Saturday! Sunday!

Saturday and Sunday: It’s past ten-thirty in the morning and I am still in bed. Know why? Because I wanted to make up for all those times I had to wake up at past four in the morning from Monday all the way to Friday. And so I sleep in during weekends. (Unless I made plans with friends on weekends and they involve me getting up early. But I weasel my way out of this by always suggesting we meet after lunch.)

It used to be that for me, weekends meant parties and hitting random places where I could laugh and talk and drink with my friends. All right, that’s not truth in its entirety. So I used to spend weekends downing drinks, wherever. But now? Now that I have broken up with Vodka & Friends? Weekends mean any of these:

  • stay holed up at home having a DVD marathon or catching up on my reading
  • running errands with my mother
  • hanging out at random places (alcohol is replaced by scrambles, donuts, pizzas, etc.)

I think I must be getting old but I reckon this refusal for alcohol is rooted to one particular heartbreak. Drinking reminds me of him. Ergo, chuck away drinking in my list. Does that make sense? It’s okay if it doesn’t. Heck, it doesn’t make sense to me half the time.

I spent this particular weekend on three things:

Tate Langdon goes for blood in "American Horror Story"
Tate goes for blood in "American Horror Story"

Finally finished “American Horror Story” and it has gotten vicious, more intense and more interesting towards the end. Gotta love it! And can I just say that the characters there are totally sick? But the most interesting one for me is Tate. I mean, talk about wolf in a sheep’s clothing. Talk about the devil in disguise. I had to pinch myself at times just so I would not be sucked into his oddly charming, lost little boy persona and actually think he is actually a nice guy who just got lost along the way.

Stephanie Plum novels
Truly laugh out loud moments in ALL of the books in this series.

Got hooked on the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich. This series is just full of quirky, interesting and lovable characters who made me laugh out loud more times than I could count. At one point, both my parents even asked why I was laughing and I just pointed to the book in my hand.

Sleeping in during weekends is awesome!

And of course, I slept for hours and hours and hours. I was almost disappointed that Prince Charming hasn’t kissed me awake yet. I mean, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Dude, you gotta speed up.

image sources: Tate/”American Horror Story”, Stephanie Plum novels, Sleeping Beauty


I Know, But…

I am in love.


But it has nothing to do with a person. It has something to do with this TV show that I have recently been hooked into.

Not your ordinary fairy tales.

Yes, this is the “Grimm” TV series which kicked off last year. It reminded a little (just a little) of “Supernatural.” What fascinated me about this one is that they gave something else to the term “fairy tales.”

Nick researching
The lead character, Nick, researching on his current supernatural enemy.

The story started when Nick, a cop, discovers he is the last in the line of Grimms. Know all those fairy tales you read about, written by the brothers Grimm? It turns out that those aren’t merely fairy tales at all but documentations of all the supernatural forces they have encountered over the years. And this cop Nick is the last in the line of descendants. And there the story unravels.

Grimm tree creature
Hello, supernatural creature!

He encounters different creatures. Yes, there’s the Big Bad Wolf, the Three Little Pigs and others more. But the first scary one I saw in the first episode? This:

Grimm - girl zombie
Holy crap. This scared me!

This one was too reminiscent of those… things I saw in the horror movie from way back, “The Exorcism of Emily Rose.” And needless to say, that movie scared the crap out of me. Here is another screen capture, just because I want to scare myself even more:

Grimm - girl zombie nurse
What if your nurse looked like this one???

I think the show is good mainly because the pacing is enough to keep you on edge and the twists just keep you guessing. Also, it doesn’t hurt that Nick is HAWT.

Grimm - Nick pointing a gun
If Nick points a gun at me, I would be smiling & feeling lucky. Too hot to handle, this guy is.

And I like how efficient the tandem is. Cops Nick and Hank? Funny, reliable, alert, solid as rocks, and witty as hell. What’s not to love about them?

