In a land far, far away, a mermaid is tucking her son into bed. As a part of every kid's bedtime ritual (yes, even young merfolks), the mother has to read a bed time story until they fall asleep.
"So, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?" asked the mermaid while absentmindedly scanning the bookshelf.
"I don't want any of those" exclaimed the kid when he noticed his mother looking at the bookshelf. "Could you tell me instead the story of our people's origin."
"Alright, but promise me that you'll listen carefully. This story has been passed down by our ancestors. And someday, when you have children of your own, you could also tell it to them."
"Ok, mom" murmured the kid as he lay down on his side to face his mother.
"A long time ago, when our kind used to live not underwater but on solid ground ----"
"What?!" interrupted the kid. "How did our ancestors managed to survive on dry land?"
"Listen first, it's all part of the story" said his mother patiently. "As I was saying, long ago, our people used to live on dry land; having a set of legs and feet instead of a fishtail, which we have now. They were just regular people living in peace and harmony; it seemed that peace would go on until the end of time. But it's not what fate has in stored for them."
"One day, the high priest of the kingdom had a very alarming premonition; and he immediately went to the castle to warn the king.
'My King! My King! We have a very serious problem' shouted the high priest as he made his way towards the throne. 'I just had the most disturbing vision.'
'Calm down, young man' said the king. 'Would you care for a drink while you narrate your vision to me?'
'Thank you, your Majesty. But every second counts, which you will realize after you hear my story' panted the priest, who was still acting like he saw the most horrible thing in the world.
At this point, the king dropped his calm, smiling face and suddenly turned grim and serious when he saw the condition of the high priest. 'Pray, continue' said the king, not taking his eyes off the priest.
'I was meditating at the top of the mountain,' the priest started 'when suddenly, the wind calmed down and I was surrounded by a blinding light. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw the most beautiful creature standing in front of me. It was so beautiful that no words could suffice in describing it. I fell down on my knees and ----' "
"Well this is a boring book. It ruined my high you bastard" said a college junior as he throws the book to his roommate, who was so busy coughing he didn't even see the book flying to his face.
"What the hell dude?!" shouted the roommate as he massages his right cheek. "Oh great job dude. Because of you, I dropped the joint in the glass of water. And my cheek hurts like hell too."
The junior, who is now busy rolling another joint replied, "Blame your book asshole. It's what hit you in the face."
The roommate just gave him the finger as he tries to order some pizza. It took him a few minutes though before he realizes that he was holding the phone upside down.
"Why are you reading books about mermaids anyway?" continued the junior as he lights the newly rolled joint. "I'm starting to think that you might be a faggot hiding in the closet. Listen dude," the junior suddenly turned serious and faced his roommate, "I don't mind that you're gay. But when your hormones start acting up, keep it to yourself or with your friends and don't even think of including my ass in one of your 'fun sessions.' " Then he started to cough and laugh at the same time, causing his eyes to become teary.
"You're dick," retorted the roommate as he reach for the joint. "Maybe you're the one who's a queer in denial and you're just projecting your frustrations on me."
"See dude," said the junior who was still laughing his ass off on the floor, "you can't stop thinking about dicks."
The roommate, now starting to get annoyed by the gay jokes just said, "You're stoned dude," hoping to change the subject.
"I am. And you're gay" replied the junior in a mocking voice.
Somewhere, in a single bed apartment, a girl is sitting in her couch watching a movie. After finishing the last of her butter flavored popcorn, she turns off the DVD player and began to watch cable tv instead. She is a little disappointed by the movie, for it was created by the same guys who created some of her favorite movies. Even though the title insinuated that it was just another stoner movie, she still got the DVD thinking it would still bring a few laughs. Instead, what she saw was just a bunch of dudes getting high all the time and dissing each other. And after seeing the scene where the two protagonists discuss some book about mermaids while getting stoned, she's finally had enough and decides to watch the latest Hollywood gossip instead.
Outside the girl's apartment, sitting in a thick branch, overlooking the girl's bedroom and bathroom, is a guy patiently waiting for the girl to take a shower and then eventually retire to her room. Equipped with some of the best and latest spying gadgets, he awaits his newest prey to fulfill his psychotic urges. He's been spying on the girl for almost a week now and the girl doesn't even suspect a thing. The guy first laid eyes on the girl when she ordered coffee from him at the local coffee shop. As he gave her her coffee and change, some of the coins fell off her hands and she bent over to pick them up. When she bent over, her skirt lifted up a little and the guy had a glimpse of her butt crack. The guy couldn't stop thinking what the rest of her body looks like so he started stalking her from then on.
