Bored...

I’m bored…

I think I should maybe take up a new hobby like cross-stitching or quilting. Or maybe I should get into a new sport, climbing mountains and diving is getting old. Maybe I should try something dangerous, fast paced, and exciting like badminton or ballroom dancing. A new pet may also help alleviate my boredom. I’m thinking of getting maybe a turtle and I’ll name him Mortimer.

What would you do if you suddenly inherited a couple of billion dollars?

I think I would like to buy a really big lot in Forbes Park in Makati. In the event that there are already houses in the lot, I’ll have them all demolished. Then I’ll have a small “bahay kubo” built on the lot. With one of those rusty hand powered water pumps behind the house. But I guess I’ll have it tapped into Manila Water’s water line though. The house should be secured so ill have lots of “malunggay” trees planted around the lot and ill connect them with barbed wire to keep the nosy neighbors out.

Then I’ll have a lot of pets. I want a pet rooster, and in the mornings my pet rooster would wake everybody up by crowing like a crazy, ahh well, rooster. Since its Forbes park, my pet rooster should have a really cool name like Randolph.

I also want a pet cow and she should have a one of those bells round her neck. I think I’ll name her Ashley and I’ll take her on walks around the village while tied to a leash, and everyone will know were coming because of that bell. I’ll also get a pet pig and I’ll name her Peaches and she will always have a pretty pink ribbon round her neck. And I want a pet goat I’ll name her Tiffany and I’ll train her to go mehhhh or is it bahhh whenever a pretty girl walks by.

If you’re wondering why all of my pets have classy girls names, well I was thinking, I could always say that I have to run home because the “girls” are waiting for me. Hehehe.

With a house in Forbes you will want a nice set of wheels parked on your driveway. I think I’ll buy my self a BMW or a Jaguar. Then I’ll have the body shredded and have it converted into an owner type jeep, with a stainless steel body and all the lights, and sticker trimmings and a sign on the back that says “I used to be a BMW”. I’ll race this jeep in Greenhills or C5 in Libis and of course the unsuspecting kids driving their mom’s Honda Civic wouldn’t have a clue that they are dealing with a powerful car on steroids disguised as a owner type jeep. I’ll definitely beat the crap out of these kids and take all of their lunch money.

I think I’ll also have a really tall skyscraper built and I’ll name it “Building Ko” so that if anybody asks anybody who is working in that building where they work they can simply say “sa building ko”. I think that would make life a little simpler. Don’t you think?

It might seem like this is all foolishness and pointless. But who cares… I’m bored!

And Puck said unto Oberon… Oh Lord! What fools these mortals be!

Affliction

It’s been a long time since I last felt this affliction. I don’t know what triggered it but I feel it more and more often these days. The reality of this affliction remains with me and I am constantly reminded of it no matter what I am doing. I am reminded of it when I am at work or when I am simply sitting around reading. It comes and it goes and chooses its own time in an arbitrary manner to manifest it self.

Maybe its’ triggered by chocolates then again it might be the coffee. I try to move like it didn’t matter, I try to ignore it, its complicated really. But sooner or later it comes to the surface, creeping like fire until it consumes all that there is. I loose focus as it becomes all that I can think off. It slows me down and I function with a marked decline in effectiveness.

It keeps me awake and pulls me away me from sleep when I do happen to doze off. When the symptoms manifest it self I feel every pulse beating and the blood surging through the arteries in my head. I am constantly reminded that I am susceptible and vulnerable and that no amount of reason nor logic will spare me from its tight grip. Its an affliction with no cure and it seems like I have no choice but to accept that this is something I really have to live with.

I still remember the pain from the last time I had been through this, and how it seems to engulf everything, reducing time to a blur. Pain that I had to endure because of this affliction. I loathe every minute that I had to endure it as it squeezed my mind, every moment I had to live with it was torture. Had I been a masochist this affliction would have been sheer ecstasy and I would have been floating in paradise or so it would seem. I welcome it like a dementor’s kiss but at the same time I am thankful, because I know that I am alive and that I still know how to feel. Despite my sarcasm, angst, skepticism, and paranoia, Human, I am still.

How I wish I was describing something else, that I was being poetic and merely playing with words. How I wish I am writing about literature’s favorite theme, that which drives our passions and makes the world go round, so they say. Oh this affliction of mine! I think I should give it a name. Its’ called… Migraine.