Cathedral

The man stood outside the majestic building and stared in awe. The great cathedral had been built years ago and had grown over the years in this great urban landscape. Windowless, it encompassed his view. Spanning more than two kilometers, he thought it to be the largest building in the city, possible the world. Gray and imposing, it stood as a monument to all the Gods that resided there

It had five levels, with a multitude of stairs (moving and non-moving) and elevators. The entire cathedral hummed nonstop, filled with bells, voices, blaring guitars, electric appliances whose functions produced various levels of noise and many more.

It was a place of wonder, a place of fulfillment, of Gods, Gods among mortal men.

The door hissed shut behind him, offering him a view of the interior. Various sights and sounds assailed him, confusing him, inebriating him, taking him. The chants of the vast multitude reached into his core, satisfying man’s primal urge, something that only men could desire.

Different languages were spoken there. English, German, French, Filipino, Japanese, Arabic, Chinese (in various dialects) or various combinations of the multitudes of languages present today and some still to be invented tomorrow. Supplicant could barely understand the things being said, for the speaking of languages had become butchered, Grammar would’ve cringed at the things she heard in that place.

He passed by the God of Eukanuba, running tirelessly in Its wheel inside a cage made of purest gold. Various paraphernalia hung outside its gilded surface, water bottles, pellet dispensers and other things that whirled and turned. As the God ran, the little wheel spun along with him, negating his progress. Supplicant, for that was his name, supposed that the God’s actions, no matter how pointless it seemed to himself, was some form of entertainment to Eukanuba’s followers. He went on.

He took a brief moment’s rest in front of the God of Box Office Hits, savoring the exploits of an Eskimo trying to get a snow flake across the great Arabian Desert while being hindered by a multitude of Genies, Djinns and men in metal helicopters dropping chocolate grasshoppers. A mixture of pointless human drama, intense action scenes, a random sex scene and a generous amount of special effects ensured its success during the release. He went on.

He passed the God of Small Trinkets and Angel Figurines without a thought, neglecting the beautiful glass angels that sang and danced along the small window of the God’s humble storefront inside the great and humongous cathedral. There was no humanity in such a God who peddled perfection in small glass packets. He went on.

Inevitably, Supplicant reached his God’s personal niche in the cathedral. His God never took cash, only tokens dutifully supplied by His high priestess. He bought his tokens supplied by the high priestess, a lady inside a plastic booth wearing a candy-annoying-green vest with a plastic visor on top of her combed hair. She had a strip of plastic pinned on it with the phrase ‘Hi, I’m Employee!’ She was wearing a lot of make-up, as is the tradition among the high priestesses inside the cathedral. He handed over some cash, got his change and his tokens.

Reverently, he walked over to his God who was displaying some men and women fighting enthusiastically. In a few moments, Supplicant would manipulate one of these men or women. He handed over one token to his God and proceeded to commune with him, losing himself in the exhilarating high of the moment, connecting with his God.

Supplicant’s God respected skill and power. The more you had of these, the more time you could spend with your God. Tokens also bought you time with Him, clinking coins embossed with a powerful pattern of runes and letters, meaningless to the ordinary man.

Inevitably, Supplicant ran out of time and tokens. He could no longer afford an audience with his God. Sighing, he stood up and left, past the plastic booth, through the cathedral filled with various mystical Gods who flaunted all their power and beauty to these mortals, Gods who, for a price, could be the servants of these mortals. Finally, he reached the outside, leaving behind the dancing lights and wall of sound.

We sometimes try...

I finally learned my lesson. Money DOES make the world go 'round. It hurts. It DOES.

Here I am, this pessimistic kid who thinks that if I give up myself, I can save others. But no, it just doesn't work that way. To help others you need MONEY. MONEY PEOPLE!!! You need to help YOURSELF to help others. I just don't get the logic. And damn my messianic complex, I do have it, even if it's covered up by all my depression and attempts at indiferrence.

It's so fucking wierd. I never imagined myself to actually WANT to help others. I even ridicule those people who fervently believe in "serve God, serve others" bullshit. Buyt I fell into the same mold and it continually frustrates me. I try not to give a damn, but I DO! And I halved the motto. It's just serve others.

In grade school, I actually thought it easier to love God than love others, now I find the opposite extremely and horribly true.

I hate this cycle.

Bumaba... ka sa bundok.

Finished with our class retreat. I have to say, it was life-changing. I saw my classmates in a new light and I felt guilty because of my preconceptions about them... I won't go into detail since other classes will still have the retreat.

Watched Spiderman 2 today. I have to say, it is THE movie of the year. I was touched by one line. "You can't go on pretending to be cruel when you're really good." It wasn't a major line, it was just a line from the play of Mary Jane Watson, but it struck me because my classmate told me: "You can't be an asshole, you're too good. So stop pretending to be one."

