ewww blegh snails

I ate a snail. Intentionally.

It was an escargot. I imagine it was just oozing around merrily in its own garden , gnawing at leaves, and generally crawling around leaving a trail of slime. Then some nefarious Frenchie farmer comes along, picks it up, and throws it into a little bag. Terrified, it crawls into its shell.

A few horrific days later, it finally decides to see if everything's ok, only to have green bits of herb stuffed into its home and then slow roasted over a fire.

I hate snails. Snails disgust me. When I was a kid I'd sometimes accidently step on one and watch it go squish as its home is destroyed and its life, as it knows it, is over. It made me sad to know that I snuffed out another life. But I was more disgusted by the amount of ooze and slime that is now seeping everywhere.

So why the escargot?

I had also vowed to myself that whatever other cultures or people eat, I'd try it to. I encourage my friends to try all sorts of asian food, and I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't do the same.

Confronted by the most disgusting thing I've ever known, against becoming a potential hypocrite, I decided to gamely try the snail.

Yuck.

Chewy.

Like mussels.

simple pleasures

When I'm too caught up with worries like, "what happens to us after we die" or "why do people kill others because they are told to by some invisible person who isn't even there", I think of simple things. Simple things that give me great joy and comfort.

Today, the simple thing is clean bedsheets. I love it whenever it is time to change my bedsheets, because the old one gets a bit gritty and is due for a wash. And then I put some new bedsheets down and it feels so smooth and comfortable. Neato!

beyond the sea

Its been a week since I got the fever. But I'm feeling much better. Feeling upbeat and chirpy.

After lunch today I found myself with a little time and I decided to swing into Target to walk around in an air-conditioned area. And before I knew it I was in the CD area checking out the music and out of the corner of my eye I caught a single lonely Bobby Darin CD.

Bobby Darin.

What could I do? I bought it.. and now I'm listening to it. Music just doesn't come like this anymore.

Play it again Slide..

delirium

So for the past week I've eaten less and less so I can skiv a bit off the edge. And on Monday night I was sitting around finishing up the half of the lunch I did not eat -- and then I thought, I could use a bit of a soup.. maybe I'll make this instant noodle tom yum and drink the soup and maybe eat the seafood bits in it. Which I did. Big mistake.

I woke up Tuesday feeling hunky dory until I got out of bed. Then this crazy gripping pain started in my stomach. But like a real trooper I went to work. Second big mistake. Right around 11am all that mattered in my world was a big mess of pain, headache and fever.

But this post isn't about my pain and anguish, its about the fever and delirium. You see, when I get a fever, which is fairly seldom, I can get delirious. Now I know people throw the word delirious all over the place to mean "haha you mad sucka foo". But in this case, its a real mind bending experience. The dreams start getting wierder.

So what is my point, really?

My point is that, sometimes you need people to rely on. If you're in a relationship, and you get sick and feverish where your mind is semi-gone, at least there'll be someone there who cares and perhaps wipe the sweat off your forehead as you mumble stupidly in your sleep. Or if you have a sibling or parent or relative nearby who can do the same. Now, I pride myself on my independence and the infallible logic of my mind. But there's nothing like a good delirious fever to shatter both that illusion right quick. So during that later half of that night, I stayed up wondering, "boy this would be a lot easier if I had someone who was taking care of me".

Boy, wouldn't that be a lot easier?

death by allergies

It occured to me today as I drank my first can of Monster Energy that trying something new can be fatal, even if its not inherently dangerous, like running across a freeway, skydiving, or hammer a nail into your tongue.

You know how some people are allergic to peanuts? There was this story once about a girl who was kissed by her boyfriend that had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and she died after a violent allergic reaction. And the boyfriend? Well he didn't know.

So what if I am allergic to something? Lets say something I've never tried. How about all that crazy chemicals they put in these new energy drinks. I've never really tried energy drinks so I don't know what the hell are in them. This week though, I've drank like 4 Red Bulls and my first Monster Energy. Why? Well I been sleeping kinda late. Also I always wanted to try new things. They do take up a whole damn shelf in the 7-11 store so I figure they must be somewhat interesting.

I digress. So here I am, drinking the energy drink. Hoping that I sure as hell am not allergic to anything in it that I've never had before.

I know its unlikely, but still, I'd never had thought you could die from peanuts. srsly!

feeling down low, living up high

The past couple of days have been fraught with dissapointments.

See, I play this game called Worlds of Warcraft . In the past few days it seemed less like a game and more like a heartbreak as some of my friends made some decisions that left me in the lurch. They say its my fault. I say it needed to be done. They say its none of my business. I say it is my business.

But I digress. Since I've feeling a bit like I'm left out to dry I went out, bought Age of Empires III, Rise of Legends, reinstalled Dawn of War and reinstalled Magic: The Gathering Online.

And boooooyyyyy did I overcompensate.

When I was playing WoW it was easy to just log in, chill out and then when you were done you logged off. Now I am juggling between games like a madman. In the past few days I've been living on a caffeine fueled rush as I stayed up till 3 and 4am playing games like I used to in college. Where I used to sleep 8 or 9 hours I am now sleeping 5. And you know what? The world is a huge rush! I am feeling more alive than ever! I don't feel tired or sleepy at work.

This is totally contradictory to what I expected to feel. I thought I'd be sluggish, tired, worn out. But through the gratuitous use of caffeine I am alliveeee. ALIVEEEEEEEEE.

And all that it cost me was eye-hand coordination and my attention span.

A 20oz coffee and 1 Red Bull were fatally destroyed during the writing of this post.

ode to coffee

black tar warm liquid
sticky sweet gotta have it
cuppa joe by my side
rush rush thrill ride