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Introduction
Aiko Lactaotao is a rare fat Asian specimen, a writer with the artistic temperament of a sloth, and the world's youngest elderly lady. A sleep-deprived Law Student, she still squeezes in time to blog about her passions which include books, reading the Classics, Fin-de-Siecle, Decadent literature, modernist, post-modernist, post post-modernist, experimental fiction, poetry, creative writing, linguistics, lexicography, philosophy of language, phenomenology, philosophy of mind, philosophy of law, criminal law, constitutional law, torts and damages, intellectual property law, public international law, Biblical exegesis, avantgarde films, collecting obscure, foreign, (mostly European, Asian, and Latin American) words, learning modern and ancient languages, and traveling the world whenever she has the budget.

About This Blog
This is a creative writing blog by a law student who'd rather travel the world and be a full-time writer if not for reality burying its fist up her ass and telling her she's not rich and that she needs to get a real job. Hence, the journey of a reluctant law student towards obtaining the Atty. title. When she's not moping around about how miserable being in law school is, she writes literary works that so far garnered compliments ranging from "Are you on drugs?" to "I'd like to have some of what you're smoking." Still, she's hoping that these seemingly outlandish writings of hers will eventually be able to land a book deal. Aside from writing, she is a voracious reader, currently owning around 300 or so books. In fact, she is infamous around the post-office because every other week a parcel or package of books arrives there for her to claim. As of the moment there are still 175 titles on her wishlist. She will not stop reading and writing and dreaming, law school can survive on its own; whatever happens, the aim remains the same: to become a full-pledged author.

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Tuesday, December 17, 2019 | December 17, 2019 |
Lamay Ni Pining (Excerpt)

*Note: this is an excerpt from a screenplay I am in the process of writing. It is unfaithfully inspired by Finnegan's Wake. More details on this as I write more.

Title: LAMAY NI PINING

EXT. GARDEN. NIGHT.
A solitary figure of a man sits on a hammock, a cup of coffee on his left hand while in his right hand is a lit cigarette. He takes a puff from it, and the milky smoke dissipates around him under the light of the moon, clouding him in an aura of mystery.

Jake, having been shoo'd away by his dad because of his silly statements, approaches the man described. He turns out to be his uncle Steve.
                       
                       JAKE
        Uncle Steve, uncle Steve, bakit ang
       daming umiiyak na babae sa loob? Di ko
       naman sila kakilala ah?
                       
                       STEVE
         Ah Jake. Ganun talaga sa tradisyon nating
         mga Chinese eh. Kailan may umiiyak sa lamay.
                     
                        JAKE
         Ganun po pala. Hmm, naalala niyo po ba
        ang huli niyong pag-uusap ni Lola Pining?
        Kasi ako tinanong ko siya sa ospital kung
        mamamatay na siya sa araw na yun--

Uncle Steve chokes on the contents of his cup. Obviously he was shocked with what he just heard.

                       STEVE
         Jake naman. Hindi lahat ng nasa isip mo,
       kailangang mong isiwalat. Lalo na kung
       napaka-sensitibo. Kailangan konting hinay
       sa pananalita.
 
                     
                     JAKE
        Turo po sa akin ni Lola
        bad maging sinungaling katulad niyo.

For the second time that night, uncle Steve's 3-in-1 coffee  was snorted out through his nose.                   
   
                     STEVE
          Ako? Sinungaling? Sabi ni Mama yun?
           
                    JAKE
         (nodding his head a little too eagerly)
         Opo, sabi ni lola bakla ka daw pero ayaw
         mong aminin.
   
                   STEVE
          (In a significantly high-pitched tone of voice)
        Talaga lang ha? Bakit? Alam mo ba ang isig sabihin
        ng salitang bakla? Batang ito.
     
                   JAKE
        (Eyebrows furrowed in deep thought)
        Actually po wala akong idea. Pero
        sabi ni lola kung inamin mo lang sa kaniya
        na bakla ka magpapa-party daw siya.

Silence permeated over them for a minute. Steve looked forlorn and nostalgic, a ghost of a smile haunting his lips. He turns to Jake.

                    STEVE
            Sinabi sa iyo ni mama yun?
     
                     JAKE 
            Opo, uncle. Sabi ko nga sasabihin
          ko rin kina papa na bakla ako para
          magpa-party rin sila kaso tumawa
          lang si lola. Bakit kaya?

                    STEVE
          (Mildly chuckling, and ruffling Jake's hair)
          Madami ka pang hindi alam sa buhay, Jake.
         Ika-nga, marami ka pang bigas na kakainin.

                    JAKE   
         (Eyes wide and looking defiant)
        Ay hindi po, lahat ng dapat kong malaman
        sa buhay sinabi na po sa akin ni lola.

                    STEVE
            (Raises an eyebrow)
          Hmm? Tulad ng ano?


                     JAKE
          Ang pinaka-importanteng natutunan ko
         po sa kaniya ay ang ultimate secret niya.

Jake leans in toward Steve, and in a conspiratorial voice,
whispers:

                      JAKE
           Pag namatay daw si lola sasanib siya
          sa katawan ni Maine Mendoza. Kaya yang
          Maine Mendoza na napapanood mo sa TV,
          hindi na siya yun, si lola na yun.

Steve looks like he’s not sure whether to laugh or cry. Jake and his mother were as close as can be, but he didn't expect that his mother, Jake's lola Pining, would tell these outrageous tales to a young innocent boy.

                     STEVE
            (In an exasperated tone of voice and gesture)
           Ganito yun ha, Jake, yung mga kwento ni Lola
           Pining mo, para lang aliwin ka. Huwag mong
           masyadong seryosohin yun. Love na love ka
           niya kaya gusto siya na-aaliw ka sa mga
           sinasabi niya.

                 
                   
                          JAKE

          Pero uncle Steve, may pruweba po ako.
          Ayun oh--

Suddenly, excited shrieks came out from inside the chapel as  if a celebrity were in the area. And true enough, when Steve  turned his head toward the direction Jake was pointing at, he saw Maine Mendoza struggling to walk with a walker towards them.

                   JAKE
           (Running excitedly)
          Lola Pining!

                  MAINE
           Jake, I missed you my apo!

With this scene before him, Steve was quite sure that the world would end any minute now. Was it too much nicotine? Too much caffeine?

                      STEVE
    posible bang malasing sa kape?
   kasi ang lakas ng amats ko eh.

And all around him, darkness, as he fainted to the floor.

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