About Me
- Name: wanggo
- Location: Philippines
I'm one of the many modern, everyday gods trying to re-ascend into the heavens...
Links
- Indulgence
- Watching Things Burn
- The Proudest Monkey
- The Prothiaden Adventure
- Soloflite
- Uncharted Waters
- The World Through Chinky Eyes
- I Like It Here
- Kage's Travel Blog
- Risk It All
- Dating Kundiman (a bookshop)
- Candid Moments of Lucidity
- Calamansi (Cat's Blog)
- The World Is My Playground
- Den of Iniquity
Archives
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"I think it's gonna be a long, long time, `till touchdown brings me round again to find, I'm not the man they think I am at home... I'm a rocketman, burning out his fuel out here alone..." Rocketman by Elton John and Bernie Taupin.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Relaxation is who you are, stress is who you think you should be -- As texted to me by my Dad
My last day here in Bacolod. Yesterday, I was in a great bill of health but now, I feel I have relapsed a bit. Must've been that sip of Australian Shiraz my Tita brought for dinner. I totally forgot I was on anti-biotics! But I only had 2 sips before I remembered so I don't know if that low amount of alcohol is enough to cancel the effects and if it can negate the next batch of meds I took a couple of hours later. If all of that was enough to put me back on a relapse.
But the alcohol must be out of my body because I can feel the antibiotics and paracetamols to be doing their thing. And I don't know, I don't feel the difference with the pain killer but hell, I'm supposed to take it once a day only. If I didn't take it, would I just keel over and scream "bloody mercy" for some pain relievers? I'm such a baby when it comes to pain, sometimes. If I have shown or proven to be otherwise, well, I fake it well. I am a masochist. I may love the pain but that doesn't mean I can't feel it. And that it doesn't throw me to the ground just like everybody else.
Coming here is, as the cliche goes, like stepping into a dream. Sick, I was waited on hand and mouth by people who loved me and I was able to do work that I have always wanted to do for a long time: creative writing in a medium that truly inspires me. Like a dream, I come to this strange land where, when it rains, it is musical. According to my Dad, the cicadas only come out every 17 years and I was here on their next presentation. They would sing after every shower and they would be joined by a chorus of frogs. How magickal! And here, I was not disturbed by anything. All I did was work. I didn't even have a chance to go and see my friends. But I feel fulfilled.
I'll be back. And this time, it will be for fun.
Adn know, the cliche ends, I'm waking up and the magick will be brought in my hand carry, a hardbound copy of the first script of mine that will be produced. Almost like a mystical tomb, an arcane book of secrets. Lovely.
My last day here in Bacolod. Yesterday, I was in a great bill of health but now, I feel I have relapsed a bit. Must've been that sip of Australian Shiraz my Tita brought for dinner. I totally forgot I was on anti-biotics! But I only had 2 sips before I remembered so I don't know if that low amount of alcohol is enough to cancel the effects and if it can negate the next batch of meds I took a couple of hours later. If all of that was enough to put me back on a relapse.
But the alcohol must be out of my body because I can feel the antibiotics and paracetamols to be doing their thing. And I don't know, I don't feel the difference with the pain killer but hell, I'm supposed to take it once a day only. If I didn't take it, would I just keel over and scream "bloody mercy" for some pain relievers? I'm such a baby when it comes to pain, sometimes. If I have shown or proven to be otherwise, well, I fake it well. I am a masochist. I may love the pain but that doesn't mean I can't feel it. And that it doesn't throw me to the ground just like everybody else.
Coming here is, as the cliche goes, like stepping into a dream. Sick, I was waited on hand and mouth by people who loved me and I was able to do work that I have always wanted to do for a long time: creative writing in a medium that truly inspires me. Like a dream, I come to this strange land where, when it rains, it is musical. According to my Dad, the cicadas only come out every 17 years and I was here on their next presentation. They would sing after every shower and they would be joined by a chorus of frogs. How magickal! And here, I was not disturbed by anything. All I did was work. I didn't even have a chance to go and see my friends. But I feel fulfilled.
I'll be back. And this time, it will be for fun.
Adn know, the cliche ends, I'm waking up and the magick will be brought in my hand carry, a hardbound copy of the first script of mine that will be produced. Almost like a mystical tomb, an arcane book of secrets. Lovely.
