A hell of a way to wake myself up

Had the most horrible dream ever while waking up this morning. It's a sure sign telling you it's time to wake up when you can experience such wrenching emotions in just one dream. So I did. If that's a punishment for sleeping in (and getting an email from your boss wanting to discuss your working hours online but she's already off), I'll try to wake up earlier next time...

Not above a hangover

Because I suck at drinking, usually 2 beers will send me under the table (I progressed from one, so I'd say that's a 100% improvement). For the same reason, I always thought that I am not as affected by hangovers as others are. Come on, there is just not enough alcohol in my system to give me one! Is there?

After one pineapple mojito and some retrospective thinking the next morning, I finally realized I was so wrong. All those queasy feelings I got when I woke up could not be contributed to age and slowly but steadily sliding health. So fine, one drink is enough to give me a hangover. Even though I feel sober before going to bed.

Is that going to make me give up my occasional indulgence? Get real.

New revelation on who I really am

I hate changes. Not those that I am prepared for. I hate them when I have plans set and suddenly am told to take another route. If I foresee possible changes, they don't count. So maybe in fact what I don't like is being out of control. Yeah. The control freak talking here. Sometimes I just feel that I'm getting a little too good at this "analyze me" thing. Reportedly potentially annoying. But hey, everyone has a right to happiness, right? So figuring out the problem is the answer, right?

Weird dreams

#1 The Flying Snake Ladies
I went out with my big sis, and she came up with this novel idea of a flying device for me: a dried snake around my torso with a big balloon attached to it. I asked her, are you sure this is safe? She said, sure it is, can't you see that thing is dead? So we took flight and started soaring above the busy streets. The good feeling didn't last long. I felt the snake moving and I panicked and called for an emergency landing. When we got back on the ground, I found that damn thing is turning alive. I screamed at my big sis, why the f--- did you say it's dead?! It's producing blood on its own and it's coming back to life!!! And then I started sucking on the snake in a heroic effort to drink its blood dry (and keep the snake dead). The thing was pissed and bit on my cheek. My last thought was, damn, my cheek is getting numb. If I die from the venom, it's all my bib sis's fault. And man the snake blood is nasty.

#2 50 Cent and the Big Fish
So I was hanging out with 50 Cent. (Yes, THAT 50 Cent. Don't ask me why some rapper whose face I don't even recognize would do cameo in my dream.) And we were talking and walking in this Chinese garden with a tall shelter-like building that's common in Chinese architecture. And then I saw a small pond that's carved out of stone at a turn of the corridor. We went over to find a gigantic fish in the pond. It's so huge that it couldn't turn or even budge that much in the pond. And it's covered with moss that has turned the creature completely green. I said, oh my god, look at that poor soul. 50 Cent said, yeah, that's too bad. And then we turned to walk away.

Don't ask me to explain these screwed up dreams. I have no idea what they are about.

Repetition kills brain cells

I'm not sure if it's because of the nature of my job, but I'm having less and less patience with anything repetitive (or dare I say, redundant). When you have to make a living dealing with repetitive things and being "detail-oriented" (a.k.a. obsessive compulsive), any other repetitiveness outside work is simply unbearable. Like when they play these awful whining songs on the radio. I'm not against pop songs. No, in fact I love them just like I love my junk food. But for god's sake, do you REALLY have to sing those same two words 5 times to wrap up the whole crap?! Even if you're trying to hypnotize me into buying the crap, that's just some overkill that'd drive me out of my hypnosis. And do you REALLY have to say “welcome! You can try on anything you like” every 1 min?! Honestly, I got the point the first time you said it, and I definitely don't feel any more welcome the more you say it. Yes, you are paid to say that and are just trying to do your job, but they might as well put a PA system there to do it. At least I'd know it’s a damn machine and it can't help it.

To be or not to be

Is it really ok or am I just trying too hard to convince myself it is? Is this what I’m looking at or is it just a phase? Am I being petty and unreasonable or am I made so? No idea. All I know is I haven’t figured out a way to make whatever chokes my breaths go away and don't want it to come back to bite on my ass. Indecisive, thou art my middle name. If only personal affairs were as easy as others'.

Human beings are such funny creatures whose happiness interests no one except themselves but whose plight intrigues everyone including themselves. O.B.S.E.S.S.I.O.N. Can I just get over this once and for all please?!

Progression of an appendicitis scar

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Click here to see how my appendicitis scar has been doing.

And just in case anyone is wondering what those impressions vertical to the scar are, they are created by the medical tapes to prevent bulge.

Gimme back my 2kg

So I'm on this rigorous weight gain regime in a long shot to get fat. A lot of people must be royally pissed off by now after finishing my first sentence. But really, a weight problem is a weight problem. Being too skinny is just as much of a problem as being overweight. People call you a liar when you say you've never been on a diet. Your mom is upset that you consume all that food without any visible results. Your nephew refuses your hugs because you're so bony that he can't find a nice soft place to rest his cute little head on. It is simply harmful to your social life. Anyway, this whole thing just got out of control after I got an appendectomy. What happens after they cut you open and take out a piece of angry flesh is you can't eat and digest well for a period of time. Probably the revenge of the appendix for being ditched after doing nothing for 30 years. So there went some more of my desperately needed weight. I can't say that makes me a skeleton, but pretty close. BMI-wise, I just plunged from "underweight" (possibly anorexic) to border on "starvation."

Source: Wikipedia, Body mass index

To tackle this problem, I started doing what all people working on weight management do: reading the calories information on the back of the package. The higher, the better. Believe me or not, when you eat because you have to and not because you want to, the joy and gratification wears off pretty soon. I complained to G, and was met with a snapping response: "What do you think this is? It's WAR!! You don't eat for pleasure! It's just like going on a diet. You suffer!" Thanks G. Now I remember why you are my best friend. And hopefully my lost 2kg comes back to me pretty soon. I want to get off this horrendous diet.