Thursday, June 26, 2014

Can't this thing drive any farther?

Writer's block. It's supposed to be a medieval mixed with 17th or 18th century place--the stuff in the end of this part is an attempt to escape from the chains of w. block

We enter the forest, with the scent of burnt wood wafting around Winifred and I. We don't go as deep, though. At just the sign of rent trees and charred trunks, a strong hand grips my shoulder. "Not so fast, Aleks." The fingers are feminine and I see a beautiful face crowned with dark hair. The rest is cramped inside the physique and garb of one of our town's solid Watchers. Aunt Seraphina. She takes one look at Winifred. "Girlfriend?" My cheeks clog up with red, and shake my head furiously. 
"Adventure, then. Sorry, Aleksandar, I cannot let you in… Towards the dragon." I plead with her, unsheathing the dagger Winifred and I bought from the market in the outskirts. The hilt had a dragon carved in red sard. "No, you still cannot go past, even with a dagger. We worry for you, don't you know? …Yet, I hope you understand," she says, her hand now gently tilting my head to look into hers. 
"All right," I nod, eyes falling downcast. Then, a messenger comes to my aunt. "Captain," he pants, "There is still no sign of the dragon awakening. We have sent the letters to the cool reptile expert from Jurassic park and a dragon expert who was from the east but came here to retire and eat cream puffs all day long. They should like ask the super large dragon if it comes in peace or war. Plus there seems to be two Lay-Z Boys over its back and there is some popcorn parts by the seats. Search for geezers or science blokes is starting." 

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Hala España!!

2014 World Cup Brazil: ETA 1 hour

Points I am going to edit and polish tomorrow bc ONE MORE HOUR I GOTTA SLEEP!!!!!!!!

  • Today I am witness to a show of my humanity's best and worst.
  • I will watch the World Cup in my pajamas. 
  • Nepal is staying awake tonight, I bet. We're thinking it's worth it--all the tv cable/electricity bills, less schoolwork done if we don't sleep early so we're less energetic, original replica kits or jerseys, beer (for those dudes in the newly-christened Sports Bar and stuff). 
  • The Nepal-Philippines consul general made some amazing points in a speech just from his head. I cannot ever imagine memorising a long speech like that, let alone speak in front of people.
  • Does McDonalds Philippines have those Coke WC-themed cups again?
  • Stefan Bachmann is making tumblr?


A little filler for an almost-nice day

 Poptropica instead of portfolio :/

Really, this Focus scientist is brill
Except for the Narfs. I hate 'em.

I like how sad the staff were, all melancholy

See? Reason 58 of why I like computer programmers and such

Awww, sorry sugars, I bet your teams will win someday. Meet me at the Bananabee's at 8, dinner's on me.

And I'm trying not to remember 'no-one has to die' with this:

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Broken trance

Good--I actually have something legit to write about now (am so happy!! xD)

It pains my fingers to write something I know I have to write, rather than the carefree bliss spent over hours of endless scrolling on time wasters. Like this one, I know… Almost everyday there is regret and remorse about the things should have done and that should have been. And there has very little been done about it. So my days remain forgotten like the dusty old cloth bookmark hidden between a crevice on a vast bamboo bookshelf. 

What we do now is a building block invested towards our future. Most of times I brush that off and run away with something because it gives me momentary happiness. Occasionally I do something actually good and it gives me joy for a week and more. 

Freedom still has its bounds. Or maybe what I have now isn't purely freedom. I think it is what I make of it, what I carve. It seems if I don't use it for what freedom is and do something stupid I fall down on a pit and go back to the beginning of the cycle. I ponder on what prevents me from stumbling. All the time it is in front of my eyes. I don't usually take it, maybe because I am blind or am fooled by the notion that I don't have any time for the solution. The answer calls me, gently, other times plain loud like a mother sternly leading its child away from what is bad, and towards his goodwill. And the remedy also knows that it is my decision whether or not I should listen to the voice of its truth. Because I am human, I know that to listen is for my good, to refuse is to be cast away from these good shores. And of course, all of us know that everyone always chooses the better one.