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The Unwell

So this was me. That was thursday evening. Attached to a drip with a temperature of 39.4 degrees. Pretty ass high I reckon.

5 days later. Today, since the crazy fever started I’m still not entirely well. After the fever episodes, the nausea and the vomitting came in.

So yeap, I’ve been puking for 3 days now. Funny thing is, I aint getting any thinner for some weird reason. In fact, I think I’m gaining weight. How fucked up is that? Nope. I’m not pregnant either. Yeap, I took a pregnancy test in the hospital today cuz everyone seemed to have the idea that I was. Well no surprise there with all the bloating and nausea.

Fear not. I do not have dengue or h1n1 either. So what’s wrong with me? That’s a pretty damn good question because nobody seems to know either. Le sigh.

Forgive the lack of post and the floods of sick rants but I’m still not very much myself yet. Can’t even walk in a mall for over an hour without wanting to drop and cry. U_U till then. I’ll be back. I hope.

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The Wacom Tablet Tragedy

if this doesnt count as a tragedy i really have no idea what would.

i finally get around to making a new layout after switching to wordpress. i dig around for my wacom tablet lo and behold

TRAGEDY.

i saw ants happily making their way out of the crevices of my tablet.

THEY FUCKING MADE A NEST IN MY WACOM TABLET!?!?! MY ONE AND ONLY BOUGHT WITH MY FIRST PAY CHECK TABLET. FML.

i tried drowning them all since there’s pretty much no way i can save my tablet anyway.

after soaking it in hot water for almost half an hour. the ants just still kept spewing out like they were infinite T_T. must be those damn air bubbles that saved them. so i gave up trying to mass murder them threw my precious tablet into a plastic bag and used mosquito spray to spray the living daylight out of them.

i feel somewhat contented to have murdered the bastards.

u know normally i never kill ants because they are such hardworking insects BUT THIS IS JUST TOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.

now i need to get a new one =(

*cries in corner*

happy early birthday to me =(

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Unsettled Morning

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they say your closest friends can tell a fate of your relationship in the first meeting. an inate ability for them to sense and access the strangers personality in a split instance out of the care they have for you. and all we will do is sit back and defend our ground with the lowesr possible form of integrity; blind hope.

how they are able to tell how much of yourself you have thrown into the moving stream and just how weak you will become from the years of watching you grow.it is always these 3rd parties that watch and observe who are able to deduce situations much closer to the truth than those deluded by the still fantasy of promises and trust. such is the sad truth of a repeating cycle.

a while ago i promised myself not to let my walls down, never again to leave it unguarded in sheer terror and fear of the heartbreaks that would ensue and that pathethic ‘give myself up entirely’ personality to emerge.  but as always it really is much easier said than done isnt it?  more so when you are standing in front of your wall hissing and scratching at anyone that tries to come close, oblivious to the little puppy that comes trotting towards your wall from behind. you are taken by surprise and resolve breaks as you squat there and look into his bright inquisitive eyes. we always never realise that it is this puppy that will have the power to crumble your walls until the deed is already done.

“i think you have gotten much stronger than you used to be” – 29 Jan Midnight, H

and i had thought those words to be true until i dreamt of you.

i have not woken up crying since what had happened in Sydney until today. neither have i woken up in exactly the same position i fell asleep in like the way i used to do 4 years back.

how is it even possible to have an absolutely normal dream of someone standing in the corner of your room looking exactly the way you found absolutely beautiful? how he is standing right there and how he kisses you the moment you turn around in your sheets. the exact identical feeling of his hand on your thighs and the warmth of his hugs on a cold quiet morning. it is strange that he looks perfectly adapt to his surroundings despite him only once stepping in for only a handful of minutes and critisizing the very room you dreamt him in.

a persons memory is a scary thing. how it it is able conjure up these images and even recreate the feelings of a persons touch in our subconsciouce dream. but what if i dont want to remember? what if with every reminder i feel my heart drop and that unsettling clench comes haunting back?

i was suppose to be so much stronger, so much more jaded. so why am i not as numb as i had believed i was?

why does he do this to me even in that few hours of dead sleep?

i never intended for this to happen. i never intended to give myself to him. and i never intended to fall in love again that easily. shit really does happen huh?

