The Fallability of Life

This week has had me revolving around the theme of Death once more, only not so much in my head. It’s slightly alarming that nowadays I think about what happens after death and don’t go into slight panic-attacks anymore.

Does it mean that I’ve grown up? Or merely become tired and desensitized to lingering affections of the conscience after my flesh becomes ash?

Perhaps the part that scares me most is the uncertainty of what exactly happens after Death. After all, I break into cold-sweat whenever I have to step into a dark room. I need to know what lies ahead!

Anyway, The week started with me reading up on interesting lists of dying as a condemned:

Top 10 Gruesome Methods of Execution

10 More Gruesome Methods of Execution

Death by Scaphism is particularly interesting- it’s such a nice word, and also a very torturous way to go. I am in awe of Mankind’s ingenuity. Now if only we could channel such creativity to, I dunno, making paper airplanes that can actually fly :P

Conversations within the family coincidentally touched upon the subject of Death, albeit in a light-hearted way. Ti was reading a an issue of The New Scientist in the car and he asked Pa what AIDS stood for, to which I gladly gave him the answer. After that he asked what HIV stood for, and I happily told him that too. And then he asked what the difference between AIDS and HIV was, and I chirpily babbled on in the car.

(Actually I was quite shocked that he didn’t know! … Or am I weird for knowing a little bit too much about this?)

Pa and Ti bothed laughed and said I should have studied Medicine. And I went, no way, I don’t want to be responsible for other people’s lives. Pa then said that I should mix my interest in art with my other interest in Forensics.

Ti immediately replied that in other words, Pa was giving me the job description of an embalmer.  You know, making dead people look pretty. LOL!

This evening, Pa fetched me home from school again and we passed by a super long truck with huge slabs of concrete slanted on both sides (think perhaps in terms of 4 by 5 metres). I asked if we could survive should one of those slabs fall on our car.

Apparently even the car would be flattened. In Pa’s words, we would be like a Mickey Mouse pancake.

The thought distressed me.

On a lighter note, Kooling mentioned the site Witty Quotes and a few struck me as well:

life, n.: A whim of several billion cells to be you for a while

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

I intend to live forever, or die trying.

I guess that’s the end.

Wednesday Observations

Morning, and Ti and I headed to the nearby saloon for a haircut. It was my first time there. When the elevator opened, Mum stepped out, and she fetched us there despite the short distance. After she dropped us, we realised that the place was closed. Ti and I walked back :( See you again, boyish haircut :(((

In the evening I came out to the living room to see Ti (home from his one-week holiday), Brat#1 and Brat#2 lying in a row on their tummies on the floor and tilting theuir heads to watch intently as an episode of the third season of Avatar played on TV.

The family called me out to finish off a bottle of beer, and when I finally detached myself from the computer and surfaced in the living room, they were like, ‘Hohhhh!! Jiu gui lai liao!’ (Hokkien for 喔!!酒鬼来了!, i.e. Whoa, the alcohol demon is here!)

Zzz total case of wth XD It’s not that I drink a lot, only that I drink a considerably larger amount than most of them because they suffer from allergic reactions ^^;

When Uncle MC called me out to finish off the bottle, I was like, I don’t want to drink anymore la, I don’t like red wine, it’s too sweet. And he was like, okay then tell me where you want me to pour until.

I indicated the level, and Uncle MC went all exclamatory about how high the level I indicated was >_<

they just called me out again, and everyone was saying how white I was. Because Uncle MC (who drank the same amount as me) and Ti (who drank less than me) were as red as tomatoes. THEY WIN!!! Just because I don’t turn red doesn’t mean I’m not dizzy y’all :P

[edit] APPARENTLY I DRANK MORE THAN UNCLE MC AND TI!!!! WTF!!!! They just said I really buay dong (Hokkien for cannot be moved) Wah lauuu! Our standard for drunkenness  is really low la…

[edit2] Here have drunken picture:

Red and Jaundice.

Back & Better

First it was the chionging of the last lap of a certain project that kept me away from the computer. Then when it ended, my desktop refused to start up. WTG.