Grimm - Hank & Nick
Cop buddies, Nick & Hank, can handle any case with humor and efficiency. Plus points for them!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m in love. I’m in love with this show. I owe my brother for telling me about this one but when I told him about my gratefulness, he said to me, “What are you talking about? I never mentioned to you this ‘Grimm’ TV series. I meant the movie! You got the wrong Grimm reference!” Okay. So I did get my hands on the wrong Grimm but hey. That error was destined to fill my weekends, to make me look forward to kicking back and relaxing on a weekend night, totally glued to the TV.

P.S. Watch out for another character, a reformed wolf named Eddie Monroe. He is funny and adorable and I think he has OCD.

Grimm - Eddie Monroe (Big Bad Wolf)
The reformed Big Bad Wolf (a.k.a. The Clockmaker).

Image sources: “Grimm” poster, Monroe in wolf form, Monroe in human form, “Grimm” photos

Trending in My Annachronous World

Since I broke up quite recently with Vodka and Vodka’s Friends (those other Hard Drinks), I have been holing up at home during the weekend nights armed with good TV shows and the omnipresent junk food. And so without meandering straight into the innocuous arms of senselessness, here are the two TV shows which recently moved in and took up space in my heart and mind:

American Horror Story
"American Horror Story"

“American Horror Story” – To be honest, the first episode, although haunting and creepy and mysterious, just did not sit well with me. I thought there were too much scenes that weren’t really needed. It wasn’t until I caught up with episode 2 a few weeks ago that I began to gain interest. Clearly, the history of the house and the people who lived there before the Harmons struck the match and lit my interest. Each of the telling and re-telling of the stories of the inhabitants of the so-called murder house is rich with creepiness which sets you on edge and keeps you guessing and thinking. The dark tone of the series is well executed too.

"Modern Family"
"Modern Family"

“Modern Family” – I haven’t really paid much attention to this one until one of my bosses mentioned it. Curious to see if it was as good as I heard, I watched an episode. And found out that I actually like it. It’s hilarious and quirky and it really does hit home when they tackle family issues like accepting a new member of the family, starting a new family, being a wife/mother or husband/son-in-law. My favorite character? I cannot decide. All of them are lovable!

Done with the TV series that are currently keeping my interest, I here are two more books that I want to grab a copy of and read:

"Einstein's Dream"
"Einstein's Dream"

 At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people, but different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.”  – Alan Lightman, “Einstein’s Dreams”

“Einstein’s Dream” – Tackling the interesting subject of time and space, this book is not the usual when it comes to discussing the theory of relativity. I read snippets of this book and immediately fell in love with the way the words were strung together and the resonance it had. Poetic and haunting and unique, this is one of those books that you cannot help but read and read over and over again.

"American Gods"
"American Gods"

I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. -Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”

“American Gods” – Neil Gaiman has been one of my favorites ever since a great friend of mine (Hi, Jam!) shoved into my hands a copy of “The Sandman” comic book series during my college days. And when I read “Neverwhere” I totally fell for him, hook, line and sinker. I have yet to buy more of his books but so far, the ones I have read never did disappoint me. Clearly, “American Gods” should be included in my To Read list. My dad likes to state that he is not a fan of Neil Gaiman but he still reads and re-reads the books I have of him. Very funny, dad. Who are you kidding?

* image sources: American Horror Story, Modern Family, Einstein’s Dream & American Gods

Introduction to Horror by Edgar Allan Poe

I have been reading books ever since I could remember. It seems to me that the moment I knew how to string together a couple of words and make sense of sentences and paragraphs, I could not stop myself. I couldn’t help it. I had to read, whether they were snippets from the encyclopedia or a pocketbook like Sweet Valley Kids. But one random plucking of a random book from its shelf in my school library changed me.

I was in fourth grade, maybe fifth, and being in the library made me feel like the sun is shining brightly down on me and the birds are chirping away merrily in the background. It was just such a happy feeling, raw and innocent and simple.

