Shit. I think I’m getting that feeling again. That sick feeling at the bottom of the stomach, that strange sensation you feel, as if you’re going to throw up, but can’t. You just want to somehow, because it’ll make you feel relieved, but it just would not happen, short of sticking your fingers into your mouth. and forcing yourself to throw up. It seems I have a strange fixation with throwing up, but that is what comes to mind when this sick feeling comes.

That’s funny. I haven’t felt like this in a while.

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I seem to be going through life half-awake these past few days. The basic action of going to classes is something that I’m glad to say has become a habit, but it feels so hollow sometimes. Sitting at the back of the class, alternating between listening to the lecture and doodling. It’s not fulfilling at all. I look at the others. Some of them are so attentive that I sometimes envy them. To devote such an amount of focused, undivided attention at will is something that is just beyond me.

I can’t go on living like this.

***

Don’t mind me. It’s just a phase.
I hope.

A wealth of goodness hidden in that sweet, thick transluscent liquid…

Comments are welcome, critiques even more. Tell me what you think. Have fun!

I am a lazy fuck. Yes, I am. My legs hurt, and I can’t seem to lift my arms up. I’m moving around the house by holding on to the walls, tables, chairs, my mum. I just came back from Fraser’s Hill, and I’m busy editing photos, writing up blog posts, and just plain recuperating.

So, I’ll be back soon. :D

Well, this is what I had been working on for the past few days. I apologize if it smacks of predictability. I will post it in parts, as I think that it’s a wee bit too long. I don’t know when I’ll be uploading the second part; the internet connection has been screwed up since last week. Do read it and tell me what you think. I haven’t written fiction in such a long time; I’m afraid I might have forgotten how to. The last time I wrote anything that resembled a short story was about 2 years ago, when I was a journalist for the SPB in MMU Melaka. You are my critics, your comments are the criticisms, valuable words of wisdom and advice. I need them to fuel my passion, to hone my skills.

I present to you, my first proper short story in 4 years. Just don’t die after reading it la. Mana lau tau, that bad kot.

Continued here.

Another lazy day just passed by. I’ve just popped in 2 Panadols while writing this, and my head feels like shit. My room looks like shit as well, but my head hurts too much for me to be moving around a lot. Or maybe that’s just my laziness talking. At least I finished up another novel. Got it at Uptown for RM12. It was my first ever attempt at bargaining. And it worked, too. Got a RM3 discount on it.

i. I must start writing again.
ii. I must start exercising again.
iii. I must finish Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones.
iv. I must get started on next trimester’s subjects.
v. I must clean this damn house.
vi. I must get up-to-speed with CCIP work.
vii. I must clean up my PC and burn my anime collection.

Out of this list, I’ve only done three of them so far. And Prince of Persia is one of ‘em. Man, I have GOT to get my shit together.