and so it goes….

let me spam my blog……

in relation to my previous entry, im still bored. but why stay in this predicament, ja?

my life is no rollercoaster, not a carousel either (which reminds me of my aversion to this ride. getting dizzy just thinking about it).

i have been there, been that, quoting and unquoting raya my pretty friend.

hell, my brothers envy me for the out-of-this-world experiences that i have gone through, and the crazy things that i did with my 24 years, though.

but i will not pain you with them.

i was chatting with a good friend who is in london right now, and we talked about this hair-tearing apathetic phase of my life. i told her i am making bubbles with my saliva and twirling my hair due to excessive boredom. she said ” what’s the matter with you? you are given a good but extremely tiring job, a homey home, and a caring pet partner with whom you have a healthy relationship to boot, and you complain? ”
she asked why won’t i just be contented with my placid life?

yeah, why not? why not just sit down and appreciate our really clean floor? why not just wait for aeons while our fighting fishes do the rituals of their fucking mating? why not just :hohum: im bored just thinking about contentment and placid.

why not?

coz i am an aries who likes to blaze a trail. i am most enthusiastic during beginnings. i like starts, i hate middles but i stay for the ends. as my horoscope indicates, i am an initiator and i am energetic and love adventures. i was and am and will always be these.

so placid life will bore me. maybe i should live in king kong’s world where my everyday routine would be looking for a way to feed my pet brontosaurus, and looking for a way not to be tyrannosaurus feed as well. my sideline would be hanging from the vines working my muscles up so king kong will be pleased with his human dildo, which is my actual job.

boredom is turning my brain into green mush. just a few minutes ago, while educating a customer about education, i spammed all of the globe subscribers in my phonebook with useless quotes. i never do this, just now. apparently, multi-tasking lost its magic for me.

between this phase and the next, im flatlining.

from plain boredom to flatlining blah…

this is what happens to me when i have time on my hands. i open up a new blog. a new place to lay my damned self bare.
this idleness is getting into my system. slowly eating my innards and wasting me. i hate it.
yesterday while talking to a customer who compensated for his stupidity by being hilarious, i had a really strong urge to clean our house. i can just imagine it. new place for the sofa, new place for the table. clean bed. clean washroom. and oh, clean floor. our lovely floor. ahh. i need to get home fast and get my hands busy.
went home with the Yummy one. it was drizzling. a nice and gloomy day.
as soon as i jumped out of my work clothes, i started cleaning the room.bored.i cleaned the rest of the house. busy, but bored. yummy and i cooked.
not bored, but just celebrating a what you call “companionable silence”.
spaghetti without a twist, which was new for us. coz our spaghetti always have to have a twist. but it was good. he might be bored, but i didnt ask. i didnt want to assume either. as special agent said in silence of the lambs, “when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.” i certainly don’t want to make one ass out of two asses. won’t look right.

so we ate.

after eating, i washed some clothes and the floor mats and some more clothes to the sound of england dan and john ford coley. done. still bored. took a shower. read forrest gump. still bored.
hell, i was bored even in my sleep. no nightmares this time.
woke up. refreshed myself. bored while walking. bored while in the car. bored in the elevator. bored on my station. bored while opening my tools. bored. bored. bored.zzzzzzzzzzzzz…….
i kinda noticed, bored is 2 letters away from snored. and they rhyme.

aww… this boredom that you call life.

happy new year. super belated.

dont expect me to give you full details of my new year.coz there barely is.
aside from the fuck, er, fact that i am in what you call a writer’s blod, er block, there isn’t anything to write about.

except….

The Yummy One had to go home to his family for new year. i understand that. and i had a shift on the 1st of january. so there. no other choice but to stay home and pretend it was just another day.
i closed my windows so i won’t hear the new year sounds of revelry. so that i would be in dreamland and wont be reminded how pathetic my new year was.

i woke up one o’clock to prepare to go to the office. i went to the washroom. lo and behold. blood.
bad news. i panicked. called mod, good thing it was conrad. called Yummy. bad news, phone busy. what to do what to do.

emergency room. nearest hospital? san juan de dios.
their er is like jollibee on a sunday. you have to wait for 1 full freaking hour before they get your order. there i was, back pain killing me, blood trickling down my, and they just doodle around not minding me.
freaks.

there was this lady bawling her lungs out. i looked behind me. oh my. greyish yellowish feet. someone is dead. behind me. a dead body. so that’s how it looks like. i gripped myself so i won’t stare while puking.

one nurse saw me tapping my maxicare card, and thought that i can pay, so they finally noticed me. these fuckaroos. after the grueling stint of giving out your personal information, like lmp, previous illnesses, allergies, and whatnots, they led me to the ob area where they asked me to lie down on a not so inviting ob bed.

a glance to my left would give me a view of the dead guy. hell. bloody hell. im gonna be internally examined 3 feet away from the dead body. why wont they take him away? dammit.

3 doctors came. interns. more questions. i answered. then i got pissed off. i asked them questions. no clear answers.

hell. new year. and im bleeding. what if the baby wont be okay? what if there’s no more baby? arghhhh.

do you guys know the hell one goes through while anticipating for an hcg test result? baby or no baby? no baby or baby? with a dead guy beside you?

it was frustatingly hilarious. i got bored. i played submarine.

results: negative.

negative?????? how could it be negative?????

doctor said weak positive when one has polycystic ovarian syndrome like mine. so we have to have ultrasound.

she asked me if i want to be admitted. to this hospital?

bobe. english: no fucking way.

so doctor said, it will be best if you have a complete checkup with your hospital. fine. exactly what i had in mind.

got out of the hospital. went home alone. Yummy was a darling, calling me every ten minutes to check on me. such a heart. i love you , baby. but i need you to be here. im so goddamned crushed and i wanna kill rats.

got home. Yummy dave too. his mom and brother were with him. wow. another surprise. i finally get to meet his family.it went well. everyone was okay.

how was your new year?