Holding Out

My mind is hazy.

My throat is burning with every breath.

I have had so such difficulty going to sleep for the past week... Why have sleep eluded me and left me with the contentment of my own company?

And I have a confession.

If this was any other day, I would have gulped a few good sips of some nice hard liquor and go to sleep. Would you call this an addiction?

So everyone wonders, whats stopping me from the few good sips and whats stopping me from a good night rest. I have to say it is a bet with a certain someone. Not alot of money is at stake. Just 200. But the bragging rights are often priceless...

So bite me. I am still holding out.

Can someone remind him to prepare the 200 in cash please?

First Times

There have been many first times in the entire of my life. After all... whats living without trying.

One of the things I have been most fearful about since coming to Melbourne was the dreaded train conductor.

So many horror stories have made me shy away from tramming. Sometimes I walk, 20 whole minutes, down to the train station to catch a train just so I can avoid taking the dreaded tram.

Those are evidence that my stupidity has no limits.

But today, I met the train conductor. Fumbled a little to juggle the many items I was carrying... flashed my validated ticket... and grinned idiotically.

My silent reply was a glare, a snatch of the ticket for a quick glance followed by a thumbs up and a large grin.

Now now... THAT wasn't so bad after all...

Fate... It can't be put into words...

Destiny... Something I can talk about...

Baked Goods: Always Good?

An entire day spent typing random mundane bits of extracted information to compile into something that one will call an assignment... that I conclude is an mind torturing job.

Makes my life pass slower than a stagnant lake. If that is even possible.

The itty bitties that one stumble online is so vast that you constantly feel overwhelmed by the knowledge you gather.

It was interesting to discover today that circumcision reduces the transmission of female-to-male HIV. Read it here.

My favourite passage:

Circumcised or not, every man owes his foreskin a great debt of gratitude
for its service in the womb. In the third month of gestation, when the nascent
penis begins to bloom, the foreskin forms a little protective blanket under
which the rest of the penis can safely grow. But once you and your penis are
fully baked, the advantage of a foreskin is not clear. Some scientists speculate
that it protected the prehistoric penis as it swung, naked, through thick
forests and over tall grasses; and unless you take your penis on that sort of
excursion, they argue, you don't need a foreskin.

Fully baked...

Can you say that again?

FULLY BAKED

Saving Tainted Joy

The greatness of this weekend is that I gain one hour of sleep along with millions of other people who are affected by the daylight savings adjustment.

How much does one hour mean? Potentially a lot because it is just about the amount of time that I need to fall asleep on some days. But it might also be insignificant in the grand scheme of things. As someone commented the other day, 'You can't sleep much anyway!'

That comment was followed by laughter that rang incessantly in my ear... till now. The hellish mocking laughter, surprisingly cheery.

It is refreshing to realise that insignificant details of your life can reverberate so loudly in so many joyous ways.

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On a note of hilarity, a visit to here linked me to this website. Just only the best entertainment that I can wish for to help occupy my extra hour. =)

Bah... Who cares about sleep?

And How Time Flies

In the blink of an eye is an very apt phrase to use on time passing by... I barely noticed that it has been almost half a month of remaining silent on this space.

Not that I have ran out of things to say... well, just ran out of time to put it into typed words...

Today was a good day. Like many of the other days that have recently passed. I love how I am now the planner of my own days in the lab. I love the hustling work that keeps me company.

I never thought that I would say this but working at where I am now is actually... well... fun. It was beyond my wildest dreams to actually enjoy it and the word 'fun' was not exactly the first that springs to mind initially when I started. But hey, we all change our minds eventually... and who is to lament if it is for the better?

While time is constantly leaving me behind, I am constantly looking forward to Mr SO visit again. Reading dooce, I realised that she put it into words perfectly with her last entry. In a description of what happens to your heart at the sighting of THE SIGNIFICANT OTHER at the arrival gates brings a whoosh...

like I had been holding my shit together for so long, and finally I was in the
company of someone I trusted enough to love me even though I wanted to cry.

And no one could say it better now that it has been phrased this way. And so I am still waiting for time to fly on by.