Blue-sy Life

Life imitates art.
To some degree. To some extent. Although, not entirely. My overly imaginative brain is working overtime.

It's weird how you thought nothing can hurt you. You've been through life and bumped into disastrous incidences, obstacles, and you came out of it all, with bruises and cuts, but your head remains intact.

You think you're invincible. Immune to life's petty plagues and viruses. You walked through the H1N1 epidemic with your head held high and stared the disease right in the eyes and came out on top. It didn't dare come near you.

Your migraine though, is a frequent visitor. Knocks on your door every now and again, but it still can't bring you down. Now matter how your brain throbs, your veins feel like they're about to burst ... And yet, not an MC in sight. Not a single one.

Bravo!

The conditions, the rules have now been set at a higher level. The roads are getting tougher. The weather ain't your friend anymore. Your body is starting to wear down. You don't want to give up ... but then, it's starting to become really cold.

Too cold. That's odd. This tingling sensation, the frost biting at your bones, you didn't even experience that in winter. You cannot be experiencing worse in warm, sunshiny Malaysia. It's just not possible.

Is it the air-conditioning? Well, I can't lie. It is freezing. Everyone else says it too.

But why is it still all too weird? As your fingers dance across the keyboard, tap tapping away giddily, you notice something peculiar. Since when is it so frickin' cold, that my nails are becoming blue?

I kid you not. Sometimes, they aren't that blue. But a washed-out purple-ish hue, which is still abnormal as it should be a pinkish colour ... which is human.

Taking a cold shower on a scorching hot afternoon. The water feels like ice. What is going on? Now, this is way too much. Your nails are blue. Too blue. The bluest blue a nail could ever be (which is not painted in polish)

Google is my life saver. At least, he provided me the answers I seek ... partially.

Insufficient oxygen.

Since when did I stop breathing? But, I can totally agree with this cause of blue nails. My fingers feel icy cold. I, myself, am freezing to death. My head is spinning, it feels sort of heavy, yet so airily light. I can't feel myself think. I can't think straight. My writing is crap.
That's the ultimate symptom. Never in my life has my writing sucked as much as this.

Darn it.

Blue-sy Life

Impulse Reactions

I'm trying to recollect as to why I had initially chosen "impulse Reactions" for the title of this post. Seeing that when I initially wanted to scribble down my thoughts, the internet connection was a wee bit problematic, thus I was unable to pen anything down for the matter.

I'd hate to remove the post entirely (which is a weird thing to say seeing that there wasn't anything on this post except the title) and so I will still be using "Impulse Reactions" although it is no longer a homage to what I originally intended.

Perhaps I should start by defining what I meant by impulse reactions...if I can remember it correctly, I never meant it as a 'reaction' per say, as I am not 'reacting' towards an incident. It's more leaning towards acting impulsively. However, should I use that as a title, somehow,  don't think it would suit my dramatic personality.

Yes. I am rather a dramatic person. More of a drama queen. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen will best suit me if not for the fact that I am neither a teenager, nor in pursuit of a singing/acting career. For I have neither the interest and (most importantly) the talent. Thus, making me disinterested.

Although, I do like ... nah! I like emcee-ing, but I have a severe case of stage fright which is evident when I had to go up to the stage to collect my award for Best GSE back in 2009.

Wow... it seems like a lifetime ago, when it's only been a few months back.

Impulsive. I believe that does sum up my characteristics. I do act rather impulsively.

Talking without thinking? Well, it's nothing new. I do try one way or another to curb that nasty habit, especially in the work place. You do need to maintain in the management's good books. But, occasionally, one does tend to slip up from time to time.

I remember once I was supposedly talking to both of my neighbours, which turns out, they didn't understand a word I was saying. It could have been mumbo jumbo for all they care ... although it was plain and simple English. And I was too lazy to repeat myself so I didn't bother.

Hehe .. the things that happen at work. I swear it's more like a playground at times. And I guess that is for the better. It makes life more easier and meaningful. I'd hate it if it were too quiet.
After all, they do say, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

I'm pretty much bored out of my kahunas right now. I am absolutely too lazy to even put on any decent clothes to go out, plus I don't really have the fivers to spare anyway. Just waiting for Monday at 9PM when the money starts piling up in my account.

Other than that, I can still survive Monday. I've got enough cash for dinner and lunch. If not, the backup plan will be, I'd actually cook a meal for tomorrow.

We'll see how that goes.

In a nutshell, my erratic behaviour once more demonstrates how impulsive I can be. No planning, no preparation. Just going in head first and hoping for the best.

Impulse Reactions

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