How Do You Survive A Break-Up?

Well, you don't.

It's a slugfest. Unless you jump to another warm body hurled in your way by the cosmos, you don't get a chance to emerge from this unscathed.

I have no idea how I did it the last time. When you've invested so much time and, gah, emotions to that person (and will eventually take them all away into the pits of lovelessness and nonexistence), you've nothing left for youself. i know, it's wrong to do that, given the volatile nature of our relationship (not to mention its, uh, unconventionality) but you're there and it's all you've got.

With all the mixtapes, book swapping, and movie marathons, no amount of Death-Cab-Emoness of epic proportions can take it away, all you'd have to do is cope with that dark, deep chasm called LONELINESS.

It's that or you'll want to disappear completely.

Feasts for October

The first time I saw this book at NBS Trinoma, I fell in love. Back then, I was a big H.P. Lovecraft geek. I've been a horror geek since I was a kid (trivia: my first 'book' was Stephen King's Christine) but I was in college when I discovered H.P. Lovecraft (flirted with scifi and secondary worlds during my HS years, when I was in elementary, I dug John Saul and Michael Crichton).

I remeber Joey Nacino's Insomnia being a Lovecraftian yarn set in the PI. I remember my first short story in years, which had a heavy Lovecraftian texture. I remember Boodie and I swimming in low-tech goo during our Lovecraft movies marathon (Evil Dead included!).

But then I focused on my work, on Pao. I barely had time to read. My interest in Lovecraft diminished, eclipsed.

October. The Call of Cthulu's beckoning. Keep the doors shut and grab a flashlight. Find a safe spot, open The Book and prepare yourself.