Oops. You Hit Me Again.

Midnight, yet I am doing my PEH Project. This is the result of constant procrastination through the years, and I’m living with that name. I always do the happy things first. But I am not guilty, nor I am blaming myself. I’m used to it.

From my three months of stay here in WordPress, I absorbed the words of bloggers that I made a good decision to be here. I’ve had more substantial posts, decreasing the so-called senselessness (though I admit that it’s still in here, somewhere) and the simple layout emblazoned within my name. Back then, my blog will always have a header every month: grungy, messy, teeny and angst-ridden or inspired with a song. Whatever. From those months, I’ve been wanting to attract readers to gaze upon the sweatdrops in my blog’s design and layout. Now, I am more inclined with the content rather than the reader’s impression with the overall look.

I’ve had a chatmate telling me that his officemates were reading this blog. Another classmate told me that her sister find its way here, while searching for collegiate informations or something. I also have a doubt about my sister reading this blog. My kabarkadas were visiting this blog, and also with my ex-girlfriend/s. My father would soon browse the Internet and stumble upon this blog, and that would be – regrettably, a humiliating pie of icing on my face.

Three months, 12,000 plus visitors. You’re making me happy.

For all the lurkers who read my blog, my sincerest thanks. In a world of contemporary people who didn’t have the patience to read stupid (according to them) blog-posts, these readers are rare. And for the commenters, thanks for sharing your thoughts – no matter how good or offensive as it may seem, I humbly respect your point of view.

On with my post.

In a porcelain plate goes my salad, my grilled liempo, rice and Mang Tomas for the liempo itself. This lunch, so far, is one of the sumptuous meals I would ever eat. Our kitchen is only capable of cooking a viand per day. Minsanan lang ako magkaroon ng napakasarap na ulam, so I’d better be proud of it.

Then, something gushed down from my nose. I thought I’m having colds. When I touched it, a pang of shock was there. The bloody red stain was on my fingers, and the iron-smelling fluid goes on. Blood. Not that I am scared of my own blood, but I am currently chewing my lunch! I went to the bathroom, straight to the faucet as the blood drips on and on. The next thing I know, it stopped after five fucking minutes. The faucet became more of a scene in a slaughterhouse, and my Dad’s towel looked more of a killer’s towel.

I predict that stress made this. I attended a 5 AM mass (blame my Parish Involvement Choir) awhile ago so I had lack of sleep. I’m having these unusual blood flow in my nose, twice last September and once this month.

Before I sleep:

WordPress detects users who searched for something in a Search Engine, and unfortunately – dropped at my blog. There it goes. And I wonder who the hell searched for malilibog na nurses, and what the hell is free vinks? Haha, I’m having so much fun. From now on, I’ll make posts regarding with this one!!!

~ by utakgago on November 5, 2006.