Fire Series: 2 - Deluge Brewing
My legs felt like I have already been on foot for close to half a day so I stopped. To my dismay, the mountains ahead also did not look any nearer than when I laid eyes on them the first time. I looked back to where I came from and realized that it was as if I haven’t traveled at all. It seemed like I was walking on a treadmill and the land was just corner-to-corner wallpaper.
The skies, however, have definitely gone darker. Hundreds of flashes of lightning branched out in the clouds in an eerily illuminating display. Tornado-like gusts of winds whipped my body that the mere act of standing straight became a chore. With a forearm covering my eyes, I resumed my strides.
Fire Series: 1 - The Arrival
I finally touched ground after falling for what seemed like an eternity.
Still feeling a bit dizzy from the drop, I tried to stand up with shaky legs – an effort that proved futile as I simply crumbled upon my quick hands from being unable to support my weight.
I looked up and around me. It appears that I have been transported to another world, or dimension, and there was nothing else in sight but land; one that had the similar infinity an ocean deludes us with in its horizon. Above were gloomy skies that glittered with frequent flashes of light within the clouds due to lightning. Loud roars of thunder followed each one to near-deafening proportions.
“Where am I?,” my mind asked.
A dream. This must be a dream. Yes. I remember freshening up for sleep: washed my face, brushed my teeth, arranged the pillows, and laid on the bed. So why did I feel more awake than ever?
Suddenly, I realized what I was wearing. I touched what felt like some animal’s skin underneath a very thin and ragged metallic armor. I thought if I was to enter a battle surely I will be instantly out even by the minor hit of a zipping arrow due to its overall crudeness. This was beginning to shape up like the oddest dream.
My attention was then caught by the loud rumbling of the ground. That’s when I noticed that the earth frequently shook; gradually cracking the floor. The wind has picked up as well, and I saw that the dark clouds above have started racing towards me. While being mesmerized with the unfamiliar surrounding, my eyes got fixed on shadowy figures in front.
Mountains.
They were the only things present on the sprawling terrain, and seemed to be very distant from where I stood. For some reason, I felt certain that I needed to get there. A rush began inside me, like I was a battery-operated toy robot jump-started to life.
Standing up once more, this time a little easier and steadier, I started to walk.
The Oxymoron of Our Age
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; more degrees, but less common sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and drugs, alcohol, and tobacco that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
I Owe My Ex Money
This is probably one of the rarest times in Pop Culture and Less when I will unhesitatingly wear my heart out on my sleeve.
To confirm the above title: yes, I do – and I’m ending up giving myself romance inferno because of it.
Seizing that Blog Moment
Idesperately need to scoop myself out of this boredom blackhole that has been relentlessly sucking me in for weeks now, so I thought perhaps that I could blog. I went to reading through my favorite blogs (with the little knowledge of the blogosphere I currently have). I stumbled upon several interesting entries such as the latest American Idol recap on Vote For the Worst (hilarious, I tell ya, hilarious!) and Kim’s meme (whatever a meme is – help?) which included 5 questions that are certain to make anyone who likes blogwriting drool. The first question which asks for the origin of your blog quickly put me to a daydream about unleashing on my trustee notepad to share all my anger and angst.
I didn’t do it though.
