Fragile. Handle with care.

I could choose between spending the next hour of my life watching an episode of a series far fetched from reality or spend it documenting thoughts and experiences of my less than exciting life. I guess I chose the later. Well, I’m guilty as charged for being a grossly inconsistent blogger but this time around, I guess I have had nothing much to say mainly cause nothing majorly upsetting has been happening for the past month, or maybe I have been numb emotionally. I am after all most often inspired to blog in my twisted mode, but I’m trying to break out from that pattern for a change.

For the past one and the half months, besides my daily routine of dealing with my on going personality crisis, watching countless movies and dramas, I have been learning quite alot about senses everyday. Yes, I am talking about the five human senses and nope, not exactly the type of learning I had hoped for but learning about the organ involved and how to fix them. Believe me when I say its painful enough just to watch how our senses could get messed up. Imagine watching people having glass pieces stuck in their eyeballs, having odd looking stuff growing in their ears and in their nostrils. Ughh! To watch them getting fixed up is another horribly painful trip. Imagine having half a feet long metal tubes sticking in your ears, your nose and down your throat. It cant possibly be pleasant.

Hmm… strikes my mind to question; lets say, if you were forced to give up one of your senses, which would it be? Will it be Sight? Hearing? Taste? Smell? or Touch? I still cant decide. Maybe you’ll wanna take your pick and convince me why so. For a hedonistic idiot like me, its unthinkable not to be able to enjoy every single pleasure the world can offer. Imagine no more watching prison break, no more listening to Chris Daughtry, eating chocolate will be no different from swallowing a chunk of soil, no more indulging in the smell of curry, no more feeling the softness of my blanket. That would suck horribly.

Speaking of pain, I realise how much I dont like them. Well, the easy way out normally would be to ignore pain but by accident I learn that when you start conditioning yourself to embrace and accept certain pain, somehow they’ll become less torturous to endure. I’m not sure if it’ll work with everybody but it seem to be working for me. If you have other ways to cope with pain, share them right? I’m open to options.
As I try to recollect about other interesting things that I have been doing since I last blogged, I realise I have done quite alot actually, although the whiny me still constantly feels lifeless. Recently, I had this suddenly craving to sweat out and amazingly, I actually made it to the gym and spent almost an hour soaking myself in sweat. I must say post-exercise, I felt totally elated. Its like the best stress reliever and the sense of accomplishment, unimaginable. Even though I don’t think I’ll be doing that again very soon, (I’m not called lazy girl for no reason) I would definitely recommend whoever at stress out there to go get your sweat pores working.

Like I told Kavilan, its mere excuses that you can get to the gym or you don’t have the proper resources. It doesn’t have to be the gym, it doesn’t have to be in the field or pool. You don’t need a treadmill, you don’t even need a skipping rope. You can just go pick up your mom’s mop and start moping the whole house. That’ll make alot of happy faces. But if you insist you are forbidden to touch the mop for fear you would turn things for the worst, then go lock yourself in your room and do 1000 static jumps or drop down and start doing 400 push ups. That should measure up to a bout 10 laps around the field. You might not lose the 10 pounds you wish you had. In fact, you might end up getting aches and blisters the next day but I can assure you that when you hit the bed tonight, its gonna be a great night. Sweetdreams