Four days of neozep-induced bedrest later, I am done counting mosquito bites, staging a vendetta against tissue rolls, and wondering if the veins on my arm lead to Emerald City. I thought there was nothing more to do while I stayed horizontal, but I got pushed off the boredom cliff.

This is a list of things I have accomplished in attempts to ward off the enemy. Usually I'd be content with a book, but the fever made my head feel like an infuriating carousel every time I picked up Crime and Punishment (oh how apt). Also, we have no interwebs at home, causing my Farm Town corn and coffee crops to go to waste (gaaah). Still, I had to avoid unleashing the volcano of vomit I was ready to spew keep myself occupied.

I managed to:

1. Listen. Too much of The Format is good for yer health, but waking up to the neighbor's stereo blaring "Shine Jesus, Shine" is not. Also, our virus-infested home is an orchestra of coughs and sneezes now, with the occasional trumpet from a noseblow. Don't buy tickets to this concert, please.
2. Play. After tiring of Tekken 5 on Neia's PSP, I gave Patapon a shot. It's like mini-300 with less blood and more flame-arrows. Haha. Also, creating warriors out of titanium ore and cherry tree branches is surprisingly fun.

3. Think. (But unfortunately, the soldiers of profundity couldn't get past my shield of germs and antibiotics. Then again, they never have.) There are too many ants; do they procreate like it's the first day after the apocalypse? Is there such a thing as a unilemma? Probably not. When delirious with a fever, one thing you can really miss is a bath. I'm an insignificant pimple on the world's cheek and when I die it's one less blemish to worry about. The ceiling would be an interesting place to live in. If I put together all the paper I've used, I could build um something to fill up the trash can.
4. Watch. Movies with Sunshine in their titles don't really produce the expected result. Oh well. They did manage to contribute to my involuntary blubbering. Thank you, Olive and Clementine.
5. Sleep. A lot. I have been taking my dreams for granted. Hm. Perhaps drifting off to the greatness that is Karen O has something to do with it. Silence tends to worry me, even more than seeing my nose tremble on its own.

I'd like to end this properly, but I'm tiredno,w goo dby e.

Hm. I wonder if alpha-carotene decided to stay behind the curtains when its successor, beta-carotene, became more famous.

Also, why is there no alphamax? Was it too much? If the "max" in betamax indicates "maximum," then "betamax" should just be called "alpha." Shouldn't it? Fnr.

It's these morning-walk thoughts that make me believe my skull's gone toilet bowl. :|


Edit: According to Sony's own history webpages, the name came from a double meaning: beta being the Japanese word used to describe the way signals were recorded onto the tape, and from the fact that when the tape ran through the transport it looked like the Greek letter "Beta" (β). The suffix -max came from "maximum" to suggest greatness. [Source]

So no, they just couldn't call it alpha. Haha. Now I can get to corprithorinns (for a wany ear today).

The 20th Century:

Hm.
Thank you, but I said I wouldn't stick around to see it.




Now what? :\

God of War on Neia's PSP = >:D. I am very amused by the way Kratos' weapons swish and slash.


I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but one highlight of family reunions is that you get to know yourself through other people's memories of you. I was told that as a kid, I shut myself in our bedroom when visitors came over. When they decided to drag me out, I'd be clutching a book and putting up a tantrum. Haha.


baby makopa = oldy popcorn


Dream: 8 people being targeted for murder. Much like the SAW installment. Four soon-to-be victims were stuck in my room with a dead fellytone line, while the other half was in a warehouse. In the end, the killer said, "Did I put a god in there?" and then the ambulance invaded the scene. Hm. I've never seen any of the films though.


Wolverine. The swords. Explowdy cards. Oh my.


Tsk. Elders never seem happy unless they're telling me what to do. They vehemently protest against my choices and claim it's all good for me. We all laugh afterwards. Yes, it's really funny because all I'm talking about is um shoes and posture.


Grah. There won't be any more Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. :(


Pacquiao looks like a baby seal when he smiles. No, not in a good way.


Despite the crescent-shaped mushrooms, Pampanga holds few epiphanies for me. I prefer bus rides.


Book Sale Pampanga: Dream Jungle and Siddartha. Wheeee.

This Salmonella-infested jar of peanut butter will be staying on the shelf for now. Then again, chances are there'll be a post office casualty and this won't even begin to push through. Funny how "recall" and "recall" figure in this situation, especially when the head office has been printing out 19 (or aak 20?) years' worth of receipts for past purchases.


Transition:

:\ -> :O -> :D -> :| -> :O -> :| -> :\ -> :s -> :[ -> :| -> X/ -> :| -> :( -> :|

I saw a lady from the Environmental Sanitation Center pause, drop her broom and run across the street. I thought she was going to let herself get run over by the FX that drove by. I also walked past her dustpan. It was full of plastic items.

