Why Am I Not A Dessicated Husk Yet?

Awesome day. Woke up to a sulking dog staring down at me. Apparently the little brat's not too pleased at my lack of attention to her lately, what with me sleeping away most of the past few days. She all but sat down on my face in an effort to rouse me. No sense of personal boundaries, this spoilt princess of mine.

Shortly after, my stomach joined in the protest against me as well. It's been a few hours since I woke up. I've been running for the toilet every half hour since. There's nothing left to purge but water. My stomach's still not gotten the hint. Bloody hell.

All that on top of the throbbing migraine informing me that I've probably not slept enough. And who can forget the gigantic reminder of stress sprouting out of my chin?

Today is going to be a very cranky day. Tempted to head back to bed, considering how nice and rainy the weather's been.

Emerald

My life, of late, has been an abstract fragmented montage of collages.

It feels like a time-warp five years back, a time of almost manic uneasy excitement and childish certainty juxtaposed with another hazy dream-like impossible situation.

Purple neon light, poison on a lover's lips, golden skin and golden eyes, flickering shadows, murmured gibberish, fragrant smoke as the lines of text start to shift, delirious exhilaration, snatches of conversation, Macca's, hysterical screaming, the smoky flavour of whisky, the warmth of your skin, your pets I grew to love, the things I left behind, burning bridges, saying goodbye, genuine laughter, a companionable silence, your hands on my back, bright lights that never existed blinding me, tears wetting your shoulder, getting lost in a temporary euphoria I was never sure I wanted... nothing makes real sense anymore.

Nothing feels real anymore.

In another month or two, I think I'll probably find out that I was right all this while, and nothing was real after all, just a little more than half a year's worth of dreaming.

It wasn't half bad for a midsummer's night folly.

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Resume post later - spent the night reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo that I picked up at a barbeque, am now nursing a bit of a throbbing migraine and the conviction that vengeance is a fucking waste of time and happiness.

Feather

Blog temporarily closed for a day because I was, and still am fucking busy with certain arrangements I've to make, and all this dramarama is just becoming a bloody irritating chore, especially with a certain unhygienic individual seeing the need to jump onto the band-wagon and all... once a mouthy nosy-parker, always a terrible gossip, I guess.

I've taken down a certain post on a couple of psychotic individuals, because I keep forgetting that this was supposed to be a happy blog for my nearest and dearest, and that all angry rants have been designated to another domain. So yeah, moved that elsewhere, and will continue modifying content here until I'm satisfied that this remains a more positive site than it has become lately. Either that or I merge content on this one with the old one, and activate viewing permissions once I'm done with all of that. We'll see how it goes.

However, my stance regarding my personal safety still stands, so I'll leave that one as it is.

Thank you, G, for the kind offer of sanctuary, and reminding me that as comparatively innocuous my lash-outs are, it is this rage that caused so much self-destruction in the first place. You're right, as usual, on a lot of things, if not all.

So we move on to more cheerful matters, and leave the crazies to stew in their own anger. I'll leave this video here as a memento of all that madness though, heh heh...



Am gonna dash out now. Feeling so much better now that food-poisoning's gone, and I'm eating again. And I'm no longer aching all over - the masseur I got on Sunday managed to ease most of my muscular and joint pain. Even my spine feels pretty good now - woke up early this morning, stretched, and felt each and every vertebrae snap comfortably into place without any soreness at all.

Who knew Ruby actually had such awesome masseurs? So worth my RM70. Thanks Jo, for the recommendation!

Note

Oh yeah, been so caught up with recent events that I forgot to add that my previous blog's not been deleted, just moved to another domain and protected.

This one here's just for the benefit of certain mentally-imbalanced individuals, if you know what I mean.

Please do email me at iwene.irene.iwene@gmail.com for the URL and viewing permissions. I'll only be able to approve those I actually know though, as a precaution. My apologies to all for that. As for Twitter, I won't be approving anyone anytime soon.

Thanks for your patience and sorry for the inconvenience!

Moo

I wonder how it'd be like, watching this video on acid. Or 'shrooms. I've a feeling it won't really be all that pleasant, once the gigantic cow-tarantula thing makes an appearance. The head-banging bovine bit did crack me up though hahahaha.

Credited to ShaolinTiger via Twitter - just had to post this one up after I'd watched it a couple of times and still felt alternately weirded out and bemused.

Speedy Weight-Loss Solution

Ill the entirety of Sunday and Monday with food poisoning, of all things. I'd advise anyone who's planning to dine at Sarakraf's Courtyard to avoid the place at all costs. Or at least not order the oysters, unless nausea, diarrhoea and generally feeling like crap's actually your cuppa. Or, like the post title suggests, you're looking for a palatable solution to losing weight fast.

Can't believe I actually wasted all Monday sleeping off the misery of a churning stomach. Was so sick that I couldn't even keep any drinks down, much less eat, making the last meal I actually had without spewing up was the one on Saturday evening that got me into this predicament in the first place.

That said, though, it was the best sleep I've had since last week, especially after popping a cocktail of Ibuprofen, anti-nausea and anti-diarrhoea pills. Heh heh. Once a pill-head, always a pill-head.

Must catch up with a lot of things today, and start working on straightening some pesky little matters out.

In the meantime - lunch! I think I'll be able to eat something today, and the chicken soup on the table looks pretty appetizing.

Reality

This has been a year of many, many farewells.

Time to brace for another one.

You'd think I'd be used to it by now, and the fact is, as blase as I am towards all of this, I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness.

Ah well. Life goes on, always.