A brief hiatus

Hello all, just writing in to let you guys know I’ll be on a short blogging break for about 3 weeks. Reason being: I’m working at the Big Bad Wolf Sale taking place from 4th – 14th December, so I’ll be tied up at work. Doing 12 hour shifts is probably going to drain me, so I decided that I’ll take a break from blogging until the event is over. This will also give me a chance to fill my mind with ideas of things to write about.

In other news, I’ve got something to announce – I’ll be organizing my second gig ever – Gig #93 which will be happening at Barlai on the 18th of December. It’s my favorite coffee place, so I couldn’t be happier to have a gig elsewhere. Anyway – more details will be released in the coming weeks.

Just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown

Despite having such a common name, Jim was amused that the cashier got it right. J-I-M she had scribbled onto his cup. This was probably the first time he experienced a coffee place getting his name right on the first try.

“Is that all?” she asked him with a cute smile that was accentuated by her slightly crooked teeth.
“Uh, yes.” he replied, trying hard not to blush.
“I was kidding, you’ve ordered plenty for one person,” she said. “This is all for you, right?”

How the hell did you know? He looked down at his tray. Two sandwiches, two donuts, two cookies, a bag of crisps and a slice of cheese cake. He had to collect his coffee from the other counter. He smiled sheepishly. Oh.

“Yeah, you got me.”
“On Christmas eve? Hope you’re not planning to hibernate or anything,” she asked.
“You’re real funny, you know that?”
“You’re real cute.”

It’s been a while since Jim experienced being hit on. Especially by a girl this attractive. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to tell her that he was feeling down. However, Jim couldn’t contain his sadness and began tearing up instead of responding to her compliment with words.

The cashier noticed and said, “please don’t cry! I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No, you didn’t! It’s not your fault!” he replied as his eyeballs were sweating and the sobs began.
“My friends always told me I was too forward. This is why I spend every Christmas alone. Netflix and chill. By myself. Fuck, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Jim started to laugh in between his sobs. “I’m just going through a miserable patch in my life right now.”

She passed him some serviettes. “Here, please wipe your tears. You look ugly when you cry.”

“Thanks,” he replied. He wiped his eyes and looked at the cashier.
“This is the part where you ask me out,” she leaned in and whispered.
“Oh. What time do you get off work today?”
“Depends on what time you want to get me off,” she replied.
“Depends on what time you want to pick me up,” she said a little louder.
“Oh, I misheard.. never mind. Let’s go out for dinner tonight. So we won’t have to spend Christmas alone.”
“You mean it?”
“Yeah, you can write your number on my cup.”
“Do you still want all this?” she motioned to all the food on the tray in front of her.

He laughed. “You can give it to your staff. It’s on me. I’ll just grab my coffee. I need it. See you at six?”
“Be sharp, I don’t want to have to stay here any longer than I have to! And please put on a shirt you didn’t sleep in.”
“You’re pretty demanding.”
She winked at him. “See you later, Jim.”
He smiled, turned and exited the café, waving at her through the glass as he walked out onto the snowy road.

Video games don’t make murderers

I think video games get way too much flak for being negative influences on people. When there’s someone who shoots up a school? “I bet he plays Doom/Quake/Call Of Duty.” Kid runs over someone? “I bet he plays GTA.” Kid lands a plane? “I bet he plays flight simulator.

It’s like saying, “this guy used Facebook and killed people. Facebook must be a negative influence on him!” It’s stupid. Playing video games isn’t some top-secret, super-underground pastime for social recluses. Everybody plays video games these days. Even athletes like Jeremy Lin have professed their love for gaming. It’s become part of mainstream culture for some time now.

Non-criminals play video games too. I play ultra-violent video games and I enjoy them. But I haven’t shot up a school, and neither have I any intentions to.

If a video game can convince someone to shoot up a school, they’ve probably had a few screws in their head loose to begin with and would’ve been convinced to do it by anything or anyone. Voices in their head, something they saw on TV, a passage from a book they read or just dares from their peers – it doesn’t matter what gave them the ‘instructions’ – they would have done it regardless.

