Writer's Block #3 - Early Morning Sins

from weaponcollector.blogpsot.com

"Wake up. Wake up. I don't wanna wake up."

There are lots of great things about mornings; the fresh brew, kawali-fresh sinangag, sunny-side up eggs smiling at you and begging for a lather of banana ketchup and toast bread, even champorado with tuyo and other wondrous things. The list goes on and on and they make you wanna dance to work, school or wherever you need to go.

And then there are the things that make you sin early in the morning. The list goes on and on, too. And your sins will keep on rolling after that if you don't keep your cool. Here are some usual morning buzzkills on my list, I'm deeply sorry, I'm a sinful nominal.

• Commuters taking too long walking up the crossing. - They could speed up and save you from cursing and mind you, getting late for your appointment.
• Scumbag fellow PUV riders. - These are really, REALLY, annoying people. They sit like a king with their legs wide open. Sometimes I wonder if they are harboring a fugitive down there or maybe they have a set of coconuts for ball sacs. You pay for the same fare but you get seated like you owe them your life. Life is indeed unfair.
• Cell screamers. - They own the PUV, and they make sure they're heard up until the next mountain. HELLO?!?!?
• The Bobble Head. - These are really not annoying for me but it's a pity that sometimes they are like dead people on public transports. They throw their heads side to side, front to back and darn it, even splooge their morning saliva on an unknowing seatmate. Poor fella.
• The morning grumpies. - These people look like they've had a years of bad luck building up to the boiling point up until the time you see them. They have an innate way of making you feel their bad mood as it resonates. Then you feel like you can't go to work anymore, it rubbed off on you.
• The 20-seater jeep that can only fit 19. - This sucks big time. You really have to fill in all the seats as the barker or driver instructs. Brace your balls, another passenger is coming.
• The BoomBox Jeep. - What?!? I can't hear you!!! *ears bleeding/soul's ears also bleeding*
• Scumbag driver. - Does not give you change or gives less change. Also, may occasionally not hear you are stopping the vehicle on purpose.
• The comfortable bed. - It's the feeling that it hugs you back that's more annoying. Curse you bed.

Actually, there are a lot more in the list but this may have to stop now. I might have to pay extra for my long list of sins. Happy cursing!

P.S. This is gonna hurt you more than it will hurt me.

Props to Weapon Collector for the image.

Writer's Block #2 - Old Friend

Friends usually have the lesser propensity to be lost in your life. Unlike your cigarette lighter that you have fondly cherished in the last 4 years or that trusty Swiss knife your friend gave you as a remembrance. Those things get lost no matter how shitty careful you are not to lose them. But friends will probably just kick your nuts in if you lost those but will probably care for you nonetheless. Those are probably the guys you would want to have your back in a bar fight or street rumble.

And there are the people who forget who you are after finding new outlets for social gratification and emotional connection. Yes, there are people like that and you may have encountered one or two along the way. And no, you can't scalp them alive. You know, it's just f*ing offensive to be deleted from their circle just because of a misunderstanding or "unstable" connection. We are not factory made parts you can just replace with brand new ones. That sucks a** but you have to realize that maybe you are at fault...which is the case some times but most probably not.

You just have to suck it in. Breathe in and out and maybe, just maybe, create a troll account and flame the little bastard to the fiery depths of sludgy hell he/she belongs to. Or better yet, just let him/her see he/she's not the only option. We are friends, I mean, eherm, we were friends. Maybe you really do need a new memory card, you need a higher disk space and a storage wiper.

Oh, and another thing. Please de-friend all my friends that you got to know since we severed all ties and connections after you did so. Thank you very much. You have a pleasant life ahead of you. You was a bitch before was I's.

Props to Tiger Beatdown for the meme. Just got to use it for the oh-so-jolly good expression.

The Writer's Block #1

Clocking in today at 8:48am, I get the papers, I turn the dispenser on, boot my laptop and read the latest news.

Honestly, I couldn't see myself anywhere else than on this make-shift writer's desk. I guess it has grown on me and I have grown on it. I'm not an exceptional writer, nor do I specialize on a field. It's just that writing gives me a sense of connection in this world of social network relationships and probably devaluating feeling of reality.

I think that nowadays, people seem to float around, kind of drifting from one place to another. I guess there's nothing wrong with it since most of us feel that some time or another. I think that that's what it feels like to be a writer by choice. You drift around, cling on to something you randomly pass by until you reach your desired destination. Sometimes, the driftwood in your travels are really gold.

