Just like hunger and insomnia.
It makes me think of things I wouldn't otherwise think of or make me write about things I wouldn't normally discuss. Sometimes I do things that I don't plan to do and say things I don't mean to say from sheer boreDOOM.
I used to post more than five blog posts per day out of boredom too!
Good thing I no longer do that. Or at least, not in the past few days. Which only proves that I am not yet that bored with my life here in the so called city of gentle people.
There are times in the past days when I would start thinking of going home even for just a few days. I haven't done anything productive in here and I think I am only adding to the burden of my parents for staying here this summer.
We haven't really started working for the magazine or the literary folio for some reasons and these are the only reasons why I am here right now. If not for my responsibility in the publication I would have gone home already. Unfortunately, I have to stay here and work because its a part of my responsibility. Huhuhu.
Wish we could start working soon or I find something productive and sensible to do here so my mind would start working. I face this computer everyday and listen to the music, blog, net surf or whatever but it could not take away the boredom and the *emptiness I feel inside. (Must be my stomach).
I still feel that I am wasting my time for the past two weeks now and I still feel that I could have done something productive. I just don't know what in the world would it be. I wake up, I eat, sit in front of the computer, eat again, sleep again. The cycle of sluggishness never ends.
And out of this boredom I started unifying the labels on my posts, I changed even those of my previous ones. (Think: I already have more than 300 posts in this blog alone). Then I kept on changing my template. Then I kept on plurking nonesense things. I've reread all the books I have in my boarding house, even the 1, 900+ paged IT by Stephen King.
Of course, I have also started collecting the songs which could be used when, just in case, I die. I revised my Necrological service Programme, which I've written late 2008. I also started visiting those a-bit-stupid-quiz sites. I joined a lot of game sites. I added the "new people's army" in my google alert. And fantasized about that particular view behind the headquarters of the 11th IB in Guihulngan.
What the heck! I'm slowly losing my mind here!
Next thing I know I would be listing the names of all my past and present crushes here or would probably be posting something dreadfully mushy and corny (not to mention, embarrasing) here. Or most probably, I would be falling in love with those emoticons in plurk again. Or, speaking of love, would probably be posting something about those dreadful five-minute love affairs I've ever had!
God! Stop Me!!!
Puh-lease! Somebody stop me before I could ever do any of those. Especially the last one. Definitely NOT THE LAST ONE!
Ow BOREDOOM! What have you done to my sanity?
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A Piece of Me
A piece of my heart
is a piece of my soul
A piece of my heart
is a piece of my life
Take a piece
its yours to keep
Take a piece
its all I can give
Take it whole
and you'll take my life
Take it whole
and you'll take my soul
Take it and keep it
but you can't break it
My heart is a treasure
delicate and precious
Take only a piece
for there's a price to pay
a ransom, a fee
in case you break me
a drop of your blood
for every piece you take
a drop of your blood
for every tear you let fall
a drop of your blood
for every time it breaks
every piece of my heart
is a piece of my life
every piece of my heart
is a piece of me
take it.
keep it.
treasure it.
Or better not take anything at all.
(Frog Princess, March 2009.)
Note: Kontrata siya actually, written in that style para maiba naman. aw?
All in the name of boredom.
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