Across the street, a black car is parked in front of the local convenience store. Inside the car is an undercover policeman trying to get enough evidence to put the local pervert behind bars. The policeman have the cleanest record among the force; he never abused his power because he saw his job as a calling. But because of his clean record and uncompromising attitude, some of the powerful crime syndicates have started targeting him. That's why he was forced to take small cases for the meantime; until his heat cools down. So for now, his latest assignment is to gather enough evidence to put the pervert in jail. Equipped with just a camera, he takes a picture of the pervert every time he exposes his face.
Inside the convenience store, two FBI agents are drinking coffee and eating some doughnuts while discussing a potential new recruit. The bureau picked this guy because of his outstanding record and his passion in upholding the law. The two agents are scribbling in their notes as they observe the cop outside who was gathering evidence. After they were done taking notes, they gave each other a nod, then phoned their superiors; the cop passed the preliminary test and tomorrow, they would go to the precinct and tell him he has a chance to join the bureau. While the two agents are paying for their bill, a mentally deranged person bursts in the store, holding a gun. Before the two agents could react, the person begins shooting everyone. After seeing everyone was dead, he puts the gun in his mouth, cocks the gun then pulls the trigger.
A million light years away, a family is making weird noises, which appears to be the sound of cheering, as they stare in front of this humongous screen showing someone shooting everyone at some convenience store. Each family member has a big head, no eyes, and has a hole, which resembles an abyss, for mouth. They're blue, and they appear to be made of a jelly-like substance. In that planet, the form of entertainment is watching the lives of lower beings; and the hit show right now is the planet Earth. Pretty soon though, they would get bored with that planet, destroy it, then look for another planet to watch.
In a metaphysical realm, an omnipotent being is watching its creations. The being watches everything with great interest and delight, even though his creation is starting to crumble into pieces. It sits there, unmoved by the sight it sees, while everything disintegrates. Nothing matters to it; when everything ends, it would just create again then watch the whole process start all over again. It has all the time; or rather, time doesn't have an effect on it.
Sitting in front of a greenish monitor, after deciphering the jumble of white letters on the screen, a student is disappointed for wasting time reading something so irrelevant and nonsensical. That time could have been allotted in doing something productive; like reading and reviewing the notes taken in class, or doing some of the requirements in advance. But because of curiosity regarding the legend of the merfolks, the student lost some precious time that will never be obtained again.
Meanwhile, outside the student's house, a shady character is rummaging through the trash; hoping to get a trinket that once belonged to the student. After finding a new memento for the altar at his home, the shady character takes one last look at the student then heads home.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Where Are the Wild Things?
Mary, Micah, and Paula; where are the wild things?
Ok, first things first: first times (no, this isn't the wild thing). This is the first movie I've watched in 2010; first movie I've watched in TriNoma; and first time I've watched a movie with the block. Told you, no wild things here.
Even before watching the movie, I had been looking for the wild things. They weren't in the caf, not in the ride to TriNoma, and not in TriNoma itself. So I said to myself, they must be in the movie; and that's exactly what I did - look for wild things in the movie.
The movie started with a little boy chasing a dog. Then when he finally caught the dog, they wrestled. Not exactly the wild thing I was expecting; but hey, some people might be into that shit.
Fast forward a little; the boy had an older sister. Then a couple of friends of the sister (all guys) came (still not wild) and went inside their house; with the boy (from now on, let's call the little boy Max) outside the house. So a sleazy reggae beat started playing in my head (um-um-ckaka, um-um-chaka). But they immediately went outside the house and had a snowball fight (not a sexual euphemism) with Max. Still no wild things.
Their mom isn't a wild thing.
Max threw a tantrum when he saw his mom with another guy (which is totally uncalled for because they weren't doing anything wild)... Max bit his mom... chase scene... Max sailing... Max arriving at some island... still no wild things.
Max arrived at the strange island at night; a perfect setting for anything wild. He heard chaos somewhere, and he approached it. What he saw was just a bunch of monsters (the goat is freaking gay, and the chicken is... a chicken). Then one thing led to another and Max was seen by all the monsters; and then they surrounded him. I said to myself, please don't let this be the wild thing I was searching for. It wasn't.
The dog is fucking awesome though.
