Schmanniversary

By July 16, 2008, this nightdreamer blog will be a year old. Is that significant?

No.

Aaaanyway, I’m making this entry my anniversary entry because I am no seer. Who knows, maybe by July 16 I’d be voted as the president of Taiwan and as such I’ll be permanently banned from ever blogging because of the flack all my entries might create. Hey, that’s not impossible, you know, and at least I don’t have a green card! Actually the only reason I can’t possibly write well on that date is that it’s a day before The Dark Knight shows, and by then I imagine the only words I can think of are “BATMAN ZOMGZ W00T LOLZ!!11!”

You think I’m bored? You think I keep posting because I have way too much time in my hands? Well sod off, you jealous kids!

Like all anniversary posts, let me ramp up the drama by saying I’ve never imagined I would’ve kept this blog this long (strike one!) and that I would like to thank my readers for offering intelligent commentary (strike two!) and that I have no regrets (strike three oh dear ND slash your wrist you theatrics whore!)

And that’s it, I’ve nothing more to say. Time to go out and stare at women’s faces and tell them they’ve got boogers sticking out of their noses. 

A View from the Top

I work above the 20^th floor of a building, and since this is much higher than ground, it’s not surprising that I can see the sky (outside the window) without needing to look up. 

I haven’t seen a blue morning sky for a long time now, as when June began the sky has become covered all over with clouds. We are having a rainy season, and that’s why Ortigas, Pasig City - as can be viewed outside - looks like it is covered with steams. And by how, I love this sight! With clouds obstructing the skyline, Ortigas doesn’t appear warm; it appears detached. I get reminded of film noirs, where cities are as smoky as jazz bars and as gray as its denizen’s moral ambiguity. I can then fancy myself as the city’s vigilante, leaping from building to building, walking stealthily from one dank alley to another, extracting information from moles, driving Cadillac, saving damsels, and fighting criminals until I die. 

Alas, I am not equipped with fedoras, trenchcoats, handcuffs and handguns. I do not have a private quarter where I can write typewritten investigatory reports, and I do not like going to bars to drink cheap boozes or going to cheap motels to sleep with sympathetic prostitutes. All I can do is to make this sleuthing fantasy stay a fantasy, but then again, aren’t most fictions products of Walter Mittys? 

So I’ll just go ahead and call Ortigas, Pasig City “Steam City”, and then give myself a cool alias like “Nightwalker”. Occupation: private eye. I’ll dig up your dirt. 

Pardon my boredom with my humdrum life.