of the Dragon Year
| January 22nd, 2012
of memorable pieces of plastic
| January 21st, 2012
When I was a child, my week would be extra-special when my Ma indulged in our whining for terribly-fried pieces of unhealthy meat and sugar-filled buns that tempted my young taste buds. The meals, housed in paper, would often come with a toy or two.
これがマクドナルドからの思い出です。小さい時、健康が一体なんだろう？と思って、あまり健康的な食べ物はしないですね。
of some attempts to move forward
| January 8th, 2012Seven days into 2012, and what do I have for you?
A tale of my visit to a dating agency, courtesy of a friendly spur-kick by my buddy, as well as an enjoyable conversation with a stranger in another stranger’s house.
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of 2012′s goals
| January 1st, 2012Happy New Year, everyone. Did you happen to stay up past midnight and hear the muffled booms from far inside the city bay? Way past those years where I’d stay out, figure a good spot to sit with my friends and force those droopy eyelids to remain up, so I chose to stay in after a good dinner, and think about the coming months.
Simple changes, things I’d like to learn and hopefully to get my life sun-shiny again:
- Salsa
- Guitar
- Krav Maga
- Malay or Korean
of an acute pain
| December 30th, 2011No one’s left to be taken for granted. Even as the pain grew from a dull ache in my abdomen, to a persistently stabbing one, I thought to myself that it would have been wonderful to have had company to the hospital. In the wee hours of the morning.
A forced type of independence, and one that I have to accept because there’s no other way.
Stumbled down the stairs, through the front gate, and into the waiting taxi where I doubled over in pain while instructing the taxi driver to head to the nearest hospital. I had to get a wheelchair, because there was no hope of me walking without feeling the piercing pain in my back and my stomach. They wheeled me to a gurney, where I got up, and curled under a paper-rough blanket, hoping for the pain to stop.
It did, eventually. As suddenly as it attacked me, it left just as quietly. It did help that I got a painkiller from the house officer on duty.
Sans pain, I became aware of my surrounding, of the moaning neighbours, of the quiet elderly folk. I still can’t get over the stark memories of this year, especially of this hospital, and the tears and solitude and unknowns that were jumbled up in a month for me. Professional brightness flooded the nurses’ voices as they tried to cajole information out of the A&E patients that were wheeled in. Confused looks from the waiting audience. Resigned acceptance for the long wait ahead. Demanding short fuses.
Everyone copes with their pain. Some, way better than others.