Nandito nanaman po tayo. Nostalgia sa panahong hindi pa ako buhay. 80’s pare. Putanginang Donnie Darko to eh. Putanginang Richard Kelly to, eh. Putanginang soundtrack! Swak na swak sa nostalgia na pinapalibutan ng Mullet ni Aga Muhlach at Janice de Belen. Oo, pareho silang mullet-haired. Tangina, no?
I’m on a high for teen flicks that I loved when I was back in grade school. I wasn’t exactly a teen back then; but I enjoyed the wonderful things that teenage drinking can do to you. So, in between downloading Idle Hands (I wanna see Devon Sawa taking a smoke out of his inhaler. Oh, and Jessica Alba in an angel costume) and that 90’s teen flick, 10 Things I Hate About You–I suddenly found myself craving for blood.
Let me tell it to you straight, I am not a vampire… I want… other people’s blood smothered across the walls of the streets. I want them to cry for help and gasp their last breath as their heads fly to… nowhere. I want violence and crazy, crazy 80’s music.
Yes, five words can give me what I fucking need.
Grand. Theft. Auto. Vice. City.
So here’s how it went: I clicked the icon on the desktop. It loaded up fast. I clicked to stop the opening movie. I clicked again to stop that disgraceful Logo of the company who made this violent, violent game.
Doremon goes, “Ang mahiwagang mensahe!“
Loading…
Opening message…
“No time for GOD? Wat if GOD also have n0 time for you? Pass this message to all pe0ple y0u care f0r.No mircales will come your way yet the idea of spreading this message to everyone shows that anything deals with Hi–”
Message deleted!
Start Game. Options. Blah-blah-blah.
Start Game. Hooray, blood.
Nina: Putangina naman, Carlos. Kanina pa ako tawag ng tawag sa’yo pero puro “cannot be reached.”
Carlos: Teka, may naisip kasi ako na talagang kanina ko pa iniisip. Yung tipong hindi ko talaga mapigilang isipin kasi talagang stuck siya sa utak ko eh. Sobrang nandun, eh. Nakaka-sabog nga eh, parang natuturete ako na hindi ko maintindihan.
[tahimik]
Carlos: Puta. Ganito. Naglalakad ako kanina, tapos hindi ko naman talaga alam kung san ako pupunta. Pero. Basta, ayon, lakad lang ako ng lakad. Walang tigil talaga. Para akong adik pero wala naman akong hinithit, tinusok, o tinira. Basta, sobrang balisa lang.
[tahimik]
Carlos: Hindi ko alam kung global warming ba ‘to, o ano. Pero, mehn. Umulan bigla. Hindi yung, “Ay, puta… ambon lang ako! La-la-la.” Malakas siya eh. Tipong: “PUTANGINA KA! ULAN AKO! TANDAAN MO, HINDOT KA! ULAN AKO!”
[tahimik]
Hi, and welcome to Best in Tensions. I wasn’t doing anything great this summer so I decided to start a new blog with some random fictional materials. Because, you know, sometimes there are voices inside my head. And through those voices, I randomly see different people engaged in different conversations or what-nots. Sometimes, they narrate a story, talk to themselves, or just randomly rant about something.
Oh, yeah and they’re the ones who will fill this blog with random materials. So yeah.
Do comment, or whatever.