That's when you hit your "Eureka" moment. You type on and on and on and you realize you're writing what's possibly one of your better pieces of late. And it is such a wonderful feeling to just see your words fluidly illustrate your current state of mind, emotion and opinion. You just float there, and you wander off to some other place.

But of course, there are days that you just can't seem to get your fingers moving. Words don't come out. It may take hours, days, weeks and God forbid, months. It may happen on work, in school, in meetings, exams or your leisure time. Yes, that sucks ass but you can't force yourself into writing a masterpiece you can't even visualize. Just wing it. Then pull the trigger if there's one in the chamber.

Now I'm just drifting away. Tiktak-ing on my keyboard. I guess this is going to be a long day.

The Ace of Clubs

This could probably change your mind...about anything. I am a very big fan of hand made knuckle dusters. This one is very creative in design and maybe functionality. It could look good on a desk as a mean paper weight and a very good conversation starter.

Some of you may think that this its very odd for people to like these kinds of stuff but really, collectors are no harm. It's the users that you should be worried about. Carriers are probably equally dangerous but only carry for security purposes.

Trivia: Boxers back in the day usually slip in one of these knockers in illegal boxing matches. As well as old-school gentlemen who get home late from work, anticipating the hoodlums in alleys or stray gangs. Soldiers during the two world wars also favor this weapon for personal use and possible "self-expression" for the enemies. Another version of this is the "trench knife."

Props to Weapon Collector for the picture and ownership. Just had to share this. Stunningly beautiful work, literally and figuratively.

Just a Thought Cloud

Sometimes, it is all a matter of mindset.

Sometimes, I can’t decide whether to buy something I have really liked for so long just because I think I am spending way too much.

Sometimes, I think too much and I forget what really needs to be done.

Sometimes, I see myself in the eyes of others.

Sometimes, I know I don’t need something but I still want it.

Sometimes, it is all a matter of mindset.

Ever since I knew what I was going to be, I always thought about the “what could be’s” in my life right now. I could be possibly writing for my dream magazine or I could be enjoying my Fridays out with my best buddies, getting wasted and meeting girls. I could be living the working class life: giving my parents the share of my salary, looking and sounding like a big shot in front of others, spending more than what I can or living off the side of a mountain. I could possibly have a girlfriend to have a go-meet with her socialera friends in their up-town gigs and perky talks about the latest craze in their Barbie world.

It is fun thinking about these things. These are some things that get me by in my jeepney rides to work or my afternoon stroll outside the compound. Yes, they may seem painful and of course, why wouldn’t it be painful? This smells and spells REGRET all over, upside down or inside out. It stings some times.

But the reality, not the sad part is that it is just a thought cloud in my made-up comic world. It is a figment, gone in *poof* but is relive-able in probably one of the most entertaining ways. And the fun part starts with this short thought cloud. It is probably a slow day today, for me, for the office, for other people as well. And this prods thinking. I could probably get those things I mentioned earlier. Or I could just live with what I have.

I could probably enjoy booze on weekends but that wouldn’t be good for me. I still have to think about work on Monday. I could wish for better, bigger pay for a lesser or an equal load but that wouldn’t be right. Sometimes I think it is all a matter of mindset. Back then, I wished to graduate, then I did. When I graduated, I wish I had a job, then I did get one. When I landed the job, I wished I had the pay of yuppie puppy clad in designer brands and on the latest 4s. Then I figured, I wouldn’t be happier with that.

I have a decent work. I get paid honestly. I have good friends and I enjoy the good company. I have a loving family and they are healthy. I should be content with what I have, not wish for more that I could possibly live my life without. Magnum (the ice cream, not the condoms okay?) sounds good but I can enjoy dirty ice cream equally on a sizzling Philippine afternoon. It is probably safe to say that we tend to live our lives right now based on what we want to have, we are pushed to go distances because we want a new car, a new dress, a new cabinet of shoes or whatever. We have the things that we need, though improvement is not bad, opportunity will present itself sooner or later. But for now, we just have to be more content and more patient.

Tom Shadyac described this human mindset, compared it to a cancer that eats up its host and dies after. The cancer as a parasite takes more than it needs and kills its host eventually killing itself shortly after. This shouldn’t be the case with us.

Sometimes it is all a matter of mindset. And what you read is just a thought cloud. *poof*

BTW, this blog liiiiives. Resurrected from its internet grave.