Let's skip to the end because any wild thing that might have happened in between isn't actually my thing. But if you're sort of into that shit, not a single thing happened; you didn't miss anything. Credits rolled... still no wild thing.
So where the hell are the wild things?
Awesome movie though; and a cool soundtrack. There's just no wild thing.
Ok, first things first: first times (no, this isn't the wild thing). This is the first movie I've watched in 2010; first movie I've watched in TriNoma; and first time I've watched a movie with the block. Told you, no wild things here.
Even before watching the movie, I had been looking for the wild things. They weren't in the caf, not in the ride to TriNoma, and not in TriNoma itself. So I said to myself, they must be in the movie; and that's exactly what I did - look for wild things in the movie.
The movie started with a little boy chasing a dog. Then when he finally caught the dog, they wrestled. Not exactly the wild thing I was expecting; but hey, some people might be into that shit.
Fast forward a little; the boy had an older sister. Then a couple of friends of the sister (all guys) came (still not wild) and went inside their house; with the boy (from now on, let's call the little boy Max) outside the house. So a sleazy reggae beat started playing in my head (um-um-ckaka, um-um-chaka). But they immediately went outside the house and had a snowball fight (not a sexual euphemism) with Max. Still no wild things.
Their mom isn't a wild thing.
Max threw a tantrum when he saw his mom with another guy (which is totally uncalled for because they weren't doing anything wild)... Max bit his mom... chase scene... Max sailing... Max arriving at some island... still no wild things.
Max arrived at the strange island at night; a perfect setting for anything wild. He heard chaos somewhere, and he approached it. What he saw was just a bunch of monsters (the goat is freaking gay, and the chicken is... a chicken). Then one thing led to another and Max was seen by all the monsters; and then they surrounded him. I said to myself, please don't let this be the wild thing I was searching for. It wasn't.
The dog is fucking awesome though.
Let's skip to the end because any wild thing that might have happened in between isn't actually my thing. But if you're sort of into that shit, not a single thing happened; you didn't miss anything. Credits rolled... still no wild thing.
So where the hell are the wild things?
Awesome movie though; and a cool soundtrack. There's just no wild thing.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Living in the iWorld
It's 5:30 AM. You hear the sound of Careless Whisper breaking the morning silence. You stand up immediately thinking, "Holy shit! Someone's getting some action." Then you realize it was just your ialarm blaring to wake you up.
After rubbing your eyes and yawning for a couple of seconds, you go to the shower. Before taking a shower, you decide to do your own business. As you sit down on the itoilet's seat, Scream Aim Fire starts to play loudly; so loud that even your neighbors know someone's taking a shit. And for every plok sound that your crap makes when it makes contact with the water surface of your itoilet, you'd hear a plinky-plucky sound. After you're done making plinky-plucky music, you flush the itoilet and then it would say, "Thank you, come again!" (in Indian accent).
Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head would play as soon as you turn the knob of your ishower. And when you use your ishampoo/soap, you'd hear Tiny Bubbles. After taking a shower, you go to your room to change.
Then you hear the sound of interlude.
After drying yourself, you rummage through your drawer to look for a clean iunderwear. When you finally pick the one you like (fuschia is the new "in" color), you wear the iunderwear; then Dirty Little Secret starts to play. The iunderwear you're wearing has been used before but you say to yourself, "Ah fuck it. I'm already wearing the damn thing." So you just hit the snooze button. Then you start to put on your iclothes, which play I'm Too Sexy if they're too tight already.
You exit your room, prepared to go to school. But you decide to grab a quick bite first. You get some ifood and start to gobble it up. As you chew, Don't Hold Back plays inside your mouth. And when you're finally full, you take a moment to decide whether to brush your teeth. You know your breath could take down an elephant but you have an imouthwash anyway; it doesn't get rid of the smell but it plays First Breath After a Coma every time you breathe out; which is freaking awesome. You decide to brush your teeth. It's been almost a week since you last brushed your teeth; you've been relying too much on the imouthwash and people are now avoiding you. For every brush you do to your teeth, you would hear a whistle coming from your itoothbrush. The makers of itootbrush decided to put a whistling sound on the itoothbrush because no one in the world could whistle while brushing their teeth.
You leave you're house and see the street filled with people; cars are now obsolete. Everybody is now addicted to walking because the ishoes could produce different kinds of melody. The sound depends on the footfalls so the ishoes produces a unique sound for each user. Since the invention of the ishoes, people started to walk in a weird way. After listening to the sounds produced by the different ishoes, you start to walk and make a melody of your own.
