Write and write.

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The Weird Insomniac

It's 4AM. And here I am mashing away on my phone. They say you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams. You don't want it to end. It's a bit weird as I've just finished a report for work and I'm supposed to be knackered at this time.

But, yeah, we’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. She surely is weird. You have no idea. But she's my kind of weird. And when you find someone whose weirdness is compatible with yours, you join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness–and call it love–true love. Thank God I found my weirdo. 😊

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Makati Boy Chronicles - Part 2

They say the air is freshest after the rain. I believed it because I read it somewhere, being the nerd that I am. It was also a convenient reason for me to rationalize the torment that a slighy drizzle causes people across the metro.

Everytime it rains, I feel sad and alone. I guess I’m not alone in the sentiment. But I feel as if whatever reason we had for going through the day gets thrown out of the window everytime the sky goes dark.

Everyone is suddenly running. Cars run slower (or faster) and the traffic goes haywire. People stop talking and heads go hot easily.

Feel the rain, watch drops glide down and join fellow droplets in a puddle, listen to the heavens roll a bowling ball of a thunder. Breathe in.

The freshest air after a chaos.

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Makati Boy Chronicles - Chapter 1

So I was walking along Rufino, trying to find a drugstore that was still open when a lady driving an SUV nearly hit me. I was not feeling well so I couldn't react quickly enough when I saw the car hurtling towards me. I stepped back and she missed; but she stopped, rolled down her window and she promptly blasted: "ARE YOU CHRYING CHU GET YOURSHELF KILLED?!" "Madam, on the contrary, I'm headed to the drugstore over there, so... no?" High-five? No? Self-five?

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The Pull

You were there.

Alight. You were the only figure I saw that night. That dark night when the world has deserted me.

Perhaps ‘deserted’ too strong a word for what really happened. Indeed, it was a dark time but I certainly wasn’t alone. I walked with someone through the darkness. But it embraced the shadows. The light you gave - or at least I thought you gave - had my shadowy friend grow bigger behind me. As I walked closer to you, it grew tall and closer to me. And when I got to you, it just stood behind me. It left me and got under my foot.

You were an arm’s reach from me. We showered in the light. The surrounding darkness as our silent audience. Not a gasp of anticipation to what could happen next. No one holding their breath in excitement.

I didn’t have to hold you. I didn’t want to reach out. No, I never had to do anything to make you leave. It’s a mystery I don’t intend to untell. The shine that drew me from the darkness.

Still, I bathed in the light. It was never your light. You drew me to it. Perhaps that was your intention. Maybe you’ve made darkness your friend, now. It doesn’t bother me now - at least not as much as carrying this light around.

[thatentropydude]

Gaano kahirap ba magpatawad?

Ka-Roj (via thatentropydude)

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Güte Nacht

A flash from afar. Smoke rises from the horizon. Cries for help bellowed and silence was torn asunder. An explosion of immense proportions. All in my head. What I always thought to be impregnably fortified, this misguided resolve, gave way to my burning anger. Trust was nowhere to be found. And no one I found can be trusted. T'was but another twist to the unending trail of disappointments that dismantled the ideals of friendship that I have so long forged. Getting there was an ordeal by fire but to crush it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Behind my back - that was the worst that they could have beaten me. But alas, it was done even as I had someone riding my back. They could’ve let slip the fact that this particular person was innocent of any (rather, if any) of my crimes to them. Even worse, she never saw it coming, too. I have long been an advocate of talking things through. By my ideals, which aforementionedly have now been invalidated, the best way to see off an impending fisticuffs is to sit down for a chatter. But we’re past that, now. No, there wont be flying fists but there wont be words anymore. And not even those sharp glances. It was fun while it lasted. But all good things must end. Goodnight, you backstabbing bastard.

