The sky is bleeding, we must fear the flood
A match made in hell 1.1
December 28, 2006A few days passed and I found myself in front of his house again. He told me to return seven days ago but I didn't think he'll mind, he is the prince of broken promises anyway.
His door was ajar so I decided to let myself in.
Oh, it's you. I though you'd changed your mind. It's been more than a week, it's a good thing I'm not really particular about or else I would have sent you downstairs.
Like anything could be lower.
Yeah, well, I knew you wouldn't mind. Besides, I don't think things can get much worse for me.
Be careful what you wish.
Believe me, you don't really wanna know.
Did you know it was Christmas up there 3 days ago?
I should humor him.
No, not really. It's not like we have calendars down here. Even if we did, I bet we couldn't tell. AND, I'm sure it'd make people a lot more miserable counting the days.
He snickers.
Hah! And you said it couldn't be worse. Hmmm… that's a good idea though.
Anyway.
Anyway, I'm as decided as I can be. I'm in.
He ponders for a moment.
Alright, we'll see. We'll give you a test drive. I'll even let you have what you wanted. You see, He's not the only generous one 'round here.
He's a scheming little prick.
A match made in hell
December 20, 2006So I knocked on the doors and was answered by Lucifer himself.
Oh, my friend, how are you? It's so nice of you to visit. I have quite a few things to attend to but please come in, you know you're always welcome here.
Truly, he was not one to forget sinners.
Yes, I was actually betting on that.
He looks at me oddly as if he didn't know what I was talking about.
Hmmm… Anyway, come in. Come in. Let me heat up a pot and we can go ahead and discuss whatever it is that you came here for.
I step into his house. It's not as warm as I'd expected it to be and Lucifer's not like what he used to be. I don't remember him being so perky and appropriate. It could be the endless soul counting, it must drive him nuts. Even with all the exceptions and loopholes that He made, Lucy sure still gets quite a lot.
So, how's everything? How're the numbers working for you?
He fumbles clumsily with the cups. He's not used to visitors.
Good, good. Not too shabby. A little less than expected, but you kind of get that at the end of the year with everyone repenting and all. These guys don't even know that Christmas is on the wrong day but, oh well, whatever floats their boat.
I shrug.
So, what was it you wanted? You want me to shorten your sentence, is that it? You know I don't do that. It's too late, you know the rules. Even He can't make me.
A shadow of a smile creeps into my lips.
Don't be stupid. It's not that.
He's obviously annoyed at my insolence.
Well, what in the hell is it? I haven't got all day… Well, actually I do, but that doesn't stop me from being impatient.
I wonder if I should annoy him a little more, just for the fun of it. What's another thousand years anyway.
There's something I want to see. Back there. Just a little peek. I know you've done it before.
He takes a sip, as if to think. But he already has all the answers.
And why would I do that? Don't even think you can bargain with me because your soul makes little difference down here.
As if I didn't know. I hate it when he does that.
I know you need some help down here. That much you've gotta admit. So, I'm willing to help you out. I wanna stay here for keeps.
Silence.
What? Who do you think you are? Faust?
More silence.
On the presumption that this will make my day less boring, I will humour you. Come back tomorrow.
I put my coffee down, stand up and walk out without hesitation. His gaze lingers on me. I can feel it. Something's cooking in his head.
What has become of us?
December 19, 2006Have we been so blinded by the bright lights that we could not see where we were walking?
We have now strayed too far from the path.
Now there is no turning back, no making amends, no rebuilding bridges, no reacquainting with old friends.
Whatever we lost is lost.
The moment we wet our feet in these murky waters, we too were lost forever, drowning slowly, unknowingly.
A lucky few will live to escape, to tell the tale of repentance and forgiveness, to pass the gates of redemption.
But only a lucky few.
A privileged few.
The rest, the unfortunate, the others – us – we will remain prisoners, relegated to our sordid fates.
We will die in darkness, blinded by the very bright lights which led us astray.
For those forgiven, theirs will be an eternity of solitude.
Away and apart from these things, because they are the few.
For those forsaken, we may revel in the company of our brethren, because we are the many.
xmas wishlist
December 14, 20061. 8 gigabyte compact flash
2. 300 mm telephoto lens with image stabiliser
3. set of 18 inch gun metal mags
4. carryboy rollbar
5. carryboy roller up
6. a Mac
7. a super wide angle lens or a macro lens
8. access to the top floors, roof decks of the talles sky scrapers in metro manila
9. bayview hotel room on new year's eve
10. no more back pain
11. one gigabyt thumb or flash drive
12. leather bound photo album
Migu boys
Toys popularised by San Miguel Beer (hence "Migu" boys) in one of their campaigns in Hongkong. Now one of the most sought after collectibles in Hongkong.
Evil and solitude
December 6, 2006Ever notice how lonely it feels when you do something gut-wrenchingly immoral?
My new baby
I got this baby last Saturday. Nope, it's not the Cannon EOS 400D but hey it's just as good, maybe even better. And you definitely get more value for your money with this one. Not to sour grape or anything, but Cannon might actually be over-hyped and possibly over-rated.
