migraines are just like incessant nagging.you simply cant wait for it to go away. and the peace that followsmakes you want to whoop and cheer.
unfortunately, im not at that stage yet. but fortunately im eagerly anticipating the future that the present doesnt seem so important.

i wonder, when you're sick in body, does that make you sick in heart too? or does it happen the other way round. like, when you're sad, the body kinda just shuts down too because you just want to turn into a recluse. or is it because when you're sick, you're just moody and more hormonal and emotional than usual.

what is the point of this anyway.

i read somewhere today that in a playing card, the only king that doesnt have the signature moustache is the king of hearts. fancy that! i wonder how many people acutally observed that on their own.

i also learnt that the dot over the alphabet i is called the tittle. now im just dying to say this to someone 'hey your tittle is missing.' and watch their eyes spiral downwards before they realise they must have misheard or misunderstood. well excuse me, im sick so therefore i have a sick mind and i really think tittle sounds a bit like ... well well leave it your imagination cause i have a clean and healthy blog here! hehe

and lastly, a snail can sleep for 3 months.
sigh. i'd like to be a snail for a little while. hide under my shell and sleep it all away.

last night, in a headache induced melocholic stupor, i came to the conclusion, that in my quarter of a century age, which is neither too young but not old, i have known 3 people who have committed suicide.

to count my blessings, i am thankful that i was not directly affected, in the sense, i had the luxury not to go through the devastation one experiences when losing a loved one.
natural death is one thing. voluntary taking their life, i wonder, does it heighten or lessen the grief for their loved ones? knowing that they chose the path?

anyhow, the 3 people are
1. a schoolmate's parent. i dont know the reason or how he took his life.
2. a schoolmate. who hung himself due to a broken heart.
3. just recently, someone i worked with for a little while. a drug abuser.

no 3 was told to me thankfully not through gossip, but someone who felt i needed to know.
and i was remembering her last night because she taught me some acupuncture point for headaches, and i was pressing all around my palm but i couldnt get the spot and i guess now i'll never find it.

i wonder how dark the world must have seen for them, to find no way out, and that the only alternative was that. and how horrible it must have been for suicide to even be an alternative.
it makes my life seem to rich and fulfilling in comparison, and all my problems are so easily solvable. everything is within my control, worries nag at you but do not kill you.

and then i started remembering the others in my life who passed naturally, pets included.
and other people who passed whom i do not know but i knew their family.

and i sent a little prayer up for myself, my family, and their families.
and also, counted my blessings.

* didnt want to tell you to your face, cause i might ruin your day, but i wanted to tell you, i kept my word to you last night. because last night was the night which fell under ' sometimes i remember' :)

so it's a start of a brand new week, and in a couple of days, a brand new month.
this wasnt supposed to be a dreary post, just a little reminder to keep things in perspectives always,

cheers people.

i asked ms hippo, arent you tired of people calling u fat all the time? ms hippo looked at me with wise eyes and said 'i choose practicality over vanity'

we think we are the king of the species. but really, sometimes we do not have the courage or wisdom our supposedly inferior conterparts have.

d is right. deflated is the word.
but if we're all pumped up, a prick is all it takes to burst us. but a little balance would be nice please.

we are all adults now. ( although some people really dont act like one )
sometimes i feel like hurling rocks at people. ! i'm sorry for the violence.

sleep. i need sleep.

the secret conversation between the marshmallow lovers, not so secret anymore.

sparked off with a remembrance of an old flame in which before the deed is done i called my friends from overseas to ask for pointers. hahahahhaha
you guys know who you are, if i recall correctly, you guys were in hilton drinking an obscenely expensive orange juice.

Jem says:
nooooooooo i prefer to bathe before sex

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
and brush teeth please

Jem says:
if hv sex before bathing... then it's the really..hmm.. the rougher sex kind!
Jem says:
the impromptu and come on rip the panties to e side kindddd wooo!!!

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
yeah la..but still no going down
Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
making out and rough sex is okay
Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
okay WHY AM i discussing sex with u

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
im actually imagining now

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
we shd be tog ( !!! )

Jem says:
i think before we even do anything we'll b laughing alr lor

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
yeah cos we will be like okay lets bathe first

Jem says:
yeah.. then go eat bei bei mian

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
omg YESSSSSSSSSSS ( jo is orgasmic just thinking about it..)

Jem says:
do u think we'll hv good sex tog

Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
but it is so weird
Because ur mine, i walk the line says:
i wont be kssing u passionately ( kenna rejected..)

Jem says:
this is sooooo funny i am going to blog abt this

sometimes, i feel like hurling rocks at everyone. *scowls*
hehe.

i am on to the last book of the inheritance series.
and all i can think about is, what am i going to do when it's over?

i never knew i was into fantasy stuff. but what with edward and eragon, maybe i'm a secret spell caster at heart.
:)

back to something heavier? or should i just read chick lits and be done with it.

i am thoroughly engrossed with the inheritance series. about a farm boy eragon and his dragon saphira.
and i am so addicted until last night, i dreamt of dragons and swords and monsters.

i think i have an affinity with dragons.

and i think, if i have a dragon, i would like it to be bronze. and i would like to call it.. legend. hehehe i would say legacy, but it kinda reminds me of the car.

now i wonder if i can colour my 2 dragons gold..

is it just worth naught suddenly?

i cant decide if i am retreating into my shell or if i was forced into it.

dead-panned humour.

some things which amuse you highly fall flat on others' ears.
a classic example. jem's jokes!

i think it's absoultely hilarious! ('_')

and on a more serious note, when you give someone hope, it's cruel to take it away.
it's callous. it may not seem like such a big deal, but people have more faith in you than you can ever imagine.

how can you promise a kid a trip the the zoo, only to tell her after you are not going after all because it looks like rain. when maybe all there are just a few dark clouds.
and when the kid looks sad, you feel bad, and guilt prompts you to make another promise of taking her to the candy store.
and in the end, you bring her to the sweet section of the supermarket while you're doing your weekly grocery shopping.

geez people! have a little heart.
surely her happiness is worth more than a few lousy excuses.

and, back on a lighter note, i really need a weekend getaway.
but all weekend getaways all seem to cost so much too.

should i just heck it and book the trip to bali?

ah, the ponderings of daily lives.

i want to get a blackberry phone.

then i can call myself blackberry jem!

hehe.

looks like it's going to be an eventful weekend.
with strip shows and pinning the penises. oops, did i just say that out loud?
anyway, it's jenn's hen night on saturday and i nominated myself to be the party planner!