And you hear the solo.
Then it fades away.
After rubbing your eyes and yawning for a couple of seconds, you go to the shower. Before taking a shower, you decide to do your own business. As you sit down on the itoilet's seat, Scream Aim Fire starts to play loudly; so loud that even your neighbors know someone's taking a shit. And for every plok sound that your crap makes when it makes contact with the water surface of your itoilet, you'd hear a plinky-plucky sound. After you're done making plinky-plucky music, you flush the itoilet and then it would say, "Thank you, come again!" (in Indian accent).
Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head would play as soon as you turn the knob of your ishower. And when you use your ishampoo/soap, you'd hear Tiny Bubbles. After taking a shower, you go to your room to change.
Then you hear the sound of interlude.
After drying yourself, you rummage through your drawer to look for a clean iunderwear. When you finally pick the one you like (fuschia is the new "in" color), you wear the iunderwear; then Dirty Little Secret starts to play. The iunderwear you're wearing has been used before but you say to yourself, "Ah fuck it. I'm already wearing the damn thing." So you just hit the snooze button. Then you start to put on your iclothes, which play I'm Too Sexy if they're too tight already.
You exit your room, prepared to go to school. But you decide to grab a quick bite first. You get some ifood and start to gobble it up. As you chew, Don't Hold Back plays inside your mouth. And when you're finally full, you take a moment to decide whether to brush your teeth. You know your breath could take down an elephant but you have an imouthwash anyway; it doesn't get rid of the smell but it plays First Breath After a Coma every time you breathe out; which is freaking awesome. You decide to brush your teeth. It's been almost a week since you last brushed your teeth; you've been relying too much on the imouthwash and people are now avoiding you. For every brush you do to your teeth, you would hear a whistle coming from your itoothbrush. The makers of itootbrush decided to put a whistling sound on the itoothbrush because no one in the world could whistle while brushing their teeth.
You leave you're house and see the street filled with people; cars are now obsolete. Everybody is now addicted to walking because the ishoes could produce different kinds of melody. The sound depends on the footfalls so the ishoes produces a unique sound for each user. Since the invention of the ishoes, people started to walk in a weird way. After listening to the sounds produced by the different ishoes, you start to walk and make a melody of your own.
And you hear the solo.
Then it fades away.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Going to the Loo: The Untold Story (A Fictional Biography)
(This is dedicated to Micah, Kaye, and of course, Loo)
Loo: noun, \'lu\, plural loos. British informal. TOILET.
I apologize for any stereotypes and racist statements made here. If you have any problems, take it to the loo.
Loo is from China because he is Chinese
He is Chinese because he came from Xavier
He came from Xavier because he is rich
He is rich because he has a credit card account
He has a credit card account because he needs it for online memberships
He is a member because he likes 2 girls and 1 cup
He likes 2 girls and 1 cup because he loves porn
He loves porn because he watches it while studying
He is studying because he is Loo
And Loo is from China
Loo: noun, \'lu\, plural loos. British informal. TOILET.
I apologize for any stereotypes and racist statements made here. If you have any problems, take it to the loo.
Loo is from China because he is Chinese
He is Chinese because he came from Xavier
He came from Xavier because he is rich
He is rich because he has a credit card account
He has a credit card account because he needs it for online memberships
He is a member because he likes 2 girls and 1 cup
He likes 2 girls and 1 cup because he loves porn
He loves porn because he watches it while studying
He is studying because he is Loo
And Loo is from China
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Fallen Angel
"Some believe him to be the last Antichrist who will trigger the rapture. Others call him a reluctant messenger. While others say he's just a freak of nature with wings, mutated by global warming. Whether he is any of these, or something else entirely; we know one thing's for sure: a winged person is now walking among us."
"He was once a normal teenager living a pretty much average life. That all ended when he discovered two white, feathery wings had sprouted on his back. He said it was no big deal to him; 'it was the other people, especially Christians, who made all the fuss about it.' Now, he gets constant text messages, instant messages, emails, and some even approach him asking for advice, miracles, or any paraphernalia touched by him. Someone even created a fan page for him, which gets a thousand hits per day. Everyone seems to be somewhat associated with the 'angel.' Luckily, we were able to get an exclusive interview from him. For the full details of the interview, turn to page -----"
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" cried a student as he massages the part on his back where the bottle had hit. "Dude, everyone would be able to read this article in a few days. This magazine would be in circulation in three days; no point in postponing the inevitable. So just let me read your interview in front of the whole class while you do whatever it is you're doing."
