shush

nothing like a 39 degrees fever and a throat ulcer the size of king kong to remind me of my gross mortality and base humanity.

i have to say, i have the best sister in the world. and THE MOST irritating brother.
and my dad is just..spastic.

and i love them to bits.

zero capacity for any attempt at intellect. let me share my grand total diet for the past few days with you instead. (it rhymes!)

10 ritz crackers
1 bowl of porridge
1/4 slice of bread, no crust
1 bowl of soup with veg, mushrooms, about 2 sotong balls
5 million cups of water.

from monday until now!

each time i fall seriously ill, i learn a little more about myself and the people around me, and this time is no exception. this time it is one hell of a painful one - even breathing hurts, and swallowing is like stuffing a porcupine down your throat - but no less enlightening.

i think this holidays have been one of the most enriching and revealing ones so far (pun intended), and definitely definitely i cannot forget this. do not normalise! no more normalisations, they are the root of all this seemingly inexplicable gnawing emptiness.

No More Normalisations.

it is astounding how it takes 3 days of delirium to drive the message home.

huimin i love you. boyboy when i say laughing hurts and i ask you not to make me laugh, DONT MAKE ME LAUGH DAMMIT
and papa stop laughing at me, it is really not funny.

many loves, loves