i was wondering if it's appropriate for me to write this way here.. well my conclusion is that, if your old enough to know not to put dodgy things in your mouth.. your old enough to read this.. (yep.. spit that out.. you don't know where it's been!)
i love this video! you have to watch it before reading -- puts things into perspective!
today is a no stress rest day for me.. the doctor from lastnight said that i'm too stressed and what i was experiencing was partly viral infection / anxiety attack. sounds clinical that way... i know there's a better way of putting it.. but can't find my word right now.
so i was thinking what it is that relaxes me.. writing is on the top of my list.. so bare with me, this is therapy!
the only difference between a tragedy and a comedy is that.. well.. in one the guy gets the girl.. and the other.. hmm.. he dies. so you go figure which is which.. but this much i can tell you. they are both funny as hell.. atleast if you think about it!
i'd love to say that that's my original idea -- but it's not. i heard it from the movie stranger than fiction. that cover copyrights, et al.
my point - life is funny.. it just depends on how you tell and re-tell the story to make it a comedy.
so on we go with my story. (all those paragraph and i haven't even started yet)
i had to go back to work last night. my cough was already bad -- and was getting worse. so i decided to go home sick after my am meetings. but something needed my attention in the office that night so i had to go back. i like to think that's why they pay - cuz i get things done. and this is me getting a few things done.. against all odds!! [cue: background music - dramatic entrance you have no right...]
i got the chance to sit in a quiet room in the office to think things through and get some work done. as i was about to go home. i was having a really hard time breathing. struggling for breath more than the usual. so i figured i'd bring myself to the hospital on my way home. plus everyone's been on my case about a check-up!
i really don't like hospitals.. i called meng while i was waiting - so she kept me company while i was there.. there was also a cute girl there... that's another story sometime in the end of this blog.
when i'm not talking to anyone - all these thoughts are in my mind. well.. i again promised my self that i'd write my short stories.. there's one story about a guy (me) adopting a dog (mischa) with the motive of using the cutest dog to pick up chicks... i adopted the dog and pick up chicks i did.. i was able to train mischa to bother cute girls on cue.. worked very well until.. well.. i met the one girl (stereo-typical cute girl). her name is mischa! (twisted random coincidence). we hit it off. and she was pleasant about having the same name as my dog. a few more random stories of sweety-sweety shit. (and a beach scene somewhere there is a must.. na may outing and dance number!) but akitas - mischa's breed are not water dogs.. so trying to figure how i'll throw in the beach-outing scene there.. near the end, or the conflict is.. mischa killed mischa... the bitch killed my dog! (i love this statement). not really sure how it will end.. but i will when i write it down..
i'm a storyteller, so while i was in the hospital (i really hate hospitals), i was again plotting another story.. it's about queenie (the cute nurse) and her patient.. so this guy comes into the emergency room for a minor treatment. queenie was interrupted as she was telling her friend, amy (also a nurse) how she hates it when patients hit on her in the emergency room.. by.. who else.. the dude! queenie thought the guy was remotely cute.. (translation - MABAIT!) but he was sweet as hell.. and very pleasant and all that. and guess what, flirting with her. so she decided to play along. and it was weird.. the guy was wearing a barely corporate shirt, tucked out over his jeans and chuck taylors.. queenie knew for sure that this guy was corporate (ok.. so i think i'd fit in as the image for this -- that would exactly be what i was wearing). everything was almost perfect, the closest to cheese was when the guy asked that queenie hold his hands through the injection. (he doesn't like needles) she thought it was weird but did hold his hands anyway. now the guy is asking for queenie's number but the girl wouldn't give. she wants to give her number but wouldn't just cuz she was telling amy how she hates guys hitting on her at work.. don't shit where you eat.. even if it's the ER! the compromise was quennie promised to give the dude her number if he comes back to the ER another time and if he finds queenie on duty. what were the chances right? slim to none.. finally the guy is discharged and his last hail mary effort didn't even bring heat. great! 2 hours left on queenie's shift. and she's home sweet home.. alone (she thought! but she enjoys it) as slow as time went, "almost there!" queenie thought right when the alarm broke.. ambulance was bringing in a guy in a baby blue folded up shirt, jeans and chuck taylors. clothing was red all over with blood. from the across the er.. the guy finds queenies eyes and was asking that she come closer. they didn't ask him to fill the form, they brought out the one from 40 minutes ago (how considerate they are?!?!). it looks really bad.. trauma on the chest.. classic car accident. instinctively, queenie holds on to his hands.. as they wheeled him in. with all the blood and tears, guy throws a faint smile at queenie. and she really liked it, smiled back but seemed fake. she was really worried now and doesn't know what to do. instructions around her went blurr. guy grips her and and is trying to whisper something... "now do i get your number?" after the commotion, queenie writes her number on the guys arm with permanent marker. i'm not sure if the guys lives or not. but i'm leaning more on not. funnier that way! ahahha..
i still haven't gotten to tell you about my assymetrical hickey! it was from the ECG machine thingymajig! felt like frankenstein as this girl was hooking me up -- in a totally different light! so she puts my shirt up and attaches those sucky-thingies! across my chest.. didn't really take a lot of time. at the end.. "sir.. we're done" WHAM! yanks the whole damn thing from my chest. so now i have two hickies across my chest.. i thought that was funny. wasn't in the mood to be not in the mood then. so i just took it.
there is also this gay nurse dude who gave me attitude.. hahaha.. i realized i deserved it. he was saying something and i wasn't paying attention. so the dude just colds me. suddenly acted as if i weren't there. in my mind "ok - i deserved that" for some reason naisip ko si maco! hahaha...
and there was a beautiful girl with her boyfriend. i think they brought the girl's mom to the ER. beautiful girls walk a certain way. they have "the walk". with her flowery bag on her left hand and a mobile on the other as she walks past everyone in the ER. gives the illusion that people get out of her runway as she struts across. she looked corporate too. except.. well.. she had flowers on her bandana-ish majig across her forehead tied around her nape. and the tail running down with her hair. red shoes that matches her red bag.. she was wearing stilts too, so i figured she came from work when called to the hospital.
they left the ER. and soon after i was sent to x-ray. by this time, i've caught glances with this girl. and here's what broke me to silent laughter. across the hall in radiology, her guy was leaning on a table barely visible from where i was standing. so the girl was standing infront of him and holding hands with the guy.. she leans nearer the guys chest tilts her head to my direction and throws me a "look"! ha! she was rubbing it in! hahaha... ouch! i was frantically screaming in my head.. "ref!! foul!! ref!! FOUUULL!!!" no red card given... dang!
so decided to watch thismovei with al pacino and the guy from beautiful mind.. about nicotine smoking.. and the whole drama of this doctor giving a testimony.. how ironic is it that i was in the hospital with chest pains (most like due to smoking) and HBO was playing a movie saying nicotine is addictive! the universe's way of saying "I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
everything after that was rather uneventful. all this in a normal day in the crazy world with glen. imagine!
