By Wild Ice
Indeed, that thing called 'love' comes in unexpected moments. Going a few nightouts back, I encountered You unexpectedly at my house.
Warning: The next sentences may make you puke due to sentimental 'corned' terms which one may not expect from a me (since I've never been this emotional).
It had been a common post in blogs about people and their friggin' love life and I'm telling you everytime I read about one... *sigh* curses...
But is it really that way? When one feels that strange feeling, one has the craving for letting the public have an idea about it? Maybe the answer is in front of your eyes. I'm not that kind of person but I am it now and it is because of this odd sensation deep inside (damn--there you go!!! Corn!!).
Let me address these words to my YOU and as usual, I won't mention names--just clues. It's like Blues Clues meets Korean Melodrama. Moving on, if you remember quite clearly, I mentioned about "relationship" alongside "babysitting" from my Tuesday Falling Star blogpost. And realizing I'm becoming a gourmet in this idea, I shall once again eat some of my words. Am I really that desperate? Or Am I just that 'infatuated'?
We spent the other night together and indeed it was one of the best nights I've had. And the feeling just reminds me of that of the time I posted my blog about eating shawarma for the first time (one of my first few blogs dealing with "love" or "infatuation"). And this very very early morning, I had enough courage and extra load to have a conversation with you. It was odd; I fought sleepiness to have the conversation with you. We had the whole two hours texting and the next 42 minutes and 57 seconds spilling odd personal questions--which I've never done for years with someone I like. And I've been laughing the wholetime---you noticed. It was the other me--laughing at the infatuated me. It was very foolish of me--don't worry, you're not the only one confused here. I am also confused---I'm not into this thing and I've made mention about not wanting to be some babysitter.
But right now, I guess babysitting would do good... just to fucking have you (corn... more corns please!!). If you only knew, I'm saving your messages like hell (corn). And I read them over and over and I get the tingles whenever I read the pronoun 'us' you used (Damn right, I'm being a fucking highschooler again). And I keep on looking for hidden messages embedded between lines. Actually, I even learned how you compose your texts.
Before we ended our phonecall this early morning, I dropped the bomb question. Funny thing is that you just played with it and asked for specifics. I parried the idea that I was about to detonate it for the sake of expressing what I want to happen between us (there goes that pronoun once more!!! And.. CORN CORN CORN)
"I need to go back to sleep...Good night." I ended and we bid goodbyes.
Fuck love. Damn, I hate this. But will I be able to control the feeling?
To be fucking continued....
By Wild Ice
It's not that I'm really against this person, it's just that it caught my attention once again. If you happen to lose your mind and click on my blogposts particularly the one about whom I called "god", you'd have the some idea about that person's characteristics--well, based on my perspective.
I just feel like mentioning this: A friend of mine told me "god" is appearing on TV. And when I heard about the title of the show, I laughed myself to sleep for the mere reason that it is the most (if only I could add intensifiers with the word 'most'--which would make it redundant yet true) unlikely show that "god" could be in.
Take note that "god" is very dark spiritually, serious, and, well, anti-social.
But really?? In THAT show?!!
Later did my friend made me realize about the course that "god" is taking up which had this TV guesting as a requirement. Okay, I got my hands up and hands off the matter.
But really??? "_____ _______"??!!!! Puh-leeeeease!!!!
Oh, and it dawned on me: "god"'s course makes everything ironic beyond irony. Get a clue.
By Wild Ice
At midnight last Tuesday,I managed to go out and chill with some friends. Now, I don't want to mention that one of the persons I admire was there (CHISMIS!!!)--the reason why I got up late for two nights. But I'm not really into that person; The last thing that I want to be in a relationship is to be the babysitter.
Sorry I had to spill that one out.
Anyhow, while we were having our very very open conversation, I was suddenly struck by some bluish dash of light upon the sky. My friends were also suddenly dumbfounded;They saw it too.
Upon the sky was a bright falling star which made a pretty blue line which lasted for, like, ten seconds. We were all starstruck despite the absence of any Britney Spears or Halle Berry.
Then, being a little childish, I made a wish--we all did actually.
Did you see it? It was around twelve at Tuesday Evening or Wednesday morning. It was South East of the sky.
