Dog Piss

I hate bathing at night. There is nothing more traumatizing than stripping down to your bare essentials in the cold of night and dousing yourself in even colder water. Every time I swing that dipper over my head, I feel like my brain cells are getting shorted out by lightning. So every time I head for the bathroom at 9 in the evening with towel and soap in hand, I better have a damn good reason for it. And last night, the reason was because I smelled like dog piss.

The boarding house where I stay in here in Legazpi has a dog named Claus (My uncle, the landlord, found him on Christmas Day). And just like his namesake, Claus likes to give. Except that it comes in ammonia, nitrogen, and other stuff that dog kidneys make. But I really can't blame him; the fella is basically locked up inside the boarding house all day. But when you wake up to a glorious Tuesday morning and find that the dog left you a very smelly present on the doorstep, sympathy tends to vanish hard and fast. I'm a self-confessed animal lover, but it takes all of my mental faculties just to stop myself from whacking the dog every time he pisses on the doorway. And now I just consider myself lucky that he peed on the kitchen floor after dinner; at least I have the time to clean it up and go to sleep without holding the urge to puke every time I inhale. But then again, it's hard to consider oneself lucky if he's going to clean up dog piss. It just makes me want to blow up inside, or at least take a bath at night.

Bitter Coincidence on 7 Wheels

The conductor slowly inched his way to the back of the bus , taking the fares as he did. And as he came nearer and nearer to where I stood, I became uncomfortable, wishing that he would just go away. But as he came at arm's length he stared at me, with the gaze resembling that of a man who goes around asking bus fares. I would have humored him though, if it were not for the fact that I was literally stuck in what seems to be a dozen reasonably large and unreasonably sweaty men, each struggling to hold tight in the bus as it rumbled about in the road. Is he friggin' crazy? I asked myself. And just how the hell am I going to get my wallet outta this mess?

But then again, I realized that it was my idea in the first place to ride an overcrowded bus which is running with one blown tire in the middle of the countryside at 9 in the evening.

And so, with despair and through somewhat remarkable contortion skills, I got my wallet out of my pocket and handed my fare.

Assassin's Creed Trailer

I normally don't embed video in my blogs, primarily because they eat up a lot of memory and are a pain to load up. But I'm willing to overlook it for this instance.

The video shown above is a trailer for the upcoming game Assassin's Creed for the Xbox 360, Playstation 3, and the PC, which is slated to be available in the coming months. It tells the story of Altair, a disgraced assassin set to redeem himself by performing hits in the Holy Land during the Third Crusade. Judging by the graphics, the supposedly innovative gameplay, and the overall bad-assiness (the man replaced his finger with a switchblade, for crying out loud), it's going to be a good, if not great, video game. Just another reason for me to spice up my rig when the PC version supposedly hits the shelves next year.

The Days are Getting Longer, The Nights are Getting Colder...

I finally found the time to write again.

It's not that I don't write anymore. Instead what I really mean is that I finally found time to write something a bit pithier, rather mouthing off silly ramblings and revealing how much I suck at playing video games. I think there’s even a theory that states that as you get older, your skills in video games decrease accordingly. Must be with the aging brain cells I suppose. However, there’s actually no solid scientific fact which can support my theory. But if you find a middle-aged father beating his teenage son at Team Fortress 2, kindly let me know.

But I find it rather ironic though, due to the fact that I’m not really busy nowadays. Aside from the occasional weekend backlogs, my work does not require duty beyond the 9 to 5. But despite this, I still don’t write as much as before. Maybe it’s because my work is starting to turn my mind into that squash pudding my cousin made last week. After all, writing about license plate brackets all day does not exactly induce the Shakespeare in a person. Sometimes I even wonder how my co-workers who are taking up Law (don’t know how many, but my super-secret ninja spies say they’re quite a handful) manage to balance work with study. But then again, I need the money, and compared with other jobs out there mine is as easy as it gets, so I’ll just have to wing it until the next school year.

Also, there’s the fact that I’m no longer inspired to write at all. The teenage angst that has dominated my college years has started to fade out ever since that Senator guy handed me my diploma. Plus I’m no longer pulling out Cupid’s arrows out of my chest cavity. Come to think of it, I think that’s one of the good things about not writing anymore, as there’s drastically lesser chance of me writing about how the way she walks as though she’s gracefully swaying in the wind, cherry blossoms and uber-cheesy Kim Chiu songs in tow. Just reading through my old journal entries makes me cringe and want to slaughter Cupid with a rusty pick-axe.

Then there’s also the fact that we have a new PC at home. A brand-spanking new Sempron PC with 512MB RAM and a 128MB video card. It’s not exactly the fastest out there, but any rig that can make me run Half Life 2 smoothly is good enough for me. And although I still haven’t purchased the aforementioned game, I am contently wading through Disciples 2 and various console emulators I found on the Internet. And when I’m not wasting precious sec…er…hours of my life in pointless but otherwise addictive video game diversions, I’m busy trying to figure out Photoshop CS and doing the wedding invitation card for my cousin who’s getting married in January. And let’s not forget the occasional DotA fix with Shad and/or Vhan at Chuck’s, as well as various other frivolities such as laundry, eating, sleeping, and respiration. Kinda makes you think twice about “not being busy”, ain’t it?

But as for now, I have the time.