"Kuriere des Himmels, beachten Sie meinen Vorwand,

(Messengers of heaven, heed my plea,)

Schenken Sie die Energie der Zeit zu mir,

(Bestow the power of time to me,)

Beantworten Sie dieses Benennen,

(Answer this calling,)

Stoppen Sie des fallenden Diebes,

(Stop the thief’s falling,)

Frieren Sie seine jede Bewegung ein,

(Freeze his every movement,)

Gerechte Endzeit für einen kurzen Moment,

(Just stop time for one short moment,)

Und bringen Sie sein Leben zurück zu mir zurück!"

(And return his life back to me!)

Unspeakable

I have always preferred writing to talking. People think I don't complain but I do. I complain a lot but I don't like talking about it. I write about it.

That's why this whole cybercrime shizzery is driving me insane. I'm not tactless with what I write. I actually think a lot before writing/ranting about something because I don't want to offend anyone. But with this cybercrime law that is going to be implemented, I had to think about what I'm going to write twice as much as before because I might end up in prison for saying something that people might interpret as libel or something rebellious against the government.

It's stupid. It's so fucking stupid. People should be allowed to express themselves without the fear of being thrown in jail for being honest. Since when did speaking up became a crime? Next thing we know, the government would be declaring a 500 words-per-day policy. And when that happens, I'm packing my bags and moving to Jupiter. I might have better chances at having a decent non-freedom-threatening conversation with an alien.

I mean, seriously. I don't even talk that much to start with. I spend more time writing/blogging online than actually talking. And then suddenly there's a law that can get me warrant of arrest for even "accidentally" saying something that the government does not agree with? That's a giant ball of bollocks.

I don't even want to talk about this anymore. It's just getting more frustrating by the second. I do agree with the other crimes that are said to be punishable under the cybercrime law. But putting freedom of speech in the same level as those crimes is just so wrong on so many levels.

I rest my case.

Wake Up Call

Okay wow, do I really just have seven blog posts before this one? They're not even much of a post. I have been slacking off lately, haven't I? But I guess we all have our "bad days", or in my case, "bad months".

Well, it's not as if the past couple of months had been entirely bad. They weren't. But they haven't been exceptional, either.

I'm in a bit of a slump, actually. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be doing. Everything just seems to be monotonous. And for someone who doesn't like change much, at this point I wouldn't exactly mind a bit of a spontaneous adventure.

I don't think this post will make much of a sense. Whatever's left of my non-existent writing skill are currently accumulating rust. I just... don't know what to write about anymore.

Anyway, I promised myself I would update this blog today so here it is. It's not much but hey, it's a start. Hopefully I would be able to write some more before the year ends. :)

I've been drowning myself in so much words lately. Maybe to escape the fact that I need to create words, myself. 


But it's so easy to get yourself lost in a sea of words. 

Hundreds and thousands of words that never seem to end.

And you're drifting -- just  drifting until a crest of wave washes over you.

                  One

           after

     another.

Repeatedly, 

but never quite the same.

Some violent,

others, calm. 

Some cold,

others, warm.

You welcome them all

and let yourself drown some more.

(I grabbed these questions off tumblr because I'm bored and I needed something to awaken the almost-gone muses in me because I need to get back to writing.)


Favourite boy band of 90’s?
A1. I think they're the only band which I can actually name all the members. Haha. But I do like Westlife's songs, too.

Favourite food? 
Ooh. This is a tough one. I'll say sinigang this time.

What do you want to be when you’re older? 
A scientist.

First thought this morning? 
"...that was a weird dream."

Are you listening music right now? 
It's on shuffle. Carry You On by James Blunt is playing right now.

Favourite song ever? 
I don't think I have a favorite. There's just too many! And it depends on my mood.

Do you like piercings? 
I'm okay with ear piercings but other than that, no.

Favourite subject? 
Math (okay, I'm a nerd. the earth revolves around the sun. let's get over it.).

Favourite holiday of the year? 
Christmas.

Do you have tattoos or piercing? 
Ear piercing but I haven't been wearing earrings for years.

Have you ever met a famous person? 
Michael Johns. and Xian Lim (hahaha!).

Your nails are painted right now? 
Nope. But I probably should.

One country you would like to visit:
England! (but honestly, I'd love to go to any country in UK)

Favourite book? 
I really like Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom.

Do you watch any television series? 
YES! The ones I'm currently hooked to right now are Merlin, Sherlock, Once Upon a Time, and Psych.

Last dream you remember? 
I know my dream last night was weird but I can't remember what it was about. I think it involved covering up some crime or something and I'm not sure if I'm trying to solve the case or if I was part of the group covering it up. Haha.

Favourite colour. 
Blue. And Purple.

Tea or coffee? 
Coffee. I'm not very fond of tea. I don't even drink milktea that much. It's more of an acquired taste. And I only drink wintermelon milktea.

Something you hate. 
Cockroach! Not only do I hate them, I am also absolutely terrified of them.

OTP: 
Ohmygod. There's a lot! Right now I'm obsessed with Merthur/Brolin.

Do you speak more than one language? 
Yes. Filipino, English, and some basic Japanese.

Do you have any pets? 
We have two dogs at home. A maltese and a cross-breed of golden retriever and labrador.

Summer or winter?
Winter. Although I don't like the cold that much. And we've never had winter here in the Philippines. But winter always looked so pretty in pictures.

Dear subconscious,


Okay, that's it. You're dead. You are so dead.

Two nights in a row? Really? Couldn't you have waited for a week, or a day, at least? You're doing this to spite me, aren't you? You insufferable git.

That's not even the worst of it.

I'm doing my best here to move on to another phase in my life and here you are, reminding me of things that I don't want to think about but I am now forced to think of because you fucking decided it would be such a good idea to make them appear in my dreams.

And now I am confused because I'm not sure if I'm still supposed to think about it because I really don't want to be thinking about it because I don't care. Anymore. I don't care anymore, okay?

And oh god, you are so fired. I'm getting another Jiminy Cricket.

Dear subconscious,


Ohmygod, what is wrong with you!?

I thought we made it clear earlier this week that we're feeling the right feels already. Apparently, you weren't informed of that meeting. Either that, or you weren't listening at all.

Because seriously, what the fuck was that?

We're cool now, okay? We're not flat out ignoring each other but we're not overly friends, either. Let's just... leave it at that.

And of course I miss hanging out with them. I haven't seen them (well, the other one, at least) in so long. But that doesn't mean you can go around messing with my head and my feels and whatever.

Just stop it. I have enough things on my mind right now and I don't need you messing it up even more.

Let's just stick to the Merlin-themed dreams, alright?

Hit me with a bludger again and I'll kill you.



Rachel

A Stranger in His Own Place

the bell rang
a pot of tea was made,
stories exchanged,
laughter everywhere


but the tea was long gone
stories have ran out
and silence filled the air


so he left his guest
went back to his room
and took off his heavy mask


                                                                 the door remained closed

8 Slices of Pizza and a Basket of Mojos

those were not butterflies in my tummy,

it was just my stomach complaining for the lack of breakfast.

and i wasn't holding my breath because you're near,

it was because of the trashcan on my other side.

I was so frustrated earlier.

Because I was smiling while texting and it shouldn't have happened because there's nothing funny about what we were talking about.

And I refuse to entertain the other reason that could possibly explain why I was acting that way. It's just... ugh. I don't even want to think about it. I don't even want to think that I'm thinking about it.