I applaud her for leaving.

* * *

( Free-writing juju )

* * *

Let us now resume watching Malcolm in the Middle for a distraction to this allergic reaction. Goodbye Virginia Woolf/probably-Jeff-Buckley-too weekend.

Good splotchy, Dr. Splotchy! In over-saturated pixels. Uncomfortable in current comfort zone. Might need shoes. Watercolor wish-wash. Oneiros sent bus after bus. Didn't ride any. Question quest. Marble cloud veins up up up above. Nothing = laf. "Ha." The onion lesson. Dried-up wandering jew clumps. The fork changes things. Always in fragments. In snippity snip snippit. Like sleep spells. Never a stalwart spool. Spring soaked in solutions. Wait. Take us with you.

See, this is what greets you when you decide not to walk away, and just stop to turn your head back:

Well fuck I shouldn't have done that

The I is never singular, because it is far too attached to specifics.

Wall switchies.

Walking old roads.
The Boris dissatisfaction.
Recapturing.
High tolerance.
An article of _ untouched since 2002.
Frozen taste buds.
Wristcutters and kamikaze pizza.
The word "mulish" in a bell jar.
Congruent sentiments.
Theories.
A morning Metric system.
Hair on end and bespectacled Bettying.
Quick snap frustration.
The constant qu'il of oneironauts.
Descent!

Dear Forces of the Universe,

There are days when I enjoy having you around.

Like when you make me take the route to a more visible bloody sunset in the afternoon, then show me an amusingly misplaced pebble in the morning. Or let me listen to the perfect wake-up song on Peoria, plugged to my ears during an uneventful bus ride. Or watch me cross the street before helping me realize that a motorcycle zoomed right behind me with the driver caught in an awkward yell. Or give me sudden indifference to noise, which has been masking itself lately as post-apocaplytic silence.

But you weren't always so forgiving, especially when you witnessed that gravity-hungry bottle of shampoo fall on my toes and bruise my foot. So I limped past all your phenomena and didn't bother formulating theories regarding today's results. I will not fight you; I shall only take a walk. And I hear you'll be joining me?

Unfortunately yours,
Neobie, who is free-falling towards Gronland of Montreal :\

* * *


I am bored of being bored, but I am bored of the ways which I use to un-bore myself. How shall I go about this? New ways?


* * *


If you're playing "What's Wrong with this Picture?," can you be considered a pessimist?

I am aggravated. By the Internet. And yet I am using the Internet to alleviate the anger.

Yey for contradictionssss. :|

I am tired. Of writing about female wrestlers. Of having to expound on matters. Of things.

I froze up while sleeping. I thought I was being strangled. Hm. But I also thought I accomplished astral projection. Hm. But whyyyyyyy would I go to our office if I knew I could do that? I don't really like the office. It has a noisy cow dog (not a red or a green but a bell puppy).

I am very bored today. And annoyed. And Neia is sickly. And I want to go home now. And the window indicates near-darkness, despite the time. And something in my skull is going blrblrblrblr again. I don't like Sprite, but it's sitting on my desk, half-consumed.

It's taking so long. My Mr. Burns posture is going even more concave.

A stranger on the bus gave me a pack of Bread Pan, which he says is his favorite. Maybe I did look hungry, but I haven't eaten it yet.

Despite my initial trust issues, we got to talking. He's this oldy American dude with Mexican roots who told me to scoot over the seat because he was getting off nearby. He's this private tutor who has worked in Makati for two years. He's this dad with a five-year-old kid he'll be taking to MoA in a while. He's this Beatles enthusiast who finds the vehicle's radio version of "Hey Jude" rather indistinct. He's this hopeful who buys a ticket to the Lotto everyday, and even won a few times.

He used to be this English professor in La Salle who taught during the 1980s. He used to be this TV personality who played a doctor in an ancient Bisolvon commercial. He used to dress up as Santa Claus in events for Nokia (the photographic evidence he had with him was laminated).

He knows he can get a bit too friendly sometimes.

He thinks I'm half-Chinese. He thinks I look mature for my age (must be the formal attire). He thinks I went to college when I was 16, and even did the math for me. He thinks my name comes from a vegetable.

He gave me his cell number and didn't ask for mine (whew), giving me the option of surrendering to my paranoia or not.

I chose not to communicate with Professor Art further, since my parents drilled the "Don't Ever Talk to Strangers!" lecture into my skull again. Fine, that makes sense. But still, to random occurrences, :)

* * *

( Because it's that time of the year )

Not where you think. Haha.

( Oh shut it, Newt Scamander. )

Last night I was taking pichoors of an aging apple, but this morning I saw the purple sunrise and last night didn't seem to matter. And yet there is still soon.

* * *

Hm. I may be watching too much of The Office these days. Hahaha.
Oh guh. Someone convince me to go back to school. -___-'

HAHAHAHAHA
Halfway! Halfway! Halfway! Halfway!

