You know I'm recovering when I can blog

It used to be that whenever I fell ill, there would be loved ones (parents/ sisters/ close friends/ boyfriends) fussing over me. Now at a grand old age of 2X it's just me on my own. I was hit with a bout of illness two days ago, one that bulldozed me without prior warnings or symptoms and had me feeling so goddamn awful, I wished I was delirious so I wouldn't be so acutely aware of the pain of swallowing my saliva that it killed all attempts to rest. I woke up every two minutes and once, when I opened my eyes after sleeping for the longest time, I realized that I'd really been asleep for five minutes. Goodness.

Seeing that I couldn't rest anyway, I got up to do household chores. I cleaned the room, changed the bed sheets and ironed more clothes than I've ironed in a few weeks. If you know me, you would know what accomplishments those were (haha). And so I rewarded myself with three movies on my Powerbook, several homemade egg tarts and a huge stab of banana chocolate cake. I was on my way to putting back the weight I lost (if any) from eating plain porridge for three straight days.

I should be more disciplined but I'm not, so today, the third day after I fell ill, I've abandoned my antibiotics and all other medication. I am still coughing my lungs out and burning at 38.something degrees but the pain from the sore throat is gone (hallelujah), and the mucus from the cold is no longer free flowing (no more walking around with a box of tissues). Tomorrow I'm going for a marathon walk at 7 bloody-am because my dad just asks me so (he doesn't know I am ill). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'm finishing it in one whole, still-functional piece.

I bombed big time

I am so intent on ignoring the things that I am supposed to do that I missed a major deadline of a submission that could well change my life. The spiral downhill is a lonely and gloomy ride.

Written by the operative speck of brain in the crack of my bull

I am stuck in a volatile state of mind that would make me eligible for Prozac not for the first time in my life. I find myself eating incessantly, almost compulsively, upping two dress sizes in two weeks. Junk food mostly, if not, edible matter within reach/buying distance becomes my temporary source of sanity. I want to run away but my legs wouldn’t carry me far enough and I end up dreaming of the man I lost a very long time ago and remembering the silly promise we had that isn’t worth a single penny anymore. I am put down by the people who matter and surrounded by those who don’t, and I miss my black furball so much, I think I might be going insane.

First time in a while

What a night. I couldn't remember the last time we did this, us three sisters having a girls' night out together; catching a chick flick, having a dinner of popcorn, fries and burger before running for some last minute grocery shopping. It's a little strange, how we grow closer after one of us becomes a Mrs. Absence does make the hearts grow fonder.

Lindsey Lohan was so much cuter than I thought in Just My Luck. I couldn't get those perfect barbie curls out of my head. Right now, I would pretty much give anything to wake up with those curls.

Return of the absentee

I'm back. Big sister got married last Saturday. I was on active and standby duty since 6 am, so I wasn't able to take any shots of the beautiful bride (+groom) myself. The ones taken by the 'official' photographer were only available a couple of weeks from now so no photos for this long overdue post.

I saw a pair of pretty Ted Baker shades today. It almost emptied the few bucks and pennies in my pocket. A girl may never have enough dresses, bags and shades. But a girl has got to eat. So, at least for now ... Food 1, Shades 0 :(