Thursday, March 03, 2005
Dream Machine and Hell Week
I'd like to start first by inviting bloggers out there to the bloggathon challenge created by my friend. Basically a gritty writing challenge wherein one has to post blogs by restrictions everyday. Topic will be dictated and such. We give 100 bucks to start and winner take all.
So what's on my mind... still have a crush I can't do anything about, still in school, still alive. But the thing that's bothering me is the fact that I can't frickin write Dream Machine. Everything in my head just exploded right after christmas break followed by a consecutive array of hell weeks, courtesy of math and physics. Plot got so messy that I was so disgusted whenever I opened it that I couldn't write it anymore. So what I'm planning to do was redo the whole thing. Yes people, I am redoing it, not like you care, you don't read it haha but I'll say whatever the hell I want so sit back, and read about my life else, go somewhere else to invest your time in :P
Dream Machine, I will remake. Writing in blogs and short stories has given me a better perspective on how to write this friggin thing. Different thing with this from the 1st story was that Manuel helped me cook up the story of Syndicate Wars but I haven't talked to Manuel in ages (miss you buddy) and there is no one who can dish it out like he can. Dream Machine will then be a story I will create by myself and I just love the story in my head but I can't bring it out in words somehow. I often have this dream where me and some of my friends would gather around a campfire and swap stories and I would tell the GHOSTS story to them and it would last for hours, like in the olden times with storytellers in marketplaces. Hahaha, storytelling is an artform in itself you know.
Aside from Dream Machine, BCP has reared its fucking head again. Next week, we got papers and tests; the shit has hit the fan. Last night, I dreamed I was drowning in a sea of papers, strangely, my english teacher was looming over the papers laughing maniacally. A sign of things to come? probably. But papers don't bother me too much, it's the math and physics test I'm worried about. Math, my average is D, no doubt about that. Thing is, I get the lesson, just not the test, sablay? yeah, king of it. Physics, I'm pretty sure I'm passing. Passed first two LTs, gave all homeworks and stuff and prof's going to doctor the grades... tomorrow will reveal what my class standing is, it would be good if I get a C at least. Next week though, we got a Physics test, skip a day, then Math test and all the while, got english paper due all week, throw in a little thing called Filipino Investigative report, a dash of Filipino Book Report and you got a recipe for disaster. A dish I call Hell Week.
So between all this crap, I still got the sulks. Man, the lack of endorphines is going to be the end of me. They say you keep going on positive energy but in my case, I'm running on negatives. Life is defined by Suffering and that Suffering comes from our Desire. Yes, I do desire something hence, I suffer. Every fucking day I suffer. If there is any consolation to this thing is that, well, I can't say it out here. Leave you to find out
Riding the Lightning
6:20 PM