Today Pa reset the BIOS (funny, according to the beep codes, I thought it was either the RAM or graphics card that was the problem) and ran the anti-virus for 6 hours and now my comp is healthier and faster than ever. Moral of the story – online games are evil. I’ll never allow Ti to persuade me to try another one of those sushi multi-tasking flash games again!!!

Anyway, had too many things to say and so many pictures that I don’t know where to start :(

Fulfilling

Today, I woke up at 9am and decided not to go to school.

Then I had a good shit and a good shower, and that’s all that really matters to be satisfied in my life, really.

Here, have a morning view from outside my window from four days ago:

6:52 am

7:14 am

8:39 am

Feeling sleepy…

Public Transport

A slightly pungent,  foreign smell wafted from the stranger who sat down next to me on the bus home, and I looked up to put a face to the owner of said odour. Tried to ignore the smell, concentrating on the super chim but super interesting book that Ti bought.

Not long after, certain hand movements caught my attention and I darted to see if the stranger was doing what I thought he was doing. He was picking his nose, alright. Eeyer. Back to book. Back to cautious surveying of the man. Back to book. Inch further away from him.

Much later, I saw him rolling the nose gold in between his fingers. And then he flicked it.

WAH LAU EH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stunned into silence.

The winning formula was when his handphone rang with the sms alert and he dug into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve it, brushing against me in the process. Twice. It did not matter if it wasn’t the hand he flicked the booger with, because he used both hands to fiddle with his nostrils.

GG me.

Mum and Brat #1 had a laugh when I re-enacted the great display of Fail I had to go through XDDD

Kenna Flu

It seems that whenever something goes wrong with my body, I just need to hibernate. Yesterday I spent the whole day sleeping, waking up only for meals.

In the end Mum brought me to the doctor (omg consultation after 10pm is $44!!! My visit to the clinic cost a total of $69.50) and I had a fever of 38.4 degree Celsius. Win! No wonder I had a terrible headache. Plus my body felt achy and weak. It also explained the abundance of mucus and slight cough. But it’s not H1N1 so all is good… in relative terms of course.

I’m thankful that I insisted on eating the shared portions of lunch last when I met Eve and Leaves on Thursday sia. I knew the super dry throat was unnatural but didn’t think that it would be a symptom of flu. At least they should be fine :)

Anyway, am popped with pills and medication. Can feel my body slacking off now, the may-cause-drowsiness medication is probably kicking in.

I can’t remember the last time I was this sick :S

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Bone Marrow

I took another look at my thin-ness again after reading that term.

It’s not like I have an eating disorder, and can’t help it if I’m bordering on the obscene in the skinniness, especially on my torso– my butt down is well-fleshed and I remember once in primary (or was it secondary?) school we had this health examination and the nurse told me that it was good that my fats were concentrated below because it meant that I had a lower risk of breast cancer.

And then the memory of a time many years ago surfaced when I was so taken with this green kimono cut top and went to try it on. I was too thin to fit into it, and it just looked disgusting with the arm holes being more of a hole than showing an arm sticking out of it…

Guess I’m just in another of my body image issue rut now.

Birdie

I just saw, from the corner of my eye, something fly out the window.

It was a glassy-eyed bird, perched on the ledge outside. I don’t know if  it was a Mynah.. it looked too big to be one.

“Orh! It was you!” I accused, as I got out from the chair in my room towards the living room. It screeched and flew up onto the roof.

At least there wasn’t shit on the floor or clothes… at least not to my myopic eyes.

Holy Fuck!!

I’ve got two tickets to see Watchmen next Monday and totally spazzed out on national radio. afkslkghfdhgaAS’GL!!!

I should participate less in these kinds of things. Judging from how much cold-sweat and adrenaline that kept pumping through my veins an hour after the call, it’s apparent that I can’t take good luck coming my way in stride and might suffer from a heart attack one day.

P.S. DJR couldn’t fathom why I said Dr. Manhattan was awesome, citing blue skin in horror. Orh hor, someone’s judging people by skin color! XDDD