Blah Saturday

It's technically Easter Sunday but Saturday is easier to make fun of.

Of course I never actually got around to discussing anything for the past month because I am a lazy, lazy writer who has nothing to say. And as a result the thing in my chest has remained there, and I am still coughing. 

If you're keeping track that's two months of respiratory illness. I've been to the doctor thrice and nobody except my mother has an idea of what's causing it; she has blamed everything from pollution to irregular working hours to sugar. Apparently my brother's medical degree extends to her.

So tonight instead of holding up the so-called Cable Car tradition I am resting at home. What's the Cable Car tradition? Legend has it that in the late 90's the only establishment open on Black Saturday was Cable Car on Pasay road in Makati, and my high school/college friends always spent Easter Eve drinking there. It's a nice tradition, rivaled only by my tradition of flaking out every year.


Despite the cough, the band finally recorded demos which people can find here, or on the sidebar to the right. We are the highest-ranked band on Reverbnation without any fans. I'm actually proud of some of these songs, I just wish I had written them when I was half my age.

In other news: I also went to a couple of concerts and a couple of blind dates. Unfortunately the dates were not the same as the concerts. In any case, these deserve their own posts. Maybe later, remind me.

Last thing: a couple of weeks ago I attended a family gathering and as always happens, my mother introduces me to some far-removed relative. And as also always happens, they ask me if I am the doctor who is working in New York. Yes, tita, because it is more plausible to be the son who is the doctor working in New York than to be the one who is actually here.

This Is What Happens When I Don't Go Out

I've had this annoying cough for about two weeks now. This isn't anything new; I once had a cough that lasted four months (it went away when I resigned from work, more on this later) but right now it's at that intensity where I can't enjoy myself when I'm out. Hence the post from my bed on a Friday evening.

Like I said, this sickness isn't new. I think I had something similar last year and the year before that and the year before that, each lasting several weeks. Every time I get checked out the doctors never find anything, which tells me the problem isn't fully physical, or at least, obvious. My mom always thinks it's stress. That's probably true, but it doesn't explain the times when I'm obviously stressed out but the coughing isn't there. So this is what I think it is: it's when stress becomes turmoil, and it doesn't get out so it turns itself into this annoying thing in my upper respiratory tract.

That sounded overly dramatic. But if you've read me before then that shouldn't be surprising, should it?

So for the next few days, months, years, I will figuring out what that turmoil is and will be writing it down here - somehow I feel that the internet is always listening even when no one else is - and I get better. (I admit there will be times when I already know what that is and will be writing in circles trying to avoid saying it straight...Hopefully it will be so entertaining that no one will notice. Hahaha.)

I literally need to get this thing off my chest.