"I hate spoilers; they start rumors. Next thing you know, some idiot in the washroom would either exaggerate it or add some ridiculous detail to it." As the guy finished talking, he adjusted his feet, which was on the armrest of the chair beside him. Then as he yawned, he noticed the bottle he threw earlier. "Dude, throw that bottle out, will you."
"It was yours in the first place jerk; and I haven't received any apologies from you. I think that throw gave me a bruise," replied the student.
"How about this one?" said the guy as he flipped the student. "The last human contact the bottle had was with you. Ergo, the bottle is your property."
"What kind of twisted logic is that?" the student replied as he gave the guy an up-yours-sign. "It's your bottle, you throw it away."
"Rock, paper, scissors?" he asked in a very bored voice as he made a fist with his hand. Seeing the student just gave him a what-the-fuck-look, he stood up and said, "Fine, I'll do it. You owe me bastard. Next time, you carry my stuff for the whole day." Then he proceeded to throw out the empty bottle.
On the way to the trashcan, he felt all eyes turned to him. He was used to all the staring by now. But today, for some unknown reason, he was extremely irritable. As he approached the trashcan, he stopped suddenly then looked back. He noticed all students turned their heads away from him then hastily made up a fake conversation. He was sure they would stare at him again as soon as he turns his back on them. He sighed then approached the trashcan. The trashcan was overflowing with all kinds of junk so he had to squeeze the empty bottle for it to fit. He looked up and muttered, "sorry Mother Earth."
When he got back inside the classroom, he saw his friend reading the interview article to a huge crowd. He crept quietly toward them then snatched the magazine from the student who was so engrossed in his reading that he even made voices for the interviewer and the guy. "Sorry guys," he announced to the crowd, "that was just a preview. You'll see the main attraction in three days." He noticed the crowd slowly dispersed. Some of them looked very annoyed, some muttered "asshole", while some looked like they were ready to beat him up.
"Man, what is your problem? You're acting like a complete asshole. If you don't want anyone to know the contents of that interview, why did you agree to get interviewed in the first place?" asked the student, all humor gone from his face.
"Nothing;" replied the guy, "I just didn't get much sleep because of these fucking wings. I feel like a pregnant woman; except the nuisance is on my back and not on my belly."
"Have you considered having them cut?" asked the student, all look of annoyance miraculously disappeared.
"When I first got them" then as he finished saying the last word, he spread out his wings, "but the thought immediately left my mind as soon as I considered the possibility that I could fly."
"Can you?" whispered the student. Then he went closer to the guy, not able to hide the excitement of knowing a big secret.
"Of course not," he sneered. "Why do you think these wings annoy the fuck out of me? Then add those fanatics who wouldn't stop bugging me. Having a wings is a blast" he said sarcastically as he folded his wings. "Plus," he continued, "I don't know which shampoo to use; do I use bird shampoo or Clear, so my wings could scream out metro sexuality."
"I'm pretty sure god had a reason for giving you those wings" said the student as he sat down and got some gum from his bag. "Want some gum?" he offered.
The guy's eyes suddenly pierced the student. He was sick of hearing that one word, that word that killed a lot of people; in the past and even today. He didn't believe even before he got his wings, and there's no way in hell he would start believing now. He can't believe in some douchebag who's supposed to be benevolent but just sits and enjoys watching everyone kill each other for his sake. Then in the end, he would judge everyone; separating the faithful from the unfaithful. What kind of egocentric bastard would do that? The guy was about to open his mouth to start an argument when he suddenly realized. "If that asshole is truly up there, why should I give the bastard the satisfaction of an argument for his sake. He'd just be there enjoying every moment while two idiots are arguing about him." So the guy just picked up his bag and turned to the door.
"You were about to say something. And where the hell do you think you're going?" asked the student. "Our theology prof could pop in any moment now; he's usually late for only ten minutes - max. And it's only..." he continued as he checked the time, "eight minutes past the second bell. So that means our prof would be here in about two minutes."
"I don't think I'm in bullshit mode for today. I'm sick of Mr. bible-humper asking me if I found the light. Then he would go on with his never-ending monologue about how god is everywhere. I'm going home" said the guy as he walked towards the door. "Later dude" then he waved his hand.
