2/28/2023 ‒
Write something, without having to write something

All right, I gave in. I need to write a fourth entry. I haven't got anything else ready to go. Also, I felt what I'm about to do would make for a good resolution to this accidental storyline I've made on here - only for my own amusement, because nobody is definitely reading this, now that I haven't promoted this thing's existence anywhere since the interregnum.

I asked ChatGPT to write something.

Kind of.

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2/27/2023 ‒
Write something, part three

Once again, I had something, but then, I had nothing. I couldn't put it down. I had a title, an outline, and yet, I couldn't put it down.

It's kind of counterintuitive, planning to write things on a certain date once you've solidified most of everything, but that was my plan today. But then, my mood went south. That, or it felt like my heart wanted to burst out of my chest for no particular reason. I mean, I woke up feeling all right and all that. Next thing I know, my blood pressure is unusually high and I had to skip coffee.

And then, you know, work.

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2/21/2023 ‒
Write something, part two

I've said this before: I don't usually remember my dreams, not even the recurring ones. In a few instances, I remember them vaguely. In even fewer instances, I remember them well enough to write about them here.

It says something that I'm writing about not one, but two dreams this time. Well, one of those things is that I really need to write something here because I still have that four-entry thing for some reason.

The first one involves me being a student at the Ateneo. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I know some people who studied there, or more specifically, people who work there? But I have never set foot in the campus. The closest I have been is when I drive past its gates along Katipunan. I suppose it makes sense that the dream isn't set in a place that's identifiably Ateneo. It's just a generic classroom, with the only indicator of my characterization being my dialogue ("sa Ateneo ako nag-aaral!") and the fact that in the same dream is Ale wearing an Ateneo jacket.

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2/20/2023 ‒
Write something, part one

My gut tells me I should write something.

But now isn't the best time. I woke up with a headache that a paracetamol couldn't make go away. It's the sort that starts from the back of your head and just keeps on pressing forward. My eyes feel like bulging.

Also, where do I start? As always, I have scraps of paragraphs and half-baked thoughts littering both my head and my notebook. At least two of them, I can conceivably start writing down here, but frankly, they're still missing that one thing that would tie everything all together.

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