Like every kid in the late 90’s and early 2000’s I was very much into the fad of Pokemon. I remember playing Pokemon Ruby for the first time, seeing a whole new dimension unfold. I turned on my Gameboy Advance SP for the first time after I plugged in the crimson cartridge and stared as the Gameboy logo flashed on the screen. I watched the intro sequence and created a new game for myself. It seemed like nothing at the time, but little did I know – I would be starting one of the biggest parts of my life.


So awhile ago, I was finally able to download a Gameboy emulator for my computer, and I am finally able to play Pokemon games once again. I’m starting on my Ruby game, and it is an amazing feeling to start fresh once again. Anyway, thinking about this brings back a concept I thought of awhile back. I was entering high school, at about 13 years old.
The concept started off with a young tween dreaming in the world of Pokemon. What if Pokemon was real? We can have animatronics built of plastic, being controlled by mechanical motors and robotics. I dreamt of a world where such ragged and explosive movement made by motors at the time would evolve into lifelike movements and actions. This technology would then be incorporated into building a Pokemon. Coders would design programs that would tell the motors to mimic the movements of an animal. These would be added in chips implanted all over the creature. We’d have artists design three-dimensional models of the Pokemon and make them out of plastic.
I’m just putting it out there for all engineers and coders in the world. Make it happen. Please.
Now back to lazing in my condo in Pasig, playing Pokemon Ruby. I just hope I don’t overplay, like I always do. I bet the next thing I’ll know is that it’s 3 in the morning, and I’m all alone in my Pasig condo.

Knight Mares

Once while I was sleeping in my condo in Pasig, I woke up in the middle of the night in a sweat. I was in the middle of my bed, alone in my room, alone in the dark. Why am I writing about this? Because I just remembered it and I just freaked the hell out. Well, it didn’t end out bad, though.

Scenario: I was in the middle of the forest. Medieval times. It was like I was caught in the middle of a war. I was wearing leather armor, and for some reason, I was a guy – muscles, mustache, beard, and all. Of course I knew that it was a nightmare, but I was stuck. I didn’t know how to get out of it.

The first thing I remember was running. I was cutting through the bushes and leaves with my huge-ass sword. I’m pretty sure it was as heavy as me, but I had no problem with carrying it. I was riding a beautiful black stallion, with his mane so finely brushed and he just looked majestic. As my steed galloped (whose name was Internet, for the strangest of God-knows-why), arrows whizzed by me. Arrows  were trying to hit me. People were shooting at me. And the arrows… were on fire. It was horrific. Everything behind me was on fire.

A little bit further, I saw a village… or at least it looked like a group of people living in hideous cobblestone houses. (I don’t think you can call them villages.) The arrows stopped for a moment, and I was able to command Internet to go faster, in my deep and manly voice. When I reached the stone-age houses, I searched for shelter. I got off Internet and ran for one of the houses. That’s where I met the Doctor.

The Doctor (I watch Doctor Who) was apparently the psychic-witch doctor in the town. I asked him of help, and all he said was, “Your horse is not who she seems to be.” I was confused, and I answered, “But Internet is my trusty steed. He will never betray me.” All he replied was, “Loyalty is not of the question here.” Seconds later, screams were heard outside, and I saw my enemies approaching.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I was shot in my shoulder. I winced in pain, and fell to the ground. I looked around me: I was surrounded. Men in black balaclavas, black sweaters, and black pants. They looked like ninja-thieves. The last thing I remember was thinking, “Balaclavas look stupid,” before I slipped out of the world.

When I came to, I felt softness beneath me. Cotton softness. My body is being moved, and I can feel the ground move beneath me. I open my eyes, and I come face-to-face with a cow. I was in a farm. On a sheep. When I stood up, a man approached me, saying, “Your horse does not like being called a ‘he.'”

I woke up in a confusion. I reached for my bedside table, only to realize that it was on the other side of my bed. I had just moved in to my Pasig condo. Probably it was just that – a new bed, new house, new condo, new everything. It took me time to adjust in my new condo, but I have such friendly neighbors here in the Rochester. It really makes me feel good. Anyway, I’m digressing. Back to the story: it took me awhile to realize what the witch doctor meant. My horse was gay. And I was a Knight Mare. My subconscious is twisted like taht sometimes.