It seems like I’ve been through emptiness. Idleness, perhaps, but that’s subjective to what I do, not quite what I feel, no? Though, considering that I haven’t been updating for a whole entire week of free nights, I guess Idleness is the sum of it.

Being brain dead is one thing. Being brain empty; now, that’s a different picture to paint.

Now, I sit here wishing that the next words will come but it wouldn’t. It’s not quite like forgetting or being drained out. It’s like I’m constipated to the point even coconuts won’t save my sorry posterior. Aggrieving.

At any rate, I agree that writing a ‘use it or lose it’ sort of thing; I remember going a month without writing and coming out more blank pages than I ever had. It’s better to write even you have to force yourself to it. Eventually the words will come, hopefully, but if we don’t start baiting ourselves I think we might not be drawn into it when a long time have passed.

I sometimes bait myself by starting a sort of noir movie monologue. It can start with something like; Whiskey. The sort of cheap man’s morphine to the wounds the sights and sounds sometimes cut. Knives in the smog; thorns in the smoke and under the lights.

(Granted, it’s cheesy crap, but it gets me started.)

It’s been a peaceful week.

I say it with the conviction of a man who know how crappy it was the past weeks can sometimes get and now found himself in something so relatively placid it was almost saintly.

A serene, quiet sort of saintly. Like having a cabin in an island somewhere and playing solitaire at the porch with the winds and sea waves to lull the madness of the world.

Watched Beowulf on Monday with Pauline, Uncle Sean and Mekz, which was a crazy crowd. Psycho crazy, I mean. subtle and subliminal. Scary =P

And Beowulf turned out to be an enjoyable watch, regardless of what a lot of people said. Gaiman and the band of writers did a job of making a simple story into something more complex, which worked in some ways, though the one thing that nagged at me was; if they had just let it be and make the story just as it is (kill all the monsters, no sudden drop in pacing and lapse of time), maybe more people would’ve liked it.

But I stand by my verdict of it being an achievement in movie making. Now, if the God of War movie could be made like this…


So, if you have two parents who left on a very rare vacation for two nights, what would you do?

I made a list I what I would’ve done had I been more of a person than a slob eating idiot;

1) Call for a party. With lots of Nachos
2) Call for a LAN party. Or gaming party. With lots of Nachos.
3) Call for a movie marathon. 10 movies at least. With lots of Nachos and Gatorade.
4) Order a very own Hawaiian Delight, cheese crusted.
5) Watch things I don’t normally watch at the LCD TV.
6) Game for 14 hours straight, breaking my previous record of 12.

None of these happened, mostly because the two nights my parents spend canoodling (I think) at some communist settlement I came home at 9 p.m. bent and tired and having to take care of the plethora of chores since my bro wouldn’t be home until 11 and he doesn’t do nuts.

So what could’ve been the time that would never come for (probably) the rest of all eternity came and I wasted it on chores and a crazy dog who bites slippers but don’t gnaw them and hides them in places you may think quite impossible at first.

Yeah… now that I think of it, I should’ve ordered my very own Hawaiian Delight.

Well, the parents are back now and they brought home a surprise.

My brother opened the car door and muttered “Oh my God.”
I looked and said “Oh Shit.”

And we looked at each other an understanding that weighed like atlas’s baggage on our shoulders.

The surprise now sleeps in the kitchen, and he bites. Other than that he sleeps.

Like a puppy.

Nutmeg.