By Wild Ice
Here sat the monitor in front of me. It cursed me over and over and took control of the mouse for one hundred twenty seconds leading me to this blank space and uttered, "Write about it."
"About what?" I responded with my usual foul-mouthed mind mouth.
"About that." The friggin' monitor pointed to the contents of my bombarded inner universe.
Getting tired of this futile guessing game, I replied, "There's a great myriad of things in there."
"Exactly."
"Note that I just rent PC's, honey, and I ain't no rich kid (unlike those you find in the net who usually pretend they own the world and can buy the Jaguars in Bush's expansive garage). "
"But it's what you do, right?" The monitor sounded like that old woman in the Twister movie. "You write about the truth your head contain. The truth that you find everyday.."
I paused and thought of everything for a while (with segways of silent curses). I have a lot of things to say--to you, to myself, to the world... What the hell are you talking about?!! (I'm impressed that I manage to self-censor to somehow control the growing number of bad words I use in my blogs. But believe me, in my head, there's more than just those).
I am actually on the verge of dropping atomic bombs to certain stuff (and people, I may add) but I said, "No, not now... What the heck?" It's not that I'm always mad; It's just that I'm very... Oh, god, what's the correct word for it? 'Cynic'? No. Damn, I can't even describe it. But what the heck---billions of bloggers are posting in every three seconds on earth. And I'm tired of the same stuff (there goes one thought off my chest!!!). I've submitted myself for over a year now in the mundane world to try to understand the whole thing about being such and it's indeed fucking boring (there goes another with the freedom of the 'F' word to flirt over the webs of your network!!!). It's time to live again. I think I've learned enough about the whole 'Mainstream' thing.
No, it's not time for a change. It's time to resurrect. Give me time to kill this Mr. Mundane James tonight.
"That's what I'm talking about," The monitor gave me that mischievious smirk.
By Wild Ice
Is that what most people would think of me?? Hmmmm.... Is it my style? Hmmm.. I may be but I may not be!!!
First stop: Padi's Point at Mall of Asia. It was the reunion of my fourth year class. It had been like almost four years... Right? I don't know---do the math!!! My mind skips the part when I get to compute (unless it is in terms of my allowance!!). One of the first impression I got from my classmates was "WOW!! Rockerrr?!!!"
Huh?!
Um, okay. So we escaped the event because my group of friends, my co-Myrmidons, had to hop--and I mean HOP--out of the place and into another.
Second stop: Embassy. It took a while for us to get inside since there were some technical problems but it became easy for us to get in, particularly Mitch,some other new friend (what was his name again???), and me. All of a sudden, the three of us were part of the "guest list". Of course, I have to thank Yanna's step sister, Ella, and Anne for a very cunning strategy----rock and roll!!!
We climbed the stairs and the beat came louder and louder and before we knew it, we were inside this spectacle of strobe lights, lasers, and unstoppable motions on the music-bathed floor. We found our way into the healthy (and wealthy) crowd and started to do our own thing. Of course I was on my nerdy side for a while as I took note of everything around me and then we started doing our thing on the floor.
Segway: before we came in, our friend David (AKA Ching---David sounds better, eh?) was telling us how some 'rocker' people were teased (verbally attacked and so on) for coming into such place.
I'm no rocker---so why the hell should I care? But was he pertaining to me? Afterall, I "looked" like a (motherfucking) "rocker". It sort of made me feel a little 'in control' when I was on the floor---I ventured not to do much.
It wasn't me. Hell.
Last hop: Cococabana. We finally settled there to spend the rest of the very early morning with the feeling of unsatisfaction since we only get to spend little time in Embassy. There was this one of Ella's friends by the name of Sean who suddenly came to sit beside us at the table and asked if we were 'rockers'. I suddenly thought of throwing the dishes and my Zombie on the floor--but hell no. I simply answered, "no."
All right, wrong adverb. I had a huge question mark on my face and a high-pitched voice when I said it---ready to defend ourselves. In Yanna and David's case, they were accidently wearing black shirts. And well, you know me, I LIKE BLACK. Well, Michelle Madrigal is at another table and she's wearing some friggin' black dress. But she ain't no rocker (I guess!!).
Is black the definition of a rocker??
