Worries to do.

Hi, hello there. I haven’t started with my EMG project draft, which is by the way, due tomorrow. In the same manner that i haven’t started with Scriptwriting, which is again, due tomorrow. Why haven’t i started yet? I don’t know, maybe i’m bored, or maybe i’m too lazy or maybe just plain tired about all the negative things that sorrounded me these past few days. Yep, you’ve guessed it right reader, this is a rant sorrounded by freaking negative inertia, and thanks in advance for reading.

I’m going to fail may C++ class. Again. What the hell is up with me versus the programming world. I hate it, like Chemistry. I hate those two subjects more than anything in the world. I had to stand up in class, and answer four miserable questions which I miserably answered wrong, thus eliminating my chances of getting a perfect grade in recitation, therefore killing the chance of passing.

I falied to pass my layout for the COED article for May issue on time, and while i was at it, i accidentally deleted the graphics for the page beside it. Kuya Jet was forced not to bring the file to the printing press because of me. I hate it when something goes very very wrong because of me. As things finally went back on track, i succumbed to sleep, fleeing once again my gray, rainy and cloudy present.

I’m here, in front of this pc, typing my thoughts away, when i should be doing things i’m supposed to do in order to pass, but no, lo and behold, i’m writing shit again. Just sad, plain miserable sad. I don’t know if this is true genuine sadness, or i’m just creating the mood of it to reason out why i need to blog and write about sad and miserable things. And did you notice how many times i’ve used the words sad and miserable already?

Earlier i saw a post regarding dreams and life. It said that when you die, your brain relives the life you lived for 7 minutes stretching the time and making it look real, thus letting you experience life again. Great, i thought. I’m already dead, and i’m waiting for the time when i’ll wake up from this bad dream, or in this case, when the 7 minutes stop.

Everything’s still vivid, everything’s still tangible.

When will this torment end? When will my mind cease to exist?

Whatever the answer is, it sure takes a long time to figure itself.

Sequence 58, 59, 60.

58. Sa isang parte ng garahe ay may armadong lalaking buhay pa, nadaganan ito at merong earphones na makikita sa tenga nito, merong nagutos na patayin ang lalaking nakatayo, at sa huling hininga nito ay pinulot niya ang isang colt na itim at nabaril niya ang misteryosong lalaki.

59. Tumalon si Alfred pasulong at nasalo niya ang misteryosong lalake bago ito bumagsak sa semento, sumigaw si Alfred it umiyak. Tinamaan sa kaliwang dibdib ang misteryosong lalaki at sa huling kuha ng eksena ay ipapakita ang labi nito at ngingiti.

60. Nagpasensya ang misteryosong lalaki sa mga nangyari sa buhay ni Alfred, at bilang huling linya, nagpaalam ito at sasabihin sanang mahal niya si Alfred ngunit naubusan na ito na hininga at di na natapos ang salitang anak. Sa di kalayuan, maraming tao ang nagkukumpulan, umuulan, madilim ang kapaligiran at may nasusunog na mansyon sa di kalayuan.

Wakas.

Was tagged by beingintrepid, with her own set of questions, and it goes like this.

Rule 1 - Post the Rules

Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.

Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them.

I don’t know anyone to tag, soooo, just message me if you want to answer MY set of questions. :3

1. In one sentence, how would you describe your favorite class in college?

Just not with a boring professor.

2. What song would you like to be played in your funeral?

A Nice Place by Juan Pablo Dream

3. What is the story behind your Tumblr URL?

A year ago, a 13 year old girl kept teasing me about how you can eliminate the genius in my name therefore repeating the first syllable endlessly.

4. Which fictional character would you like to have dinner with, and why?

Normally, i would have chosen the Doctor but figured that there’s not much more originality in that. So, i choose to have dinner with Wade Owen Watts. No time travel, no effin magic, and no cute girls in their bikins. Just a boring kid, with an awesome story, and thousand of different worlds waiting, for an adventurer. I want to experience OASIS, and i want to experience it with Parzival and the rest of the gang.

5. What is one thing you would like to tell your 10-year-old self?

Grow up kid, and be awesome.

6. Have you ever thought about what you would name your children?

Probably i’d name my son as Ruben Mercado the Third, and my daughter, Elena Magpantay Junioress. Haven’t though about it really.

7. What was the last book you’ve read?

Can i cheat? Can i? Can i? I want to say that the last book i’ve read was Ready Player One by Ernest Cline but since the question inisists that i tell you the last one, then Ready Player one isn’t the right choice, so i can’t say that now can i?

The last book i’ve read was Goosebumps: Don’t Go To Sleep by R.L. Stine

8. Which superhero or villain can you relate to?

Can Kick-ass count as one? We all want to be a superhero, the difference between you and him? He tried, and became one. Kickass yeaaaahhh. What the hell have you done lately?

9. What are some of your favorite words?

Be yourself, everybody else is already taken. - Wilde

10. What is your idea of happiness?

It can be a lazy sunday afternoon with me sipping lemonade and playing a video game. It can be a day of owsumness with my builder family doing and talking about all sorts of things humans can imagine. It can be the time when i’ll finally meet my nephew once again after long years. 

To be honest, we can’t encapsulate happiness. Happiness can mean a gaziliion for some, or several for others. Happiness is what we’re currently doing as of the moment, you wouldn’t be there if you aren’t happy before, during or after it.

11. What do you want to be known for?

Maturity comes with a price. On any other day i would have answered to be tumblr famous, or to be one great spokesperson. I don’t know if i would answer this question any different in the future, but for today, I don’t want to be known for anything, i just want to live and die happily ever after.

Another Short Story

We had another fun session in Scriptwriting earlier. With another weird situation, we made our stories and had lots of laughs. The scenario for this one was there was a naked girl lying down on a bed, half covered below the chest downwards with a clean folded linen. There was a businessman on the other side of the room amd he wasn’t facing the girl. His right arm covered his eyes, like someone crying, only upright. That was it, we have to make a start, build up and an ending. Sir Lim said that we can choose the fantasy genre if we want to. I was glad, because i know that i’ll be comfortable pitching in now that we don’t have to think inside the box anymore.

So our story went like this..

There was a girl, she was doing her daily routine when suddenly an old woman begged for alms. Being somehow compassionate, she gave the woman some of her daily allowance. The woman suddenly sprang to life and offered our heroine the chance to experience a new dimension in living by giving her instructions and a clean linen with some markings on it, which on close inspection shows rows of incantations used for a certain ritual.

She gladly accepted the information and went home, dying to try out what was in store for her. The instructions given by the old woman was 1. she has to lie down with the linen on top of her covering only half of her body while 2. keeping the linen as neat as possible and 3. she must recite the incantation without flaw. These are the conditions and off she went to try them. She arrived home and she immediately prepared for the ritual.

The ritual was succesful and she was turned into a he. But something was strange. He started fiddling his own body and became afraid, he suddenly reached for the first set of clothes he saw which was a formal business attire. He looked at his female counterpart which was lying on the bed and with disgust turned around and covered his eyes. The scene would never horrify a man if not for her eyes. She was awake, and she looked at him at the same time. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed just to rub it in. The old woman inhabited the young woman’s body. She approached him, until they were face to face. And with a female grin, the world went black.