Silence is golden

It's been a while since I've put up something here. Sorry folks to keep you waiting, but I just haven't got the time and my mind's pretty blank for sometime.

Anyway, will be going off to district hospitals for a few weeks, yet I'll try to update myself as frequently as possible. No promises!

My Ears Are Stucked!!!

Few days ago I woke up with a bizzare feeling. Something's not right. I felt like my head's a lil' bit heavier than before. Then I began to realize my sense of hearing was a bit dimished. Shit, both my ears are stucked! Ear wax! Bah!

I desperately searched for a cotton bud to clear my ear canal, yet I haven't got one. Sigh. My pinky ain't thin enough to wriggle into my ear and I wouldn't wanna stick something else into it! Sigh...

I could try to ignore this obnoxious feeling, yet it was like glued into my mind. I can't shake it off! The temptation to stick something inside my ear canal is really multiplying in intensity, and the only thing that's stopping me to do that is my phobia of having a perforated eardrum! I feel like tearing off my ears.

I bet this is what my ear wax would look like if I dug it out. Yes, one big chunk of grotesqueness. Imagine the karats it bear. If it were real gold, I'd be able to buy the whole island of Magadascar with it. I wonder what is the consistency 0f this mean-looking thingee? Hard? Soft? Well done? Raw? Or slimy?

I've tried using ear wax softener solutions, and hopefully they might drop out spontaenously. I hate to be half-deaf.

Anyway, I think I need to get one of this light-weight portable AA-batteries-powered ear digger. Looks splendid.

Pain

Today was a horrible day. For the first time in my whole life, I had my first gastric pain.

I was on my way to the elevator when this strange sensation enveloped me; basically it was localized around my epigastric area, without any radiation, and dull. There were no aggravating factors, but I think lying down flat kind of precipitated it.

I swear my face almost corpse-like until Naga, shocked at my appearance, shovelled me to the clinic. By then, the pain was so fucking unbearable that I felt like I was dying! The doctor gave me a jab near my butt; I wanted it to be at my arm but she said it would be pretty painful, so I offered my butt instead. She politically declined it and stabbed my latissimus dorsi instead. Hmm.. at least I didn't have to showed her my butt!

Driving back home was ok, as the pain got better. Having arrived home, I collapsed at the couch and basically lay there till I dozed off. Still, I remember texting my mother to ask her what she would do when I died? Would she get angry because I died earlier than her? *laughs* Still, that stirred a few thoughts in my mind as reassured her that I won't kill myself because I'm too vain to do that. My obligations to my parents aren't done over yet, so I can't die.

Anyway, the pain sort of disappeared and I hope it won't come back again. Gosh, that horrendous agony. It doesn't seem like a peptic ulcer anyway... most likely it's a spasm.. Some fucking excruciating spasm!

Movie Day!

I guess it's been a while since I went to the cinema, and thus my brain is craving for movies! All work and no play makes Rickie a dull boy they say, so me and Emie hopped to the cinema for some brain-numbing movies. We ended up watching Lady in the Water today, although we missed the first 10 minutes! Fuck.

I think M Shaymalan kinda suck in giving us a good introduction in the first part of the movie. Everything seemed to be kinda hazy and I was like there with the feeling of 'catch no ball'.

The development of the story was dull but the sweetest thing is towards the end of the movie, where I think Shay does surprise us a little with that twist.

Still, since it's a bedtime story, don't expect to scream at all; instead prep yourself with a few hankies to wipe off those warm tears. Oh, don't bring your kids along. since they probably won't appreciate much, except for the vegetable-like canines.

And I love the part where it tore Mr. Faber apart. Classical! Yeh, rip him apart you scrunts!

Then, after the movie, I actually wanted to get a few shut-eyes before I head back home. Instead, we watched The Beautiful Boxer instead. Honestly, I'm not into guys that wear make-ups or bras, but I empathize him. Well, that's the excruciating dilemma when you think like a girl but stucked in the body of a guy.

Anyway, the idea of some guy being that beautiful reminds me of Ritz. He is beautiful. ;)

Well, seeing a movie does not end with lifting your sweat-soaked butt off the cinema seat; the movie still churns in your brain, provoking numerous thoughts and reflections on your life.

Movies are analagous to a mirror. Sometimes you do see yourself in them.