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There's Such a Thing as Good Pain

Would like to blog more about my trip, complete with pictures stolen off KY, Chan and the skinny off Facebook, but I am feeling so bloody sore right now I really couldn't be arsed.

Went for a half-hour Crazy Monkey Defense intro session, which was followed by an hour's worth of Fizfit core strength class, which left me gasping at the burn in my muscles.

Shows how unfit I am. Looking forward to toughening up!

Let's see how long it takes to actually get myself to some level of fitness, and be able to actually kick some ass (I kid, I kid!).

Albert, the instructor, was explaining some of the stuff on the forms I had to sign, telling me "Basically we have to make sure that you're not a criminal or crazy..."

I found that funny enough to warrant laughing my head off for a full minute before catching my breath enough to sign the damn thing.

Whatever it is, like he says, "You can't really hold a knife with those gloves on anyway, so there shouldn't be a problem there..."

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Back to Reality

Just got back to Kuching about an hour ago, from the most awesome diving holiday ever! Salt water and sunshine and sea breeze never fails to make me so incredibly happy - it's an indescribable immense joy that's nothing else has managed to bring me.

It's a lot like falling in love, only better - less an uncertain exhilaration than a relaxing bliss. I should never, ever have denied myself from the one thing that never fails to lift my spirits this far up, no matter the reason. I've decided on one thing - this year will be spent by the beach at every opportunity =)

Anyway some note-worthy matters that happened this trip:

  • Did the most amazingly genius thing of bringing a bulky G9, and forgetting the charger. Didn't charge it either prior to lugging it along, so on the first day I got to Sabah, it was already dying on me. Ended up not taking any pictures at all =(
  • Met some new friends via Twitter, of all things, including KY. Uber goofy dude. Very annoying, to both people and fish (he's like the marine equivalent of paparazzi, and probably more intrusive, if you ask me).
  • Also met Hin Ching, who turned out to be this really sweet guy who brought me and the Dotster around to shop. Thanks!
  • Got stung on the face by jelly-fish. I look very sexy now, with a red welt on face, and peeling skin.
  • Got super-tanned. My grandparents and aunts will be so appalled when they see me. Ngehehehe.
  • All the negative emotions I was feeling just before I left for Sabah pretty much dissipated during the trip. Realised that I couldn't be arsed anyway, when there's lovely beaches and great company.
  • Gained some muscle-tone, lost most of my tits in the process. So sad =(
  • Ditto to my butt - it went from barely-there to completely non-existent.
  • Consumption of squid-ink pasta leads to black poo coloured by the ink... You really don't want to know how I made that discovery. =P

Am so loving this picture of myself, credits of KY aka super-|33+ photog (yes must puji a bit hehehe)

OK, time to unpack and get back to reality. Tomorrow I start work at a new place! More posts soon, I hope. Have to jet off on the 10th to Bangkok. Will probably be missing first day of Chinese New Year. But it's all good! Spirits still rather buoyed by my vacation!

Happy happy happy!

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Flipside

Now you see it, now you don't! =)

OK, happy-blog time, at least. Moving most of the more personal stuff elsewhere. I can't promise that I won't relapse, but for now I shall post more happifying stuff here, or at least non-emo ramblings.

Just less than two days to paradise, and a day to getting some answers.

Keeping fingers crossed. I promise better reading material here than this mindless drivel, soon!

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Doop dee dee deet dee doo doo deet

Among the songs I listen to currently that make me smile:



Not listening to Damien Rice and his ilk post-breakup, because I've no desire for that brand of masochism I've indulged in too much already, in the past. Why be the only one crying here?

Come back soon, babe, and I'll sing this to you, if we don't get too smashed =)

Our nice clothes and a night out on the town
Walking through the busy streets of downtown
You think you’ve known me forever
I’ll drive through hours of traffic so we can be together

Bright lights and the people make us feel real
Moments lost in context ideals
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger can we stay out just a little later
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger, Stranger

We’re just little kids on the city streets
To have some fun oh the things we will see

Stasis Pod

Xanax holiday today.

View the pill as a tranquilizer dart to prevent self from further destructive behaviour.

There's death, and then there's small pieces of death in the form of deep, dreamless slumber.

Until I'm ready to live again, I'm putting my life on hold.

Nobody can say I didn't take precautionary measures.

A lot of things hurt now, and it's not just my body.

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Jack and Jill Went Up the Hill

If you asked anyone who knows me well enough, first thing they'd tell you is that I'm a klutz. And not just the occasionally clumsy sort, but the bumbling type that always, ALWAYS ends up in some sort of self-inflicted freak accident.

