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Oh no. It's starting again.

Initiating boredom.

The television is on but I'm not watching. Just staring blankly at the screen. The host spills some words out of his mouth and the audience laughs in response. Was that supposed to be hilarious? I'm not even smiling, let alone laughing. I direct the remote control in front of the television and starts the channel-flicking-marathon. Self-explanatory, really. It's where I flick channels until I just stop because I feel like it. I turn the television off after a while of channel-surfing. I saunter to the kitchen to check the refrigerator. It's almost full but to my eyes, all that's visible is a vacant refrigerator.

"Mom, I think we need to buy some food," I inform Mom who is having a cup of tea while reading the newspaper at the dinner table.

"We already have enough food," she replies before taking a sip of tea, eyes on the newspaper. I give her a look that just screams out "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" but she doesn't notice. She seems captivated and not bored at all. I take a peek over her shoulder of her reading material. Stocks. Numbers here. Numbers there. Numbers everywhere.

I'm being sucked deeper into boredom.

I trudge up the stairs and enter my room and browse my bookshelf. No new books. I don't like re-reading books. My head turns to my right, where my study table is positioned and on it, lay my black leather purse. I check my purse for some cash, only to be disappointed by it. I can't buy new books. I'm unable to read something new; unable to travel to a new world.

I'm trapped in this boredom for now.

I spot my laptop next to my purse. I switch it on and begin surfing the internet but stop my activity after about ten minutes. Even the internet is boring. I turn off the laptop and dive into my bed. Hugging a pillow, I stare at the ceiling and

BLINK.

BLINK.

I'm so bored.

BLINK.

I once complained to my mother that I was so, very bored. Like how I currently am. Her helpful response was, "Why don't you study?"

I never made her my complaint department again.

BLINK.

I close my eyes.

Deleting boredom.

Description
Oh no. It's starting again.

Initiating boredom.

The television is on but I'm not watching. Just staring blankly at the screen. The host spills some words out of his mouth and the audience laughs in response. Was that supposed to be hilarious? I'm not even smiling, let alone laughing. I direct the remote control in front of the television and starts the channel-flicking-marathon. Self-explanatory, really. It's where I flick channels until I just stop because I feel like it. I turn the television off after a while of channel-surfing. I saunter to the kitchen to check the refrigerator. It's almost full but to my eyes, all that's visible is a vacant refrigerator.

"Mom, I think we need to buy some food," I inform Mom who is having a cup of tea while reading the newspaper at the dinner table.

"We already have enough food," she replies before taking a sip of tea, eyes on the newspaper. I give her a look that just screams out "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" but she doesn't notice. She seems captivated and not bored at all. I take a peek over her shoulder of her reading material. Stocks. Numbers here. Numbers there. Numbers everywhere.

I'm being sucked deeper into boredom.

I trudge up the stairs and enter my room and browse my bookshelf. No new books. I don't like re-reading books. My head turns to my right, where my study table is positioned and on it, lay my black leather purse. I check my purse for some cash, only to be disappointed by it. I can't buy new books. I'm unable to read something new; unable to travel to a new world.

I'm trapped in this boredom for now.

I spot my laptop next to my purse. I switch it on and begin surfing the internet but stop my activity after about ten minutes. Even the internet is boring. I turn off the laptop and dive into my bed. Hugging a pillow, I stare at the ceiling and

BLINK.

BLINK.

I'm so bored.

BLINK.

I once complained to my mother that I was so, very bored. Like how I currently am. Her helpful response was, "Why don't you study?"

I never made her my complaint department again.

BLINK.

I close my eyes.

Deleting boredom.