However, I do believe that video games, like any other pastime or hobby can be detrimental to a person’s life if they become addicted to it and let it overtake them. This can be said about other activities like smoking, bingeing, doing drugs and so on. The only difference is that, it’s easier to obtain video games than the former. And video games usually aren’t illegal. Maybe that’s why we hear so much about them.

Why don’t we ever read news about successful town planners were driven to become one because of their love for Sim City, or successful doctors who were inspired by Surgeon Simulator or Theme Hospital? I’m sure there are some of those people who exist somewhere.


It was happening. I couldn’t believe it. Just like the crazy guy down the street predicted. The world was going to end. What was that word those young kids use these days? Apothecary? Apollo? Oh wait, apocalypse. Heh. The name of one of my favorite comic characters. I remember reading X-Men comics as a kid. Those were good times. I enjoyed watching the TV show as well. Gambit’s voice actor was great. After watching the cartoon, I always heard his voice read his lines when reading the comics. That distinctive southern drawl (even though at that time, I didn’t know where he was from) was what drew me to him. And his red iris and black sclera. Oh, and his chill attitude. He was cool. I always wondered why he was never more popular. He and his fancy card tricks. Like Tyler, my old buddy. He was great at card tricks. I remember going over to his house while he was still learning, and he’d amaze me by doing crazy shit like making a card stick on the opposite side of a glass door. We’d spend so much time together, just hanging out. If we weren’t chilling at home, we’d be out looking for the best cup of coffee. I can’t remember how many different cafés we tried. But he never agreed with me on what a good cup of coffee should taste like. That didn’t matter. The best friends are the ones who complement you right? They don’t have to agree with everything you say. I liked good coffee, and he liked the shitty ones. God bless his soul. It’s been awhile since I paid him a visit, but I guess we’ll see each other soon enough. And a whole lot of other people. It’s going to be one big congregation up there. Or down there. I always knew I’d be going to hell. After all, I had no restraint when it came to jokes and making fun of things. The more offensive, the better. I guess I was just apathetic by nature and never really learned how to empathize. A flaw. One of my many. Too many to think about, but it’s okay, I no longer have to worry about it. The drinking, the smoking, the chronic masturbation – all of that isn’t going to matter where I’m going. Or when I cease to exist. Which is it? I’ll find out soon enough.


I turned towards the sound and was surprised to see my wife standing at the doorway.

“Are you lost in your thoughts again? Why are you still sitting on the toilet?”

Confused, I pinched the bridge of my nose, blinked and looked at my wife again.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. We’re all going to die today anyway. I didn’t take my meds either,” she laughed.
“You’re going to die today. I’m going to die today. In any case – it was nice knowing you.”

I nodded and managed a smile.

“I love you.”


Writing Prompt from Reddit: Take some dice – just whatever you have lying around. Roll them all and add up the total. Your character is that old when the apocalypse occurs. (I rolled two dice twice to get two digits: 6 and 7 for 67)

Blacker than Black

Never thought I’d blog about a Kickstarter here, but since I’ve been running out of words these days, I thought it’d be a nice change of pace. What I’d like to share about today is the Viperblack.

I came across this project while browsing through my Twitter feed when it caught my eye. “The first blacker than black t-shirt.” Now you must be wondering, what the hell is that supposed to be? You’re right, which is why I clicked on the link.

Anyway, these folks in Germany figured out a way to come up with a T-shirt which is ultra black in color. While it’s not the darkest material ever created (that title belongs to carbon nanotubes – which are apparently not suitable for skin), it’s supposedly pretty damn close. Now I’m not one to ask why anybody would want such a thing (I smoke – why the hell would anyone do that? I know right?!) but because the Kickstarter has been successfully funded, we know that people do want ultra black T-shirts.

So here I am, trying to think of reasons why people would wear a shirt like this. The best reason I can think of is to have a conversation opener at gatherings (did you know the shirt I’m wearing is blacker than your t-shirt?). Maybe it could be used to revive ninjas (they’d need to fashion shoes and pants with the same material though – it would look weird if they were in different shades of black). Then again, who says they need to be revived? They could be around and just really good at hiding.

Cyclists will avoid this unless they intend to get hit by motorists. I have a wardrobe full of black T-shirts so I don’t need another one. Maybe it’s good for people who live in cold countries? Maybe one day when ultra black shirts become common, I’ll find out.