peek-a-boo

I'll try to re-write what I've accidentally deleted a while back. Fuck.

Well, my story started with how much tv series and movies I've been watching recently and that I can't seem to enjoy the plots that much because of something I've read. It's about a tip or interview of some sort that Vonnegut gave and it was about writing. The main idea was to let something miserable happen to your characters whenever you're writing. It just stuck all the way though up to now.

So, when everything's going diddly fine on Breaking Bad, Girls or Boardwalk Empire, I automatically assume that the grim part of the script is just waiting at the turn, waiting to blind side you and just depress the fuck out of your fictional world. Yes, they are written superbly by people who are just plain great, genius even though Calvin Weir Harris wouldn't like to hear that word around him or used to refer to him. That sounded fragmented.

Well, the thing is I automatically assume that the characters are on a suffering race and that it's just a matter of time until the next big thing bursts their bubble. The conflict is amazing, however. The weaving of the stories and how they all end up tangled in the end, just fucking brilliant. I sometimes catch myself thinking why I didn't think of that shit? It's always safe to think that someone's going to get shot and turned into human goo in a plastic barrel. 

Vonnegut made sure I thought of that. Though it still makes you itch to see what happens and it makes you want to feel surprised about how the next punch to the gonads is going to wrapped and packaged. Will it be subtle and striking or in your face brass knuckles to shuffle all your teeth out type of way? We don't know that, only the idea that when something gets all high up in one point, the crash is sure to come. Talk about being a pessimist even in the fictional world.

Hell, what is the world without struggle, right? It's just one struggle after another. You never run out of those things. If you do, it's either you're dead or in a coma.

Watching Ruby Sparks and One Day made me feel that thing with the highs and lows and all that roller coaster of emotions and shit. What will happen after Calvin and Ruby's perfect relationship? What happens next, now that Em and Dex are finally together? It's a Russian Roulette and the bullet always ends up in your chamber. It waits for the final click of the hammer.

Fuck, yea. Naisulat ko uli pero nawala ang karamihan sa train of thought.

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how to fucking make it out of work

I've been watching this show religiously. It's a 2-season series that's made up of 8 episodes per season. Bad news is that it got canceled on HBO and 'may' have the chance of resurfacing on another channel.

This is something of a wake-up call for me since the show revolves about 20-somethings in their constant sprawl to hustle and make a name for themselves at the gritty NYC. It's a good story but short lived.

"Hustle" is such a strong word for me. It represents a scuffle, street smarts, struggle and balancing victory and defeat. The events portrayed on the show represents each and adds a spritz of comedy and relatability (not to mention generous amounts of nudity and innuendo.)

Staying up late just to watch the complete two seasons made me want to take a move on with my plans for a silk screen printing business. Yes, if I weren't writing, I'd be making clothes. Sucky and tacky, I know. The prospect of making good clothes that people can actually appreciate is something I've thought about waaaay more than I do for work.

Once I get enough funds to start my own craft, I'd quit this day job and make my own way. The confidence and doubt of the characters are fighting to win over each other. It's another relatable thing for most 20-somethings. I'm feeeling like I'm writing a review for Thought Catalog but that's how it is. We never figure out what we want to do in our 20s. Some of us may have good day jobs but the fact of the matter is, most of us don't want it, we just kinda need it to stay afloat in a quagmire of bureaucratic ladders.

Many of us can say that we are anchored by something in some way, most of the time, that's true. MOST of the time. But we still feel like floating. And this post is already starting to rise up to the surface instead of sinking to my deeper thoughts.

Anyhow, I'd get a start up on my business as soon as I have the money. In the meantime, I think I'll make a concept for my project. 

Fuck! I love this show. Dirty, ambitious, flashy and fucking rad. Higher being, please send us season three. You can do it anytime you wish, we'll be waiting.

Writer's Block #6 - Why Must They Go?

Cue in: Audra Mae's cover of "Forever Young"

We have been living in the age of TV series. We have the different genres hitting different notes for the spectrum of emotions and preferences we viewers have. Rom-coms, science lab comedies, bar tales, zombie apocalypse, blood baths and so much more. But to tinker the aperture a little bit, let's focus on the more serious series to date, those of guns and booze and swords and dragons.

TV series are governed by the principles of entertainment, inspiration and fishing. For one, entertainment is possibly one of the greatest commodities that the human race consumes. For the part of killing time, it is an escape out of the usual.

Second, inspiration strikes the audience with similarities in their lives along with personal styles that are feather-tickled by the concepts and ideas of the series.

Lastly, fishing is an important part, since all of the viewers are hooked by the dramatic, climatic and explosive episodes, not to mention the season finales that we have all so dreaded, loved and missed dearly.

To give a few examples of my more favorite series, Sons of Anarchy had Half Sack, Boardwalk Empire had Jimmy and Game of Thrones had Ned Stark. They have many things in common actually. All are cool, solid guys but aside from that...they are all dead. I was destroyed as I saw these men fall from the ranks of their brethren, gang and club they all so loved. "F*ck, they really died!"

Writers of the said TV series are brilliant: Sutter, Winter and others, Benioff, Weiss and so on. Inception of these series are just gold in their purest sense. And no doubt, when they said these characters must die, they will and they will stay that way.

It's hard to accept but I guess these characters must have had a reason to pass on to the other realm. The three were war veterans in their own accord, bayonets, bullets and great swords couldn't keep them down back in the day. But the story did in one way- the script. Such is the power of the script, dragons may lay waste to the kingdoms, alcohol be the death of all and the gun running be the end of dear Sam Crow. Their stories will continue and their deaths could not have possibly been in vain. They are remembered, with or without tombstones.

Their stories will live on: Stark's Ice, Jimmy's trench knife and Half Sack's err... ball. They must go because having them in the story could be good but their demise had the series hanging in a better way. The writers knew how to quit while they were still ahead. Cool guys always die fast.

To the lost!