Music: officially missing you...

I'm vindicated and I'm cleaning up so well...

I don't know what's going on anymore. I have tried to reinvent myself. I am now a jerk, a useless one at that. Mow I'm going to try and change myself... I don't know what will happen to me, but I'll do my best to re-capture my old self...

Hey, to all my friends... I'm going to a retreat on July 2-4. Please send some palancas to kyreii_erik@yahoo.com

Nilalagnat, lumilipad sa init ng hininga...

Sigh... absent for two days because of extreme fever. Yung tipong hindi mo na maramdaman yung mga daliri mo sa sobrang high mo na sa lagnat. Ganun siguro pag suminghot ka ng drugs. Nagigising lang ako every four hours para uminom ng Tempra (c). Grabe, napuno yung thermometer ng mercury. Kung pwede lang ata mangyari ay pumutok na ang butso nito sa sobrang init... Ngayon lng ako nkagamit ng internet dahil sa kapatid kong makulit, laging nasa frindster...

At least nakapahinga ako kahit papano. Hindi nga lang ako nakapunta sa meeting ng hilites kanina, pero OK lang naman siguro yun, art editor lang naman ako e. Di naman masyado importante yun sa magazine e. Mas importante yung phot editor namin na matagal nang nag-AWOL.

brassbuddhaThis is the blog of Andrew Drilon, my old hilites art editor who is now becoming a big name in the indy comic industry here in the philippines. My IDOL. His stories will knock your socks off, while his simple art actually complements the elements of his story... go visit.

Anthem of our dying day by the story of the year

I find this song strangely comforting in this nice cold weather. I feel sedated yet brimming with energy when I wake up and it is raining. I think I survive on depression...

The PC IS WORKING!!!

Whoopee!!! the desktop is working. Lost ALL MY FILES though. Sayang. That includes all my music, my art, YM, MIRC... downloading YM and mirc right now... but at least it's faster... until we fill it up with new stuff.

Hahaha...

Ambulansya...

This is kind of a twisted song. I'm surprised since rivermaya made it, but, well, here are the lyrics...

Sigh...

Going to ateneo today to give the logistics commander of hilites the design for our t-shirt. He gave me what to draw and I did it well if I may say so myself...

And I've waited all my life for this...

One word can encapsulate all my emotions today. Ennui.

I have been bumming around lately. Lazing around, drawing... you know, the usual stuff eleazar does to pass the time... :p

Feeling overly sentimental... I don't know if that's good or bad, but, as of now, I like the feeling, I even kind of enjoy it. It's a pleasant buzzing at the back of my head. I always experience this 'high' after a party. It can last for hours or days, depending on how much fun I had. It's one of the things that break my cyclic depression.

I heard this song a while back, I've always wondered what song it was... now I know. Arms bent back by arms of automation. 'When a fool begins to explain his love...' and 'I've waited all my life for this...' Very emo-punk, gets my emotions all excited. Punctuated by a slight amount of raw lungs screaming mindlessly (which I so love in emo-punk), it's my song of the day, week, month even. Coming in at a close second is "everybody hurts" by the corrs. (it's the one in the powerpuff girls commercial.

Ah, well, I hope I shall have more things to write about and less time to write them sometime soon... Ennui.

I have been waiting for you all night under the glo of this sattlite...

The morning after Aziel's birthday party. I always wake up early after parties. I can't believe myself, I didn't touch any alcoholic drinks all night. :p It was a kind of mellow party, but I liked the food. There was tiramisu, chocolate cake, fried lumpia, buco pandan, cheese logs (they can't be called sticks...), drumsticks, crackers, etc... and I liked the punch as well...

Aziel sure was beautiful that night. :p Anyway, 'highlights' of the party. Tirona fell slep on the couch. A cellphone fell into the pool, and I whacked my ass on the gutter trying to get it out. Umm... La Salle guy breakdancing?

Not much happening right now...

This is not a test, of the emergency broadcast system...

For some reason, when I shut this place down, I always find myself going back to it. I just miss this text box where I type my entries. Even IF my guestbook is full of porno links, I still have entries in it that I wouldn't want deleted. Even if very few people visit this BLOG, I just find satisfaction in the fact that I have put my thoughts and feelings online. That I'm alive. Even if I could probably do the same for deviantart anyway, I still want it here. Why?

I really don't know...

Oh yes, I have added some links. I'll add more when I remember them. :p

Yeah...

Raven's flight

A date

Concert!!!

Do you want to Penetrate me? Or is it is I who have penetrated you...

Unfinished...

Prom dates and Such...