Down The Rabbit Hole

Taken from the madhatter.

Watched Sunshine yesterday with Significant Other. Was a pretty good movie until near the end, when it just became wtf??!?!?!? Still, I liked it for the human drama. Also, according to Wikipedia, Sunshine was rated K13 in Finland for the following reasons: science-fiction setting, peril, zombies and misfortune. Misfortune??! LOL. And I swear there are no zombies in the movie.

Today marked my 5th week anniversary of having tinnitus. Thus I went to the ENT (again) to celebrate. Good news is, it’s getting better (this announcement keeps getting cut off straight after with a “how does he know?” without even waiting for me to finish what I was going to say. Blah), because I haven’t had any “loud” episodes for the past week. That and he double checked my hearing to make sure there was really nothing wrong with me. Bad news is (for me anyway), is that I’m saddled with another 3 weeks worth of medication. His instructions were to continue taking them until I don’t hear the ringing anymore, or if it’s still there even after I’m done with the medication then I’m to leave it be, unless I experience other symptoms like dizziness and crap.

Also of note is that the hospital was jam packed with people and I had to wait over an hour and a half just to get my meds. That’s about 60++ people in front of me in the queue this morning. Bloody hell.

An ex-colleague was going away to work in Singapore, so yesterday night found me in a bar with Significant Other (a.k.a. designated driver) and several other ex-colleagues from the same company drinking the night away. By the time we got there, the others had ordered what was possibly the two most disgusting shots ever – wasabi and chilli. And of course everyone was either forced or coaxed into trying. Just one sip, so they say. The wasabi was horrible, but unfortunately it couldn’t hold a candle to the chilli. One sip is all it takes for it to engulf your entire mouth in flames undouseable by any water known to mankind. As someone jokingly said, OMFG GHOST RIDER!!! I tried both out of curiosity (despite never liking chilli much), and the chilli was still flaming in my mouth half an hour after I took my sip. But perhaps what is much worse than that is that I now have chilli phobia, which I only noticed when I ordered food to go for my boss and felt absolutely sick when I sniffed the chilli. Urgghh, I will never be able to look at chilli the same way ever again.

I bought Beck’s new CD a few weeks ago. In case you didn’t know, The Information ships with a blank, grid-like front cover, and comes with some stickers for you to stick on it so you can customize your own Beck CD cover. Cool, eh?

This is what the CD looks like when you buy it. There was this other sticker which said “NEW BECK CD – THE INFORMATION – STICKERS INSIDE” or something like that, but I decided to peel that one off.

My personalized CD cover after I was done with it. While peeling off the stickers to stick on the cover, I discovered an even cooler fact: you can actually peel of the stickers which you have stuck on the cover and reposition them if you don’t like it! Of course, this is limited to a few times – after awhile they will no longer be sticky enough to stay on the cover.

On my way home, eyes blurry from lack of sleep, I stared dumbly in front of me. A lorry had just minutes ago cut into my line, but since it was jammed and I wasn’t going to get anywhere soon anyway, I didn’t quite care. I just continued staring at what was now the back of the truck. ‘MUATAN PANJANG, AWAS’ (’lengthy load, be careful’ in English – mostly seen on backs of lorries which carry loads which stick out of the back end) was sprayed onto the back of the lorry. After awhile, it finally registers in my foggy head that ‘MUATAN’ had been mispelled, so it actually read ‘MAUTAN PANJANG, AWAS’ (maut = death, so now it means ‘long death’, or perhaps ‘deadly length’).

I was so stunned that by the time I thought of taking a photo, other cars had overtaken me and I could no longer see the back of the lorry. Damn.

I was sorting through my old photographs a few days ago. To my surprise, I found this:

A quaint old photo of me & Yew Seng taken at our school prom back in 1999. I had no idea I even had a photograph of the two of us. Lol.

“What did you order?”

“Duck confit. Pok pok pok – oh wait, that’s chicken. Quack.”

Significant Other and I are at Chili’s wolfing down our dinner. At 8.30pm, the place is packed full of diners – “people are probably feeling rich this time of the month,” I said wryly. The commentary from the nearby TV blends into the overall noise of people talking and laughing while eating their dinner. A child cries out loudly over the din. Moments later we see a tall man carrying his young daughter, who was bawling her eyes out, out of the restaurant. It’s nice to see that some people can be proper parents who don’t let their kids go running and screaming around the restaurant disturbing other people, for a change.

“There goes the human siren,” Significant Other remarks.

I laugh. “Poor kid,” I said. “Wonder why she’s crying?”

Significant Other shrugs. ” ‘Daddy’s not paying attention to me’? ” he says teasingly.

Silence reigns between us as I collect my thoughts. ” ‘Mommy loves my brother more than me’? ” I suggested.

The suggestions quickly slide downhill into a who-can-make-the-most-ridiculous-caption game.

” ‘My brother poured chilli sauce down my throat!’ ”

” ‘Daddy tricked me into thinking the wasabe was green tea ice cream!’ ”

” ‘Daddy touched me in a baaaaaad place!’ ”

” ‘Mommy doesn’t approve of my skanky dressing!’ ”

Needless to say, it was a pretty entertaining dinner.

I am so sick of taking my meds. Sigh.