Transitory Dialogue between Trent and Consuelo
Consuelo: I think there’s no place to hide.
Trent: There has to be… Somewhere…
(Consuelo cuts in)
C: I think I’m part of your trouble [now that] you brought me into this.
(Trent looks Consuelo squarely in the eye)
T: You can’t be with me.
C: But I am.
T: Consuelo, they’re not human. They’ll walkover anything to get to me. Destory anything that is close to me.
C: Trent… (makes a Claire Forlani expression)
D: I’m going through this thing on blind luck. I know… (unintelligible)
C: Trent, oh, Trent, I think I’m falling in love with you.
T: Not me, Consuelo. I’m not in love.
C: I know. I know but I don’t care. Doesn’t matter. If one of us loves that’s enough.
T: [By] tomorrow morning very probably both of us will be dead.
C: Well, then there’s no time to wait for you to fall in love with me.
Consuelo then proceeds to kiss Trent. As their lips get to a minute gap, Trent pulls her into an action sequence.
Nifty. Props to you, ladies’ man Trent.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun
I had a teacher in high school who shared her visage with Tori Amos and Karen Peris.
Sleepy. Unproductive. Still finding the momentum.
Went home to the apartment in Cubao. Took the ferryboat ride. The wind was rather cold and gushing. People, especially the female youth were screaming frantically. Kids began crying when the ferryboat swayed to its sides.
Dropped by Handyman to buy some 3M non-abrasive cloth. Saw some mousetraps and bought one. I saw a sticky-type trap and saw a mouse inside the packaging. I thought it was a decoy, then it moved.
I went to PN to take pictures of the sunrise.
The distant bodies
Speak with coldness
Their voices shiver
and silently, they fade
I hope you’ll be all right, friend.