Due to some weird angle and lighting, the wings of the guy looked jet black for a split second. Everyone in the room who where looking at him when he left noticed that. One of them, a very religious student, after seeing that immediately crossed himself. "He really is the Antichrist" he thought. While the student just thought, "That idiot should just have his wings dyed black. That way, his wings matches his philosophy in life."
As the guy was walking on the sidewalk, approaching the overpass, he saw from afar a car moving very fast; swerving left and right, trying to overtake all cars in front of it. Then as the guy was walking in the middle of the overpass, he heard a very loud crash; the sound of metal being crumpled. When he looked down, he saw the reckless car had collided with a mini van. The scene before his eyes was a complete wreck; he could even see some blood dripping from the car. "That fucking driver," the guy thought, "I hope he loses all his legs and eyes so he wouldn't be able to drive again." Then as he was about to resume his walk towards the jeepney terminal, he heard a little girl crying, asking for her mother. The girl was covered in blood and seemed disoriented. She was swaying as she walked; arms outstretched, hoping to find protection from her mother.
While some of the bystanders were now ogling at the crash site, some of the drivers behind the site were now starting to get flustered because of the building traffic. There was enough space for only one car to pass through. Then the guy saw one car tried to pass through the site; moving at a high speed, hoping no one would notice. But as the car was about to pass through, the little girl suddenly went towards the direction of the moving car. Her hands still outstretched, still crying out her mothers name. The guy, without thinking, immediately jumped from the overpass and went towards the little girl. Some of the spectators gasped as they saw him flying. But he didn't notice any of that, his only thought was to save the girl. Then, as the bumper of the moving car was about to hit the little girl, white feathery wings blocked the view of the moving car for a split second. Then came the sound of a very loud thud; and feathers began to rain on the site. The little girl was saved, but the guy died. The guy with wings was able to fly; even just for a couple of seconds. But it had cost him his life.
"He was once a normal teenager living a pretty much average life. That all ended when he discovered two white, feathery wings had sprouted on his back. He said it was no big deal to him; 'it was the other people, especially Christians, who made all the fuss about it.' Now, he gets constant text messages, instant messages, emails, and some even approach him asking for advice, miracles, or any paraphernalia touched by him. Someone even created a fan page for him, which gets a thousand hits per day. Everyone seems to be somewhat associated with the 'angel.' Luckily, we were able to get an exclusive interview from him. For the full details of the interview, turn to page -----"
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" cried a student as he massages the part on his back where the bottle had hit. "Dude, everyone would be able to read this article in a few days. This magazine would be in circulation in three days; no point in postponing the inevitable. So just let me read your interview in front of the whole class while you do whatever it is you're doing."
"I hate spoilers; they start rumors. Next thing you know, some idiot in the washroom would either exaggerate it or add some ridiculous detail to it." As the guy finished talking, he adjusted his feet, which was on the armrest of the chair beside him. Then as he yawned, he noticed the bottle he threw earlier. "Dude, throw that bottle out, will you."
"It was yours in the first place jerk; and I haven't received any apologies from you. I think that throw gave me a bruise," replied the student.
"How about this one?" said the guy as he flipped the student. "The last human contact the bottle had was with you. Ergo, the bottle is your property."
"What kind of twisted logic is that?" the student replied as he gave the guy an up-yours-sign. "It's your bottle, you throw it away."
"Rock, paper, scissors?" he asked in a very bored voice as he made a fist with his hand. Seeing the student just gave him a what-the-fuck-look, he stood up and said, "Fine, I'll do it. You owe me bastard. Next time, you carry my stuff for the whole day." Then he proceeded to throw out the empty bottle.
On the way to the trashcan, he felt all eyes turned to him. He was used to all the staring by now. But today, for some unknown reason, he was extremely irritable. As he approached the trashcan, he stopped suddenly then looked back. He noticed all students turned their heads away from him then hastily made up a fake conversation. He was sure they would stare at him again as soon as he turns his back on them. He sighed then approached the trashcan. The trashcan was overflowing with all kinds of junk so he had to squeeze the empty bottle for it to fit. He looked up and muttered, "sorry Mother Earth."
When he got back inside the classroom, he saw his friend reading the interview article to a huge crowd. He crept quietly toward them then snatched the magazine from the student who was so engrossed in his reading that he even made voices for the interviewer and the guy. "Sorry guys," he announced to the crowd, "that was just a preview. You'll see the main attraction in three days." He noticed the crowd slowly dispersed. Some of them looked very annoyed, some muttered "asshole", while some looked like they were ready to beat him up.
