It's out of my system

Posted On 9:47 PM by nerdluck | 1 points of view

My sickday turned out to be a sick week... a couple of weeks. Oh well, where was I? I was supposed to check back on the things I planned to give up. So far it's been a rough 2 months since i decided to put my dharmma into an indefinite hibernation. I found myself constantly battling the impulse to click that tantra icon on my desktop to focus on getting some work done. I gave my password to my 9 year old nephew, Francis, so he can use the level 2 accessories (plus asba and BOTGB) that I have painstakingly acquired through 2 years of playing. By now, I have gone past the strong impulse of ignoring 5 dozen pages of magazine layout to play tantra. I don't even feel the invisible force that used to make my behind so heavy that I can sit for hours on end (pun intended.) I play war rock (ahem, probably another distraction) once in a while to get me off the stressful cycle of work, art and family. Although I still encounter rude apes in war rock who can't seem to grasp the concept of playing for fun but I refuse to let that bother me as much as it did in Tantra. I even get some degree of satisfaction to get them as irate as ever.

I have involved myself more in photography, and silk screen as well as planning my portfolio site (at last.) I still have so much things I want to do now that I found the time to actually do them. I want to learn CSS coding (WTF?!) I want to learn video editing. I want to finish my bleach ebook project (i compile scanlated bleach manga to pdf for easy reading rather than open 1 page at a time, afterwards i want to start coloring them... shhhh.) I want to start a photo blog. I want to sell stuff in ebay. I probably want to do lots of other stuff as I go along this happy journey called life. It really IS more fun than playing.
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Sick Day

Posted On 8:49 AM by nerdluck | 0 points of view

Much as I would like to make a life-changing commentary about our mortal existence (as if) or reveal the secrets of the universe(wow), this weeks blog wouldn't even be close to making sense. I've been sick the whole week ever since labor day. This cough is driving me nuts. I mean, I can't even get four (4) hours of sleep, I feel like a zombie, and I still haven't seen spiderman 3 'coz I don't wanna run the risk of having irrate theater goers turning into a lynch mob upon hearing some hacking cough destroy their, otherwise, fun movie experience.

I should be in bed right now, I should be resting this tired throat. Instead, Im at the office being the dutiful worker that I am. Bumming around with a blog and not even doing a single page of my rather "late" magazine layout doesn't really qualify me as a "dutiful" worker but hey, I'm here, ain't I?

During these times, I remember my Mom. A nurse by profession, she always has a quick remedy for anything that ails me and my siblings. We can never get any excuse to skip class through her. Whenever I pull out the "Mom! I'm sick, I can't go to class" excuse, she comes in my room, armed with paracetamol or mefenamic acid or salbutamol or loperamide or carbosistein or God-knows-what-else. In fact, I remember generic names of medicine more vividly than anything else in my childhood.

I gotta stop doing this now... My head hurts just thinking of my next sentence. Spiderman's gonna have to wait.
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