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Civil Discord

A backdrop of people breaking into laughter and the clanging of glasses. Songs were sang and the booze flowed freely. Joy was pouring and it drenched everyone. I never liked parties. I always avoided them. If there was a way to escape (or really, just disappear) from this suffocating throng of drunk and sweaty bodies. The social construct that is all these drinking and talking loudly and hitting on girls and the occassional crying, along with the obligatory political prattle just puts me off. I'd rather be in front of my desk mashing away, one keystroke at a time at my ever-growing task list. For me it the scene was a total discord. And it was about to turn into a civil one. Enter this new, familiar group. Okay, nothing new but, indeed, very familiar. Fear had choked me down, along with a growing sense of tension. It's now taken over the air. The only thing that would've made it more obvious was if the air turned green and reeked of trash all of a sudden. In a sense, it was a civil discord. But what always seemed like a simple resolution to a simple problem was off the table. There was tugging of sleeves all the time and eyes were all over the place - wandering like vultures toward the direction of the prey but never landing on it. See, vultures wont go for you unless you dropped dead right on the spot. It's now difficult to navigate through the convoluted interstate that led to this mess. One would tell you it went left but another guide would say you should have turned right a few miles ago. But one thing's for sure: I'm head off this mess and for good, too.

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Perfection in Your Indefinite Vagueness

Lift the lid. Peek inside. Reach into the darkness. A second in your presence is an hour of anxiety. Nothing was as heavy as your pointed stare piercing my periphery - each and every time a whisker away from my eyes. The deliberateness of your plight makes for an impossibly inevitable extempore of sorts. Be it in the lift or in a box full of needles and needlessly devoid of light - every move be a prick in your being - would you still be running from me? Or in such odd circumstances: us? A new ally has sought refuge in your fortress: one that has always been the alpha. The one your avoid to get tangled with in a war of words. It was simpler than it should be yet this ally parted with judgement and flew with your delusion. Perhaps he was unlucky to have been pierced by those eyes. Plucked from the pen to bring down the pain and close down the pane - drive you down the lane; be our bane. It wasn’t meant to be. You knew as much from the get-go that this was the case. A needle dropped in the proverbial haystack. Only that it is on fire. And the needle was made of plastic. Yet every passage and seems to her like a ghost blew past her. A wave of goodbye in the air. A whisper that fell onto deaf ears. Like listening for a pin dropped in a haystack. Close the lid. Walk away. Walk the path of light.

[thatentropydude]

There are no bridges; only closed doors and a whole lot of silence. #chill #calma #gutenacht

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The Nightly Tribute

Staring down on her - unbeknowst to the unwary lady - this old acquaintance cut out a forlorn figure; rather, a shell of a joyous past. As he passed her, there was a brief paused in him. Never has a second lasted this long. Never has his mind left his head this fast. She was greeted with cold disregard. If you’d have been standing within sight of them you would think they haven’t know each other in the past. The hours flew. The air couldn’t have been thicker. With it hang a cold patch that perhaps brewed from the proceedings. Two souls couldn’t rub out a fire even if their lives depended on it. And so the time has come for her to go. She stood up, picked up her things and made her rounds. The dark of the night awaited her, but she is to conquer it alone. Not that she wasn’t used to it. This time it just felt colder. Staring at him - unbeknownst to the unwary man - she begrudginly let out a sigh and headed home; one that’s been a witness to some joyous past. The cold breeze of the night embraced her. It was unwelcome but it was all she had.

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The Flight Back Home

If I hadn't checked on my watch, I wouldn't have seen that it was time to go - another time to say goodbye to the things that made me smile, touched my heart, my life, made me think, inspired me in any way or upset me. Moving away is never going to be anyone's cup of tea. But every day offers another chance to here the clinking of teaspoons and glassware. Every morning is a chance to smell a different kind of brew. Each sunrise a new chance to think of jogging outside but finally deciding against it because you're lazy or some other thing. How we begin our mornings is just as routine to everyone as the number of times we pick up the newspaper on our doorsteps and read the same headline. When we think of moving away, we think of the difficulties it would pose to our lifestyle. How the coffee would taste different. How the cups would sound different. How the newspaper isn't folded in the same way before and how it was placed over the doormat. Kinda weird considering every morning is unique, too, one way or another. I guess it's because it's a different kind of different. Everything is basically the same; only a wee bit different, all taking place on a backdrop located some miles away from the place you used to call home. Did I say I talk too much crap? If I hadn't checked on my watch, I wouldn't have seen that it was way past time to go - a little less time to say goodbye to the things that made me smile, touched my heart, my life, made me think, inspired me in any way or upset me.

