Spinning slowly

Like a spiral

In the midst of vertigo

That just won’t go

We press repeat

Without knowing it

Our history smiling easy

Saying, “I told you so.”

The many clichés

Never seem to stop

Reaching rock bottom

Plummeting from the top

When does it end?

We often wonder

Maybe when we’re dead

That you should ponder.

Spinning circles

Closing cycles

Yet how do you close,

What can’t be locked?

You’ll choke on promises

You’ll swear never

Yet in the blink of an eye

Convictions will all be a lie.

Around a couple of years back, I’ve been seeing all this fuss about George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire. Some people swear by it while bookshops greeted me with them right on the front row shelves. I never took notice. It was because I wasn’t a fan of fantasy fiction, save for Neil Gaiman’s work and the occasional Stephen King.

BUT I ate my crispy pride against fantasy fic the moment I started watching HBO’s Game of Thrones. It was Harry Potter all over again. Back in the days when J.K. Rowling’s book was starting to make waves I also snubbed it aside, thinking the books were too thick. I even went as far as thinking, “it’s so thick nobody would waste time reading it.” Hohoho. I succumbed to my own hunger for satiating intrigues, it took just a few pages to lure me into whatever Hogwarts and Harry’s magic has.

For 7 years I was a sworn Harry Potter fan, occasionally drawing a love-and-hate view on Snape and awestruckly dumbfounded with the notion of Quidditch. And now, I think that same sort of devotion would be passed on to Martin’s ASOIF. Thank you Sean Bean for playing Ned Stark so wonderfully and thank you HBO for commissioning such a gift of an epic onto our TV screens.

Anyway, I am currently reading in a haywire fashion because I read Clash of Kings before I decided on Game of Thrones’ book version. I was so excited to find out what’s going to happen next when the HBO Series version ended its first season. But since a lot of friends urged me to fill myself full with the first book, I obliged and I now understand the characters better especially those that I wanted to slap previously—Sansa and Catelyn. Also, I have a better view of Ned’s character and even the king whom I thought was just a pig and a royal-blood version of Fred Flintstone.

By the way, HBO will be showing Game of Thrones this August. I got my early fill of the entire series, thanks to a friend’s tip and Torrents. But do watch out for the schedules and if you find any copy left of the ASOIF series on bookstores, I suggest you buy them ASAP for you will never see them again. Take it from me.

So I decided to revive Tumblr because I felt like I wasn’t writing enough for myself. Technically speaking, I’ve been writing so much. But it’s just for work work and werkwerkwerkwerk…it gets boring you know. I haven’t written anything for my own OWN satisfaction. So here goes.

I spent almost an hour trying to look for a good layout to revamp this site. Extremes can really work against us. When there’s too few choices, we complain. When there’s too many, we still complain. And how can you really say that you’ve got an average number of choices? Is it when you no longer need to decide because…TENEN!…you made your choice in a span of half a nanosecond.

As for the Tumblr title you can read at the left side with the yellow background, that’s a slightly changed direct quote from Fulghum’s “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.” I’m currently reading it and finding it a light treat for boring days I need to wait elsewhere, the shuttle’s slowly being filled up, or I just want to make an impression that I’m smart. Hehe. Never got to do the third one because I’ve been busy with work I hardly have time to think about anything else but open my emails. Thank God February 18 came in soon. That’s all in the past now ;)

I will write more from this point on. That’s actually the gift I’m planning to give myself as I turn silver on March 28. I will write for myself. I will find the will to write more for myself. It’s a must. 

i have a bug in my heart
tugs its insides
makes me feel sad

last i remember
i didn’t
leave any sugar
nor bread crumbs
untouched and waiting
to be revealed

but i feel this
bugsy’s little feet
crawling inside my own
red fistful of muscle,
of blood, of beats

i have a bug in my heart
tugs its insides
makes me feel sad

living in a world
that falls apart