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I am a restless individual. I can't be in something for too long. At some point, I'll be bored. A feeling I'm not comfortable hanging around with. I've always wanted to be a writer. But I can't write as often as I want. And sometimes, words are not that good to me when I need them to be. So now, I tell my story through my photographs. I have a secret love affair with photography. There are things that are just best seen than told. I am independent. I don't appreciate people influencing or telling me what to do/say. I can decide and speak for myself, thank you. I am a traveler. I am constantly somewhere else, either in reality or in fantasy.

November 17, 2009

Bogged Down

I have been practically on house arrest for over a week already. Been barking like a freakin' dog since Wednesday. I had too much fun 2 weekends ago. I guess now I'm paying for it.

My throat started to itch 3 weeks ago. I was feeling like I was coming down with colds. I was actually anticipating it. Somehow, it never came. I went on to deciding I'm spending the weekend at Patag. It's a mountain area up in Silay. A friend owns a resthouse. It's been 3 years since we last went up there. So everybody was excited about it. Despite the hesitation that I was feeling then, I still went. The day before, there were 9 of us going. The night before, only 7. And that morning, only 6 of us pushed through. We kindda stretched the morning as we were having coffee at Courtyard. Probably hoping someone will show up and join in afterall. but no one came. hahaha Finally, we were on our way. About an hour of driving the bumpy, mountain-y road, I was exhausted! We keep on laughingly asking, 'are we there yet?' We can't remember this ride to be this long. Finally we arrived around 1pm, in time for a late lunch. Then started drinking! Literally after lunch. tsk tsk We sat on the pavillon, listened to the music, chit-chatted and gulp gulp til it was dinner time. We transferred table to eat then back again to the pavillon then more gulp gulp. I was starting to feel cold. Because the breeze was too cool and strong. We were at the pavillon so it's really very open. Until the ghost stories came. It went on for more than an hour until finally one said, we transfer to a much warmer place, to my delight! By 12 mn, I was not feeling well already. So I said, this is it, I am going to be sick. And so I am now.

I find it rather strange that this is taking too long to heal. I was taking my vits everyday prior to my becoming ill and during my illness. Dosed up on my Vit C. But the cough just keeps on getting worse. I would recall the nights I used to work all day then drink all night then wake up early for work again. It feels like nothing happened. I feel great, ready for another round of drinking session later that night. I didn't get sick nor did it affect my productivity at work. But now that I'm here, where I'm being taken care of, not as much stressed and my time is in my control, I find myself weaker and less resilient. Maybe my body is used to being active all day and night. All of a sudden, when I got back here, I have more time to chill. My day starts late and ends early. Normally hesitant to head home.

So what's wrong? My body bogged down and prepared itself for a new routine. Since I was sick, I wasn't reporting to the office. I would stay home. I basically do nothing all day. Oh, play Cafe world on Facebook. hahaha I would do some reading. Send out a few emails. Other than that, nothing. So I guess my body is adjusting itself to a more relaxed lifestyle. Calm my mind from thinking too much. Tie down my feet so it would stop itching to going somewhere. Chill. But the question is, do I like to chill? Sure. But not on a daily basis!

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