 

Hey mann what you doing here
I don’t remember letting you in

Hey mann how d’you get in here
You’re in my heart without consent

I always took pride in my selfcontrol
To my heart only I had the key

But something’s gone wrong with my radar screen
You slipped by and you captured me

Hey mann what you doing here
I don’t remember letting you in

Hey mann how d’you get in here
You’re in my heart without consent

I’ve done all I could to keep my head clear
Logic tells me that this should never be

But there’s no mistaking the shape I’m in
Love has filled my every waking day

Hey mann what you doing here
I don’t remember letting you in

Hey mann how d’you get in here
You’re in my heart without consent

Now hear, here’s the strangest thing
The day has come I thought I’d never see

I walk smiling in a lightglow and I’m calling out your name
I’ve lost the battle and I’m quiet well pleased

Hey mann what you doing here
I don’t remember letting you in

Hey mann how d’you get in here
You’re in my heart

Hey mann what you doing here
I don’t remember letting you in

Hey mann how d’you get in here
You’re in my heart

-Hey Mann, Lizz Wright

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Dark Monday

you would think that the date 11.01.10 would be a good date. but noooooooooooooo, it pretty much pawned me over BIG TIME.

it all started at about 3 am where i suddenly woke up with a start, sweating. rolled around for a bit and forced myself to go back to bed because i had an exam today and due to some unforseen circumstances the day before, i had not even touched my books. total blackness and the weird dreams started hitting me at full force. dreams don’t even qualify more like a bombard of nightmares in this case. havent happened before =S this was just nightmare after nightmare after nightmare

3 stories. 3 haunting images flash across in the span of 4 hours.

the first one was the image of 2 cars having a head on collision in front of me. next thing i know, im slamming on my breaks because the cars in front of me were in such bad states they blocked the entire road. red everywhere, screams and fear stricken eyes is all i remember after that. it was just me. standing there watching in slow motion as the 2 cars hit each other and the drivers splitting their heads and dying on the spot.

then i wake up, and i can still hear them crying. 

i shut my eyes and i blank out again.

and like a repeat im in the same car, this time someone else is beside me. i can’t see his face but i know it’s a guy. all i see is shadows and im screaming at him. angry, frustrated and then im laughing and giggling. i let go of the steering wheel and he grabs hold of it. suddenly a hollow sound comes out from him and my car stops on it’s own.  i look on the road and a man is mutilated in front of me. his limbs twisted and his blood a dark stain across the ground. you can’t see his eyes. they’re not there. his lips frozen in place as flies swarm around.

suddenly thunder erupts above and it’s almost pitch black. i can hear the thundering sounds of heavy raindrops on the roof. my headlights turn on and there it remains focused on the dead man. the man next to me, he laughs. touches my face and tells me not to be afraid. suddenly im in his seat and he’s in mine. he steps on the accelerator and we race towards the corpse in the daunting rain. i remember shutting my eyes, chocking on my tears and muffled screams. i could hear the sound of bones breaking underneath. the cracking of  bones and the squelching of wet tires across his bloodied body. an echo surrounds me and with my eyes still tightly shut i hear his hollow laughter.

i sit up in bed, my eyes fly open. im in the room, the boy’s sleeping quietly beside. my body is exhauted, my heart is racing.

i reach out for him and hold his hands tightly in mine. i hold on like i’m afraid he’s going to dissapear and the next thing i know, i’m asleep because i’m now in a room thats all too familiar except it’s daylight and the walls are a bleached kind of white..

he calls to tell me he’s going away for a few days. take care of his dogs he says. she sits beside me and i mumbled my okays and then we hear dogs growling. we run down together and i see a kitten cowering by the wall. the little thing is cornered. she who is afraid of cats stands there unsure of how to react. finally she lunges towards one of the dogs and grabs hold of his collar. just in time, he almost bit the other. i run towards them. grab the little one and bring it back inside.

