http://ayen.blogdrive.com/ boulevard avenue Thu, 17 Aug 2006 00:40:03 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. Writing Reading Humor http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/302.html Wed, 16 Aug 2006 16:37:55 GMT We're in the process of moving to this neat place. http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=302 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/301.html Mon, 07 Aug 2006 05:24:11 GMT We locked ourselves in this morning. The frontdoor lock died on us. The knob from the inside turns this way and that, but the door wouldn't budge. Dumar toyed with the lock this morning, the silver-finish one that I bought yesterday, because we had foreseen that that lock was giving in, which it did this morning, the moment Dumar touched it. Dumar is our boarder-turned-little-brother, only that he's taller than Anne and I combined. (Last night he couldn't get in and had to give me some missed calls. He was at the front door and his key was useless.) While my wife cleaned the sala, which had a... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=301 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/300.html Sun, 06 Aug 2006 16:37:55 GMT Day six of life after we kicked out the maid. What is it, what is it that my wife and I keep doing recently? Oh chores. Wait. My back is telling me something. Oh, that it hurts. Househelp, I tell you, needs to be replaced, like used-up batteries, every so often. Every three months would be good. Polite and effortful they come to you. Then the weeks go by and their annoying habits and ways of taking over your lives begin to surface. And you want to kill them. They want to squeeze every little thing out of their stay in your house--food, television, salary advances, time off, more food,... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=300 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/299.html Sat, 05 Aug 2006 06:41:55 GMT I've asked my wife to buy another rice cooker, because I've turned to cinders the last two cookings of rice I've tried to perfect. You really shouldn't deal with the assembly of food when you are tired. Food are sensitive. They feel you. Plants wither around depressed people and love birds die when housed in a cage inside a home where a couple does nothing but stab each other with invectives. The same goes for rice. Eventhough you did not intentionally neglect them, all they know is that you have neglected them. And when you say sorry it's too late. They're gone. Cinders. Technology to the... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=299 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/298.html Mon, 31 Jul 2006 15:49:49 GMT Though his mask hid his face, Erwin's jaw dropped. Above the San Francisco bridge, the Hob Goblin dangled his screaming girlfriend with his right hand, while aiming the other at the traffic below. "Noooo!" Erwin screamed, his voice muffled by the winds. The Goblin let out a sarcastic laugh. He truly was enjoying this. Erwin's muscles tightened. Standing on one of the bridge's thick support wires, he couldn't do a thing, though he was a sprint away. "Take one step and I drop her. Take one step and I rocket the support wires till maybe a dozen cars slide off into the cold... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=298 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/297.html Fri, 28 Jul 2006 12:14:55 GMT Siege woke up with a fork stabbed on his right leg, just above his knee, while the drunken scent and snores of naked Latino men and women hung all around him, on a love bed so large and so soft he felt he would drown. He lifted the dead-weight of an arm of a woman hugging his waist. Where are my pants? he thought. Siege flicked his head and shook it. He ran his hand through his hair. Pizza. He reeks of pizza. How long have I been out? He pulled the fork out of his leg. Some of the skin came off with the fork. The wound healed in front of his eyes. What universe is this? He knelt on the bed.... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=297 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/296.html Wed, 26 Jul 2006 02:31:41 GMT Teacher Noel's heart skipped a beat when he saw the rows of girls all in skirts. The permutations shocked him. Christmas morning came early. http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=296 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/295.html Wed, 26 Jul 2006 02:24:29 GMT Storm's gone. I miss it already. I was forced, yesterday, to use this one umbrella, a really big one, with the signature colors and seal of my alma mater, the kind of memento you keep in boxes that age in your attic. My wife had brought with her one of our umbrellas, and I had ruined my green one last rainy season--never got it fixed--and it was pouring yesterday, what with those hard winds slapping the rain around, hitting me with a carpet of water at each wind's shove. I ran back inside, stepped out of my wet shoes, ran upstairs, and pulled up a chair to step on. The big umbrella was... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=295 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/294.html Sun, 23 Jul 2006 16:12:07 GMT Category: Sudden Fiction in English Ramirez could barely see through the blood in his eyes. He smelled his own stink, tasted his own blood, everything he ate and drank had gushed out, and when a switch fell down voltage routed his whole being, sending a thousand tiny painful simultaneous stabs to his core, his feet kicking puddles of his own piss and shit; he would scream if he could, but they hadn't sewn back his tongue, as they had promised, so when he tried to curse them all he did so from his barely moving lips on his bluish-red swollen face that hung on a limp neck. All he could do was... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=294 http://ayen.blogdrive.com/archive/293.html Fri, 21 Jul 2006 13:03:21 GMT Camille A veiled woman walking down the street caught my eye. So still were her shoulders when she walked. The air around me thickened. A breeze unveiled her face, undressing her long hair and I couldn't breathe or move at the sight of her. "Shoot to kill!" my captain roared from behind me. "She's the infidel we're looking for!" Abi She poured a spoonful of the skull-marked bottle and swallowed it. Bitter. Just a slight sting in her stomach. She expected nausea but it didn't come. But then, that's me, she thought. I can take on anything. Except him. Him was the he walking back from the... (more) http://ayen.blogdrive.com/comments?id=293