Sunday, June 5, 2011

[IRL #1] Sleepless: Guitars, Rants, and Meat Boys

It pains a lot to see myself turn on my "rig" again in this point in time. It's not even a "special" 2:22 AM. It's as if I am addicted just by looking at the glaring screen of the digital world. I would not like to imply that I am restraining myself from pleasure -- I just can't freakin' sleep. And I needed that sleep.

I don't know what triggered this series of sleepless nights. Maybe Hormonal imbalance? Third-party causes? Noise from my annoying brother that "plays" guitar and "sings" in the midst of people sleeping in a cold night?


I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here, typing in this old damned keyboard. Maybe this is the sole outlet of my rants? I don't know. My mind is so obscure right now. I can't even think 100% rationally. I can't focus on what to do here. It's as if I am controlled by some puppet master, or something. The feeling: not so nice.

Ever had that feeling of insanity? That feel when you see yourself adrift between the real world and the dream world? Sometime during those series of sleepless nights, this was my worst nightmare... Or real life experience? I don't know. I can't tell. All I saw was Super Meat Boy maneuvering through impossible-to-survive obstacles consisting of sawblades, spikes, and crushing platforms. Worst thing is, he seems to be dying endlessly in the same spot, in the same sawblade... It's as if I'm watching some crazy clip based off that "The Ring" tape.

Super Meat Boy by Team Meat
Yeah, That's Meat Boy over there.

Good thing, today's experience is not as harsh as the one with the Meat Boy. Only that, you know, I am still deprived of rest. But all this writing and blogging sh*t seems productive, so I'll let this be for today.

Darn it, I can feel my eyes burn. Maybe it's just because I slept at ten, and woke up at two to the sound of that annoying untuned guitar. Every time I hear that thing, I just want it to be ripped to pieces! Oh boy, my brother plays it as if he is the rockstar of the night... Playing Green Day and all that mainstream crap. I am not a mainstream hater, and I absolutely am not trying to be a hipster. It's just it encourages the young ones to scream in the middle of the night and waking up their elder brothers with their puberty voice cracks.

Green Day
My brother's hero. The sleeper's blame.

Well, come to think of it. I can't blame him for being the annoyance of the night. All those nights I tried to stop him from doing all those monotonous downstrokes that caused my eye bags to swell every morning... or noon perhaps. I guess that is the system, and I can't do anything about that. Good thing, I am versatile, and I can shift anything to be productive...

Hence, The Sleepless Logs
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  1. Give him hell, why would he do that?

  2. I don't know. Maybe he just can't resist plucking those chords!

    But it's all fixed now, since we made a deal to ban all guitars after someone's asleep. :D

  3. I used to like old Green Day... but along with many others, they realised the potential of MTV and commericialism - and that's where their newer albums are targeted. What a shame.