Brewed Thoughts: March 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Churp Churp: Not exactly a Twitter clone

I love social media. It's a great way to get in touch with old and new friends, know about a lot of  interesting information and even bag great deals while you're at it. I'm even going to say the most passe catch phrase: it's revolutionizing the way we communicate. Even the person most adverse to technology will either get curious about it or will probably create their own social media account (case in point: parents in Facebook).

Sunday, March 20, 2011


Yeah, our black pussy went under the knife yesterday. It's been a long time coming actually, but thankfully we were able to have the funds to get her spayed. She was in her "season" that week, and her cries seemed like she was in pain or something. I just couldn't bear to see her in that state.

Monday, March 14, 2011

WIP: The Descendants

When Jake realized where they were headed, he started panicking. Big time. "Oh no no no," he muttered under his breath, clutched the dashboard and held on for dear life.

Caleb shook his head. "Stop being such a wuss. You're the one who wanted to join me on this mission, so you're going to have to suck it up, princess." His eyes roamed around the vicinity, looking for anything unusual. He parked the car right underneath the street sign that said "Balete Drive".

"Yeah, I did. But you never told me what the mission's about. Hell, for all I know, you'd want me to gank some manananggal or beat the living daylights out of some dwende or something."

Caleb snorted. "Manananggals? Please. You know as well as I do those creatures do not exist at all. Well, at least not in this day and age. You're lucky they aren't, otherwise, I might have to ask you to do it."

"Can't we just do this some other day? You know I don't like ghosts. Why does it always have to be about ghosts?"

Caleb eyed his friend dangerously. He knew how exasperating Jake could be when the mission involved the walking dead, but he wasn't just about to abandon the assignment. Sinag already told them it was either now or never. They were at a race against time and he'd be damned if he let Jake sabotage this one shot opportunity.

Sinag, their trusty seer-slash-prophet, told him he would find his companions in the occurence of a supernatural event. Of course, he would have to kill whatever eerie creature stood in his way before a companion would be revealed. It pissed Caleb knowing that he cannot fulfill the prophecy on his own. He hated working with a team. And although he had Jake tagging along since forever, he still didn't like putting up with the idea of a Fellowship of the Ring bullcrap.

"Even if you do insist on this I-can-do-this-on-my-own-I-don't-need-a-team idea, you're never going to be successful. The gods have foretold this already and it's useless going against something that's already preordained."

God, even Sinag's irritating sermons were beginning to seep into his consciousness. He much preferred her voice when the diwata Sariya speaks through her. Albeit it was a lot creepy knowing the deity's human manifestation was that of an age-old woman who was almost always at Sinag's side.

Jake whined some more on the perils of dealing with a cranky spirit at the height of their powers that night. Caleb was just about to throttle him when a silver Honda CR-V sped past the block. He blinked and then saw the flash of a white dress up the road. "She's here. Shut up and just let me do my job."

Caleb turned on the ignition and followed the SUV, ignorant of the sudden chill brought about by the night air.

I wrote this in a burst of sudden inspiration. It's been marinating in my head for a couple of months now and this is the first time I've actually committed this project on something tangible. It's still a work in progress and there's still a lot of research and plotting to be done, but I'm hoping for the best. I hope I can see through the end of this ambitious project.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Obsessed on the Supernatural


I can't believe I've been putting off writing about Supernatural in this space. I mean, I've been living, dreaming and eating SPN for a couple of weeks already. I blame the entire show for this ginormous writing and reading backlog, which I have no plans of getting started on until at least I've reached the latest episode in Season 6 (I've already started on a couple of episodes in Season 5).

Death in the family

It feels really weird to be writing about something as morbid as death. Yet we all know that like it or not, we're all going to face the final curtain at one point in time. It still feels alien to me, though. Luckily, we don't have many deaths in the family and I feel blessed ten times over knowing that my family is safe and in good spirits. I guess I haven't entertained the thought of getting into that "point in time", more so for my folks. I've gotten used to a close-knit family that the idea of any one of us kicking the bucket seems unacceptable, even preposterous.