Tummy Ache Ruins My Day!

It all started when I had a tummy ache. Then, the rest was a ruin. I really hate it when my stomach messes up with me. I can bear headache, fever, colds or cough but upset stomach? It just drives me insane. Who wouldn’t be? It always drags me back and forth to the wash room regardless of where am at or what am doing. It’s like a demanding boss who yells at you to do this and that even at the middle of your coffee break.

I have this situation that every time my stomach rants like a nagging wife to her stubborn husband, the orifice down there acts like an active volcano ready to spew lava and butyric gases. It compels me to rush to the restroom or else I’ll end up a total stinky mess. I wouldn’t want that to happen, would I? I mean, at my age that’s a major embarrassment.

Here’s what happened. Last Friday, I really had a bad day. It’s supposed to be exciting since it’s the last leg of my work week then payday the following day. Just in time for the Halloween celebration. However, that same day I woke up early in the morning even before the tintinnabulation of my alarm. And, that’s because of a sharp pain in my stomach. I had to get off my bed and hurried my way to the toilet to, you know, respond to what I thought was just a simple call of nature. Only to find out it was just the start of a horror. I yanked myself five freaking times to the restroom, drank a lot of water, and took a couple of Loperamide tablets just to eliminate the pain and lessen the frequency of going to the bog. Because of that, I came in to work late. I could barely smile because of the discomfort that I was feeling. I was sulked most of the times. The mailers that I wrote were all rubbish. Oh, thanks to my lead for editing them. LOL. Per Demi in her comment to Migraine Boy’s blog entry in response to my comment, I kinda had wrinkles all over my face last Friday. Well, what can I say? I couldn’t agree more. LOL.

Really, tummy ache ruined my day! It always does!

Going Poetic

Let’s go a little bit poetic this time. Personally, I like poetry. This is where I started to appreciate the art of writing. Poetry, for me, is a product of our imagination bearing out our intense emotion towards life, in general, artily expressed through words.

When I was still at my younger years, I used to write poems about my experiences in life especially about love. Yes, love. It sounds so mushy, I know. But, I think you would agree with me that there is so much to write about love. I guess that’s the reason why when some people fall in love, the poet in them just comes out spontaneously. It’s like the seashore that gleams when kissed by sunbeams, or the trees that sway when the wind passes their way. What a beautiful sight, isn’t it?

Anyway, speaking of love poems, let me share to you one of my favorite poems that I wrote when I was madly in love (take note, madly in love. LOL). I couldn’t remember when that was but the person, yes. The relationship didn’t last long though. I messed up. LOL.

Here you go.

Murder Me With Your Love

Burn me with the flame of your touch

More fervent than the sun's scorching bask.

Asphyxiate me with the strength of your embrace

Tighter than a golden knot firmly fixed in place.

Blind me with the lancinating stare of your eyes

Like hail of blades poured down from the skies.

Crush me with the intensity of your affection

Like a boulder of diamond pitched at my direction.

Impair me with your lethal kiss of desire

Let me feel death amidst our bliss empire.

Pierce my heart with a sword blessed from above

Let me bleed and murder me with your love.

ON BOARD ;-)

It's been ages since the last time I objectified my thoughts into writing. Perhaps, there's nothing really interesting to write about or there's just a dearth of inspiration to galvanize myself into such artistry, hobby or whatever you call it. There must have been a lethargic element that infiltrated my system for me to seemingly renounce writing.

Paradoxically, my current job requires a lot of writing. But, believe me, there were so many instances that I wanted to bash my head against the wall just for my thoughts to come out. Oftentimes, I am wedged within a phase of every writer's life where words seem tight and minds malfunction. Yeah, you're probably right. It's never an excuse especially if you have deliverable to meet and deadlines to catch up. That's when they say, when circumstances call for it, your ability to write just comes out naturally. True enough. But then again, it's different when you're eager to write about something you want from needing, make that obligated, to write about something. Does it make a sense?

You might be asking why I started to blog. Well, some people inspire me to, not to excuse my Lead, who is getting so engrossed with his blogging. I follow his blog, by the way. He probably is updating his blog now while am trying to come up with my own. I'll definitely check his site once I'm done with this. :-) A number of my friends are also into writing as well, so I've thought, it would be a nice idea to join them in their "blogcapade" (Oh, this is what I love in blogging, you can coin your own word. LOL!). What are friends for, right?

So, this is it! This is the “write” time. You are very much welcome to read my pieces but don’t ever blame me if they bore you. :-p

LethaL KisseR is finally ON BOARD!