Too many halves for one fruit tree, yes?

X)

Wheeee!

Oh wait, that's not right.



Hoom. It is very difficult to return. -______-

Damnit.

Hello (ohai hadu heddo),

This is not intended to be a statement of explanation or defense (no judgies), even though it may seem so (apir-disapir). I am only trying to straighten up the clutter in my skull (clean up on aisle boo), so permit me to say the following (sshhhh). Okay (okeys). If I start acting differently (catching the crazies) from here on, it's because ennui has slapped my nasal passages silly (it's because I am veryveryverybored). What might happen (heads up, damage control) is something I don't know myself (supplies!). Perhaps my reflexes will alter (superhero-ly) or I will depart for no reason (flyflyzoomzoom). I'm not quite sure either (ohnoes). But if you notice ("wtfizdat?!?"), you can go right ahead and join me (wheee!). Or point and laugh (omg! teehee!) as sanity runs past the marathon's finish line (who let the graaah out).

Thank you (go has a cuki).

Sincerely, (for realreals)
This year's internal, but not bloody (just bladi bored), revolution

Kahapon, nakipaglaro ako sa mga pinsan ko. Yung mga bata ha, kasi yung mga tumatandang mga pinsan ko wala nang ibang pinag-usapan kundi Jonas brothers at Twilight. Iniwan ko sila sa harap ng PC, dahil nanonood ata sila ng music videos ni Rihanna. Hay. Malamang lalabas na ko nun.

Ice-water yung unang laro. Lagi nalang akong nagvovolunteer maging taya, kasi puro bata sila tapos akala nila masama maging taya. Di kayaaaa. Saya nga e, takot sa yo lahat ng kalaro mo. Pwede ka pang mag-evil laugh kasi bagay.

Hindi ko na pinansin na kailangan ko silang hawakan. Madalas pa. Teka, bakit ko nga ba ginawa yun? Masaya naman kasing sumigaw at tumawa at tumakbo, tapos di pa ganun kainit nung hapon. O baka di ko lang napansin kasi para akong supplier ng yelo nun. Haha. Pwede ring dahilan yung nangyari nung Sabado, kaso hindi yun kasali sa kwentong ito. XP

Saglit lang yung ice-water. Di kasi maintindihan ng kapatid ko (si Neia, 6 yirs old) yung rules. Hirap naman kaming ipaliwanag. E di langit-lupa naman. Habulan pa rin. Bale dalawa lang kaming madalas maging taya - si Justin (6 yirs old din siya) yung isa. Kamukha daw niya yung anak ni Ely Buendia sabi ni Issa, pero sabi ni Mama kamukha niya si John Lloyd. E kras ni Mama si John Lloyd. Wag na kayong mag-isip. Tama na yun.

Langit-lupa na. Dalawa yung langit - magkabilang-dulo, akalain mo yun. Si Neia, may strategy: di siya aalis sa pwesto niya tapos kakapit siya sa katabi niya. Madalas, si Tere yun (7 o 8 yirs ata), o kaya ako (19, baka magtaka pa kayo). E ang daya; dun lang siya. Naasar si Justin. Ginawa namin, 10 seconds lang sila pwede sa langit tapos pwede nang tayain. Naks, yung heaven may time limit. Haha.

Sa wakas, tumakbo din si Neia. Pero ayaw ni Papa kasi daw baka umiyak na naman kapag sumakit yung paa. Hinayaan nalang namin siyang i-hug si Tere dun sa isang langit habang nagtatayaan kami ni Justin at Jaime (8?). Ayaw sumali nung iba naming pinsan. Ewan ko ba. Mga nagmamadaling tumanda. Boo. Masaya lang ata maging matanda kasi pwedeng bumalik sa pagkabata, kahit awkward tingnan.

Ngayon, di ako makapaglakad nang maayos. Hahaha. Pero mas pipiliin ko naman yung kahapon kaysa dito no. Tsss. Korporet.


Ay, hapinooear!

I found out that I am mostly motivated by boredom.

Which is why I:
(a) went away on my own;
(b) bought random stuff for people who probably won't need such things;
(c) ate alone while laughing to myself (probably for the lack of onion rings);
(d) sat reading a book in the middle of a mall, beside giggly teenage girls ready to pounce on a slice of fame-pie;
(e) grabbed "Quidditch Through the Ages" for 15PhP;
(f) ended up in an Internet shop after hours of walking around too much;
(g) smiled when a Japanese dude yelled at me for blocking his view of his wife;
(h) am about to splurge on a Lomo camera. I don't know which yet, but I'm about to buy it unless someone stops me in the next hour.

Hoom. I have this stupid need to amuse myself, when I know I can't. And no, I'm not going home yet.

Vacation or not, I'm still gaaaah! bored.

Happyhalidees.