Until I chanced  upon a copy of this book, which was a compilation of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. Intrigued by the artwork on the cover of the book (which I had forgotten by now, really), I curiously and eagerly opened it. After devouring the content of the book, two stories struck me: The Tell-Tale Heart and The Cask of Amontillado. It was a momentous event in my life. I guess you could say that I could hold Edgar Allan Poe responsible for my penchant for horror stories.

The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart
"Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story."

“TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture – a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually – I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever…”

The Cask of Amontillado

The Cask of Amontillado
"I must not only punish, but punish with impunity."

“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length, I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled — but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation…”


When my dad learned about this years and years later, this was all he had to say to me: “You read Edgar Allan Poe at age 11 or 10?” Pause. Then he said, “It’s not something you should read at that age.” I could only shrug. Once you’ve read a book, you can’t just flush it out of your brain.

image sources: The Tell-Tale Heart, The Cask of Amontillado

Maybe Next Time

I took a walk outside a couple of minutes ago. The air was brisk and cool and I loved it. It made me want to walk even more.

Walking along the streets where I live reminded me so much of all the years I’ve spent growing up and growing old in pretty much the same place. It’s amazing how doing something you’ve always done can still make you feel renewed.

But now I’m here inside the house, clad in my pajamas and old gray shirt, feet bare and eyes somewhat drooping close. I still have work at nine in the morning tomorrow. And once in the office, I need to focus on staying awake (somehow, it’s not that different when you’re in a party and there’s drinking and eating and at the end, you try so hard on making it home alive).

I was supposed to blog about another list I have, one I came up with while taking that beautiful, delicious brisk walk on the wide streets where I live. It’s a list of my 2012 issues — slight OCD, the penchant for notebooks, this fixation with all things horror, love life (or whatever is left of it), how people come to me just to talk when they have problems (apparently I should’ve taken been a psychiatrist and I missed my calling in life), the many secrets I hold just to save some people’s faces, et cetera.

They are just random things that screeched and halted and went ahead and held one big street party inside my head. And I was supposed to lay them down in one neat little list. Instead, I talked about walking, about my pajamas and shirt and isn’t this just nuts? I am talking non-sequitur here. It’s best I come back another time and day. But before I do, let me throw in here this short prose I came up with while inside one of the many restrooms of Mall of Asia during my lunch break:

Drip, Drop
Ever felt this? You're alone in the restroom but you don't FEEL alone. Not at all...

She had known the difference between red and green at an early age. Red meant someone’s inside. Green meant it’s vacant and you can come in.

As she walked along the rows and rows of bathroom stalls on either side, something struck her as odd. On all the bathroom doors, the sliding latches were green. And yet… yet she did not feel alone. And what’s even more odd… what’s even more odd was how each and every door she touched and pushed (it did indicate vacant, didn’t it?) was met with a force that pushed the door right back at her. But it was the afternoon and the lights overhead were bright. She wasn’t scared. Not at all. She found it odd, yes, but not scary enough to send her running out of that weird restroom.

Last door to her left. It indicated green. Her pale fingers, delicate looking, planted themselves on that door. And then gave a light push. There it was, that feeling that someone (something?) was on the other side of the door. She pushed again, a bit harder this time. Still the door would not budge. She stepped closer, so that now her fragile-looking body was fully facing the door. She sucked in her breath and she did not even realize it. Another push, with more force now. The door rattled on its hinges, but not because she pushed it. Rather, because someone (something!) had slammed it back at her.

“Someone’s here!” A voice hissed from behind the door, a harsh whisper from the other side of that door. Just a whisper and yet filled with so much venom, too much hate. It sounded like it came from an old woman, with her throat parched and scratched dry.

She gasped, stepped back and gaped at the door in horror. She could not move. Her eyes fell on the gap between the floor and the door. No feet. She couldn’t see any feet. Her body grew cold and goosebumps dotted every pore. Her head felt too large for her; she felt like she was floating. That thing, that creature, it could see through the door. It could see her.

The lights in the bathroom suddenly flickered. She muffled a shriek and her feet finally unhinged themselves from that spot…

* image source: ThoseCameraCurls