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Arms Wide Open

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A Thousand Against One [04]

Episode 4 of xx

Arguments leave a lot to be desired. When people argue, it's all about self-proving. We think no more of the other side. That's why we argue in the first place.

"I told you. That's not how it went."

"There's no logic in what you're proposing!"

"Why do you need to point that out? That's not even part of our list of 'things to consider'!"

"We'll, it is, now."

"Why would you say that just now?"

"Because you forgot to say it when we were making this list!"

"You forgot about it. Not me."

"You never thought of it, that's the thick of it!"

"I never thought of it because it didn't seem relevant."

"Now you realize that it is!"

"It still isn't!"

"It is. It's the main reason why we're in this situation."

"No. That was an isolated incident."

"Argh!"

"Hrrmmmm!"

"Fine!"

"Fine what?"

"Let's just start another game, okay?"

"Fine. Now don't forget to set up those Turrets, okay?!"

"Yeah, right."

Argument after losing a Starcraft game against a computer wielding Lurkers in her base. I was a useless ally, yes. But it was her fault for not setting up the... oh, wait.

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An Apology

Been off the grid (at least the Tumblr grid) for quite some time. Have to get back to it. And soon. And fast.

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The lack of sleep took its toll on me. I could barely read the time on my watch; the hands seemed to move slower than it should. Everything passed on like a blur. Words and chatter all muffled. My head was spinning; the world moved around - yet I sat there dead as driftwood stranded on the banks....

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Muffled Honor

Yesterday, I got Medal of Honor: Warfighter for my PC. DVD case in hand, two things ran through my mind: can my PC run this? Will this be as bad as they say it will be? I grew up playing the Medal of Honor games. Right from the very first game of the series, Medal of Honor, back in 1999, me and my brother got hooked to it. We would play it up to the wee hours of the night until our fingers turned blistery and our eyes would just give up. We'd usually play the missions, alternating between each ones. But usually, I'd let my brother play the hard one's; admittedly, he's better than me at this. The PlayStation console would just cry because we just wont let up on the game.

Soon enough, we finished the campaign mode. We're off to some multiplayer action... which was back then the two-player mode. We would laugh at each other tripping over stick grenades and eating up Panzerfaust shells. We even played with cheat codes on. It was all fun.

The First MOH games had lots of weird moments

Then came the sequel, Medal of Honor: Underground, and I think this time, we really played the heck out of this game. I also remember those times because that was the time when the PlayStation console just gave up on us. It was a heartbreaking moment for us. But we were Manon's biggest fan. And we would go to those Console rental shops just to play the game.

We both grew up a bit and grew distant from these games. At least for a while. Then we shifted our focus from console to PC. We got Medal of Honor: Allied Assault and we became night people again. I probably still know every location of the baddies for every mission in this game. Except for the one where you're in a snowy forest, littered with snipers wearing white camouflage. Boy, did that mission give us a heck of a challenge. I also particularly liked the mission "Sniper's Last Stand" for the same reason. And who could ever forget the "Saving Private Ryan"-esque Omaha beach landing?

Answer: No one

This was probably the last MOH game that I played to the fullest. We played a bit of Spearhead. Then there was a bit of Airborne. They were all fun. Forward to present, errr, to 2012... we got Warfighter.

When the game came out, I didn't have a decent system to play the game with. So I waited... forward again to yesterday...

Ditto

Warfighter seemed like a decent game. But to the eyes of many, it was a franchise-killer. While I have yet to play entire the game through, I still feel quite upset that EA is pulling the plug on this once-legendary series. One that defined the WWII-era games for PC (MOH:AA came and put the world in awe before Call of Duty came. In fact, MOH:AA's creators created Call of Duty) and one that I grew up playing the heck out of. The fall of MOH is EA's own undoing.

I don't expect to see another MOH title soon. But hopefully, EA would get their sh*t together soon enough and not ruin another perfectly-good franchise and run it to the back burner.

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Firsts

I was reborn Less a person, more a man One step closer to ascendance Vested by the light of the One Every eye gazed upon our luminance Yearning for a chance One step ahead of the dance Unfazed - a show of brilliance Journey with me And hand-in-hand Nothing In this world Can break us... Eternally