we’re hungry. i leave the kitten upstairs and we head to the mamak nearby. i’m eating and suddenly my heart squeezes in pain. i start to perspire as my heart rate goes up. i hear a loud wail. somethings in pain. my goosebumps and hairs starts to stand up. then it’s gone. silence. i stare across to where i am. i see something black run towards us. it’s his black dog. he’s gotten loose. he comes and rubs himself against me. and a smell hits my nose. i look down and my white shorts are covered in blood. i scream. i run blindly back towards the house. the door is wide open.

i run upstairs and all i see is fur and blood splatted across the walls and bed. the pungent smell of death suffocates me as i stand in the middle of the room and watch as the blood slides slowly down the walls. i collapse and my whole body shudders as i let out gasps of air.

again i wake up, this time my eyes remain close. and the lingering smell of blood still invades my senses.

finally they open and it’s light. i reach for my phone. it’s 7.12. my alarm is going to ring soon. i sit up again. afraid to go back to sleep. suddenly he wakes up and he asks whats wrong. he holds me tight and tells me it’s alright but he notices im still tossing and i wont go back to sleep. he goes out and brings something in. it’s the necklace he usually wears and he places it on the bed frame. finally, finally i fall asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

less than 4 hours of sleep and im up having to study. lounge around the house a while, read some notes and head over to college. drive to the hostels to meet a friend who was going to tutor me a bit. i drive down the parking and my road is blocked. i cant get past. there’s nowhere else to park so i make a u turn and drive into the residents car park. see a spot with no reserve sign and park there. get out of the car and suddenly a guard comes up to me and tells me i cant park here and tells me to park outside.i tell her i can’t. theres no parking she stares at me and walks towards the edge and shows me that there is indeed still a lot of parking. im confused. very very confused. and then i realise it’s the area beyond where the tow truck had stopped. i drive back down and i’m already i’m half an hour late.

do some practice questions from past year papers and realise with a start it’s a lot easier then what i had remembered. i knew how to do a great deal of them. and i remembered the formulas i needed. felt relieved thinking that okay, i’m ready for my paper.

drive to the building and head towards my usual car park. its 1.22pm. i know, i looked at the time printed on the car park ticket.

my table number is 011. how ironic. almost like todays date. exam paper on the table. first few questions are fine. and then the headache starts. i can’t do almost half my paper. time’s running out. the questions staring back at me are totally alien.  times up. over a quarter of my paper is still empty. it was fucked. resits again next sem i guess.

disheartened. head back towards my car. my parking is 4 bucks for the first 2 hours and 2.50 for additional hours. i went 15 minutes past 2 hours. had to cough up more money then i had anticipated. drive out and i cant decide to go back home to cheras or home to damansara. finally decide on cheras. the minute my car hits cheras, it rains. and i notice i’m almost out of petrol. fuck that. go home.

home. i come online.

less than 20 mins later, power trip and there’s no electricity. to make matters worst a few car alarms are ringing simultaneously. and it goes on for the next 10-15 minutes.

sigh. im tired.

it’s been a bad bad day. 

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Rollercoaster Heart Attack

is it possible to wake up feeling like you’ve been drugged, dazed confused and drunk?  my head’s spinning and the hearts thumping and it feels almost like im in cold sweat but i know it’s not that. so what is it baby? tell me what is it?

“you’re lucky because you can still fall in love…”

am i really lucky baby? am i? because right now it feels like i’m going to collapse.

no reply, no call, you even switched off your com because ure not on msn no more and yet still no reply. the familiar tightening somewhere inside my chest, the fall into that long neverending vertical corridor. feels like i’m on a rollercoaster ride and i’m just about to reach the peak. cant see shit. nope, just the vast expense of blue skies on my left and right. tilted backwards, you see the edge of the rails and thats it. i dont know how high or how steep the fall is but secretly i do and my hearts doing that crazy dance and i think i’m going to die.

maybe i need to stop falling in love.

maybe i need to learn that people really arent at all worth my love.

i want to be jaded.

just like you and him.

i think im hysterical.

one minute im laughing, the next im slamming my fist against the pillows and then im crying. and the cycle goes on. hello bipolarity check.

welcome back…

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