However, yesterday has got to be some sort of new record for me, what with two rather stupid incidences happening within hours of each other.

In the late afternoon, I was showering before heading out, and doing the usual womanly stuff in the shower (shampoo, soap, shave, etc.) when I realised that my razor was missing from the rack holding all my bathroom essentials. Spotted it lying on the floor in the corner underneath the rack, and bent over to pick it up.

On straightening up, I hit my head - hard - on the rack, and managed to dislodge the whole rack off its fixture. The whole thing practically fell on my head, along with bottles of shampoo, cleansers, soaps, razors and creams scattering everywhere while I screamed and tried to duck.

Gained a bump on the head, a graze on the thumb from attempting to catch the falling items, and a sore toe from having a whole bottle of shampoo landing on it.

Was at Hontas Room last night till fairly late, and was leaving for supper (missed dinner and was starving) when I managed to miss a step on the wooden stairs (I've pretty bad astigmatism and can barely see shit in the dark) and managed to tumble down the whole flight of stairs right down to the entrance. Yes, I'm amazing at getting into embarrassing situations like that.

I seem to have scared everyone with the first response I could get out upon landing.

"Whoa. That was EXACTLY like watching footage taken by a video camera tossed down the stairs!"

Everyone was so terrified that I was just babbling nonsense as a result of concussion, they all but called the ambulance.

And then, "Does this mean I can't go for supper anymore? I'm still hungry..."

Felt fairly alright, albeit a bit shaken, and managed to have my supper... until later on when I was driving back. Got a bit dizzy and had a spot of blurry vision, and my wrist swelled up and started throbbing with agony.

Anyway I'll save the rest of the drama for another day, but yeah, I learnt who my true friends are and which in my social circle are just people claiming so without a modicum of sincerity. Had everything checked out at the hospital's emergency ward by an unprofessionally blase doctor, who all but told me I was fine, bar the bruises and scratches and extremely low blood pressure, which meant I had to go back again today.

A long painful wait for the radiologist later, and here's the result:



A stupidly huge bandage to support a sprained wrist. The doctor suspected fractures in the wrist and maybe a cracked tail-bone, but post X-ray, she came to the conclusion my tail-bone was fine. As for the wrist, apparently my bones are a bit too small to see clearly, so she's sent them for analysis and a formal report. However, she didn't spot any major fractures so she's taking it as either hair-line fractures or just a sprained wrist. Quite funny at how she had to squint at the X-ray images of my hand.

As to why that ridiculously large amount of bandage was used - well, the nurse actually finished wrapping my hand midway through the roll, but figured it was a shame to trim it, so she just decided to finish up the entire roll adding on more layers of support to my hand.

A bit -______-" I know hahahaha.

Here's the only wound I got that actually bled:


Yeah, a scraped right shin, to which I wailed "OH NOOOOOOOO... my leg is ruined!", much to the annoyance of many who were present. Someone hollered back in exasperated panic that "OMG IRENE THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE VAIN!" Hehe.

Other injuries sustained include a few more bumps on the head, a badly bruised shoulder, bruised feet, deep-flesh contusions on the lower back, a couple of sprained fingers, a very stiff neck (feels like whip-lash) and an assortment of bruises on my entire body, including a purplish one on my back.

One happy thing came from this though - I've never been given so many painkillers in my entire life. Apparently I looked like I was in enough pain to warrant plenty of good pain pills haha.

Alright, shall end this post to lie down. In so much pain today even chatting on the computer fucking hurts.

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Oral Act

Re-pierced my tongue an hour ago for the fifth (sixth?) time. Went pretty well, aside from the initial discomfort it was all quite pain-free, but my speech is now a bit garbled because of the swelling.

Anyway, on the way home with Miss Dot in tow, decided to grab a soft-serve cone from McD to soothe my tongue a bit (and reduce fat-tongue syndrome).

Very salah conversations ensued.

Was making a really funny sound eating my ice-cream which caused the Dotster to look over at me. Unthinkingly, I managed to spout this gem of a line in explanation:

"I can't lick it so I'm sucking it."

Later on, made more rather odd sounds whilst trying to reach the bottom of the cone for the last bit of ice-cream without taxing my tongue too much (I hate eating the McD ice-cream cones), and then handed what was left of the cone to Miss Dot, who stared at the funny grooves left in what was left of the ice-cream:

"Yes, I'm using a combination of biting and sucking."

Funny diction aside, I swear I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut for now, to save myself from further embarrassment from suggestive verbal diarrhoea LOL.