"Man, what is your problem? You're acting like a complete asshole. If you don't want anyone to know the contents of that interview, why did you agree to get interviewed in the first place?" asked the student, all humor gone from his face.
"Nothing;" replied the guy, "I just didn't get much sleep because of these fucking wings. I feel like a pregnant woman; except the nuisance is on my back and not on my belly."
"Have you considered having them cut?" asked the student, all look of annoyance miraculously disappeared.
"When I first got them" then as he finished saying the last word, he spread out his wings, "but the thought immediately left my mind as soon as I considered the possibility that I could fly."
"Can you?" whispered the student. Then he went closer to the guy, not able to hide the excitement of knowing a big secret.
"Of course not," he sneered. "Why do you think these wings annoy the fuck out of me? Then add those fanatics who wouldn't stop bugging me. Having a wings is a blast" he said sarcastically as he folded his wings. "Plus," he continued, "I don't know which shampoo to use; do I use bird shampoo or Clear, so my wings could scream out metro sexuality."
"I'm pretty sure god had a reason for giving you those wings" said the student as he sat down and got some gum from his bag. "Want some gum?" he offered.
The guy's eyes suddenly pierced the student. He was sick of hearing that one word, that word that killed a lot of people; in the past and even today. He didn't believe even before he got his wings, and there's no way in hell he would start believing now. He can't believe in some douchebag who's supposed to be benevolent but just sits and enjoys watching everyone kill each other for his sake. Then in the end, he would judge everyone; separating the faithful from the unfaithful. What kind of egocentric bastard would do that? The guy was about to open his mouth to start an argument when he suddenly realized. "If that asshole is truly up there, why should I give the bastard the satisfaction of an argument for his sake. He'd just be there enjoying every moment while two idiots are arguing about him." So the guy just picked up his bag and turned to the door.
"You were about to say something. And where the hell do you think you're going?" asked the student. "Our theology prof could pop in any moment now; he's usually late for only ten minutes - max. And it's only..." he continued as he checked the time, "eight minutes past the second bell. So that means our prof would be here in about two minutes."
"I don't think I'm in bullshit mode for today. I'm sick of Mr. bible-humper asking me if I found the light. Then he would go on with his never-ending monologue about how god is everywhere. I'm going home" said the guy as he walked towards the door. "Later dude" then he waved his hand.
Due to some weird angle and lighting, the wings of the guy looked jet black for a split second. Everyone in the room who where looking at him when he left noticed that. One of them, a very religious student, after seeing that immediately crossed himself. "He really is the Antichrist" he thought. While the student just thought, "That idiot should just have his wings dyed black. That way, his wings matches his philosophy in life."
As the guy was walking on the sidewalk, approaching the overpass, he saw from afar a car moving very fast; swerving left and right, trying to overtake all cars in front of it. Then as the guy was walking in the middle of the overpass, he heard a very loud crash; the sound of metal being crumpled. When he looked down, he saw the reckless car had collided with a mini van. The scene before his eyes was a complete wreck; he could even see some blood dripping from the car. "That fucking driver," the guy thought, "I hope he loses all his legs and eyes so he wouldn't be able to drive again." Then as he was about to resume his walk towards the jeepney terminal, he heard a little girl crying, asking for her mother. The girl was covered in blood and seemed disoriented. She was swaying as she walked; arms outstretched, hoping to find protection from her mother.
While some of the bystanders were now ogling at the crash site, some of the drivers behind the site were now starting to get flustered because of the building traffic. There was enough space for only one car to pass through. Then the guy saw one car tried to pass through the site; moving at a high speed, hoping no one would notice. But as the car was about to pass through, the little girl suddenly went towards the direction of the moving car. Her hands still outstretched, still crying out her mothers name. The guy, without thinking, immediately jumped from the overpass and went towards the little girl. Some of the spectators gasped as they saw him flying. But he didn't notice any of that, his only thought was to save the girl. Then, as the bumper of the moving car was about to hit the little girl, white feathery wings blocked the view of the moving car for a split second. Then came the sound of a very loud thud; and feathers began to rain on the site. The little girl was saved, but the guy died. The guy with wings was able to fly; even just for a couple of seconds. But it had cost him his life.
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