Hell, no. Then, Sean added if we were some 'emo' or something. "No, no, no, no..." I responded calmly though I was suddenly alarmed by this sudden realization (people think I'm a rocker!!!). We drove home and continued to party inside the vehicle with a loud music (courtesy of the girl called "Kikay"). And hell no shall a rocker dance into the music of N.E.R.D. and Chris Brown in a fucking car like I did!!!
Do I really look like a damn rocker??
No, people of the world, I'm turning down such impression: I'm not a friggin' rocker.
Damn it. Wearing black doesn't make one an emo, a rocker, nor a goth. Get it?? Fine.
Still, who cares?! Fine, go ahead and judge. It's no big deal. It's just that.. Hmmm... Maybe I am a rocker.... Huh... Yeah, maybe...
MAYBE.
By Wild Ice
This time I have to greatly apologize for my favorite character lately, Kiyoshi, for my extreme suffering of Writer's Block. Damn it!! just a few days ago, I was trying to finish his book and I can't believe I was slightly losing it.
Kiyoshi was there. But he also lost that smooth flow of words. He was losing it. And I thought that this would be a great book (not for all, but for some who could experience the same). I thought it was doing good. Looking back at the plot, I thought of lack of taste.
Looking at the narration, things were swell!!
But really, I'm losing it and I'm almost there, Kiyoshi... Hang on. You know the best thing in here is that there is no deadline. But really, I need to finish this (it doesn't even have any friggin' title yet!!!). I have a lot in store and I don't know where to begin.
It's all due to this writer's block.
I can't believe it would take years to finish. The pen smoothly paced the surface of the papers the time I started and the following weeks. Then, it stopped. It's this rough and treacherous surface.
Help!
By Wild Ice
Some says that answering "surveys" gives people a clue of what you're up to these days and how you're doing or simply who the hell you are. By this time then, I figured to answer some survey which would express (hopefully) how I've been doing these days. Good luck (for understanding):
1. Inlove right now?
-No.
2. With whom?
-Nyeta!! With nobody, ass!!
3. Have you ever kissed someone with the same sex on the lips?
- Funny, yeah.
4. Who was it?
- I don't kiss and tell. It's not someone I'm inlove with, really...
5. Are you mad with someone now?
- Funny you should ask--yeah!!! I mean--HELL YEAH!!!
6. And who is that unlucky person?
- A professor--not Prof M. this time. (clue: when you dissect a frog, she looks like the frog. Oh, another clue, she smokes weed I guess---she's an ass, big time).
7. What do you want to do to her?
- Have her ambushed. And then I'll probably drive her crazy until she goes down to hell. Wait a second---why have my malevolence broadcasted all of a sudden??
8. When was the last time you had sex with someone?
- Before I went to bed on my past life (damn it!! D'you have to ask?? I haven't done shit ever!!)
9. Who is/are the person/s you look up to?
- Britney Spears (subtract the drugs, the number of comic "I do's"---yeah, I love her).
10. Who was the last person ever to call you at this moment?
- Hahahahaha.. That would be a secret.
11. What/who makes you smile lately?
- That NIGHT!! That TOUCH!!! DAMN IT--that fucking touch!!! Wooohooo!! HEhehehe... We were drunk and they came and... I never thought we could get close for a while.. (flirt)
12. Who are you talking about?
- It's a secret. Well, we're not really into something.. Just that we haven't reached anything yet.. except that touch!!
13. WHat are you, a superstar?? Come on, tell us....
- Bitch!!! What are you, an Insider??! I'll tell you guys if something big happens.. It's not really that significant right now.
14. Fine, whatever..
- Since when did surveys learn how to speak?
15. Since when did people being asked questions get to ask questions back to surveys?
- Now.
16. Exactly, that's what I'm trying to say.
- Ass.
17. Moving on, what word describes who you are right now?
- Freaky.
18. What were the funniest words you said lately to your bestfriend?
- ANg libog-libog mo!!!! Ang landi mo talaga--ang libog-libog mo--akala mo hindi ko nakikita yon?! (I actually yelled this to her while her crush was walking just a few feet away from us. It's because I've been observing her hand resting somewhere on that guy while we were having some conversations yesterday).
19. If you were to ask me a question, what would it be?
- Refer to my answer at number fifteen.
20. Did you enjoy my survey?
- Uh, who are you again??
