I was frantically looking for a word for that sausage balloon with fuel in the movie “Stealth”. Then when I was dozing off to sleep, the word came to me - BLIMP. I just had to write it down on a piece of something (which in the morning turned out to be my office document - fortunately it was written on the back page.
My friend told me something interesting about her trip back to KL. She was taking a bus home. When the bus came near her stop, it didn’t stop. It kept on going. So she panicked and shouted, “I want to get down here.”
“Miss, kena tekan loceng lah.”, said the bus driver. Embarassedly she came to her sense that she is not in Shanghai where buses stop at every stands without the need to press any bell button. How time-consuming is that, having to stop at every stands even if there is no one waiting to get on/off the bus. Fortunately buses in KL don’t practice that. However, our buses do have the tendency of skipping too many bus-stops at lightning speed, sometimes they didn’t even see passagers waving at the bus stands, or stop in time for the passengers onboard to get down.
Breakfast :: sotong nasi lemak
A colleague got some chocs for me
“I really do believe we measure life in the wrong dimension. A life shouldn’t be measured merely in length, but rather in depth. In many ways, perhaps because of HIV and the depth of my experiences, I’ve never felt more alive.
I won’t say that cohabitating with HIV is easy. It’s not. The drugs that keep me alive are science’s classic double-edged sword causing not only great benefits but also some not-so-great side effects. At times I can be so exhausted I need to take a nap before going to bed. Once asleep, I can sometimes have my very own version of a “wet dream,” a drenching night sweat that has, on occasion, made me wonder if I should wear a lifejacket and flippers to bed. At times I look at our linen closet and refrigerator, and see that it’s now decorated in “nouveau pharmacy” style. Mack trucks deliver my medications in Godzilla-sized containers. Like so many other virally enhanced folks, I’ve had my fair share of HIV-related complications, but I see no point in dwelling on them. In life, as in playing cards, you can’t choose the cards you are dealt, but you can definitely choose how to play these cares. Perhaps that’s the real secret of living well on borrowed time.
I truly believe life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”
This morning woke up extremely early, went to had my blood donated. In the form, states an exclusion criteria “if you are in high-risk group, then you are advised not to donate your blood”, but what is more risky - A) a homosexual who uses condom during sexual intercourse, B) an injecting drug user who don’t share needle, C) a prostitute who practices safer sex, or D) a heterosexual who conducts unprotected sex?
