I that we are obliged to do house chores for the whole sembreak. And as a senior student, that just sucks big time. Being lazy is a tough job, ya knoes. Sometimes, you get butt cramps. And sometimes, when watching TV, your head is not in the right position and you can’t reach the remote, which is terrible.
But whatever the heck will happen to me in this sembreak should turn out awesome. That is, without the folks destroying my plans of pwning this vacation. And what are the plans?
- Watch High School Musical 3 with a group of friends on Tuesday. (teh folks have no idea of this so keep your big mouth shut. I just told them that we have to meet for the upcoming debate at school)
- Well, at least try to read some good books.
- Blow all my money off. (meh. It’s sembreak…what’re the odds?)
- Help my cat relieve all that sexual desire she’s feeling. (STFU. I know what you’re thinking…and it’s not that. What I mean with “relieve” is at least, comfort her)
- Eat a lot.
- Rest a lot.
So before the forces of the parents annihilate my evil plans, I shall, at least, think nice that my sembreak will turn out just fine. *winks*
*Lazy bitch picture courtesy of this link.
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Thrown about into a world of amiss
Whilst in the saddle of a looped gushing of agitation
Sudden despair, I suppose
But nay…
I
just
pine
thou.
