Mr. Whiskers is no more

Dear Mr Whiskers

You were the bestest of fish ever! I will miss you heaps. Hope you had a good life with me.

Good bye little friend - tu_tu_tu_tuuuuuuuuuu

to Kasia with love

No my dear, the list is NOT in order of importance and yes, I happen to like jasmine smell, not the fake one. I was talking about the actual flower...

True

26. the colour pink (was missing from my list), along with

27. having 2 passports

28. rice paper rolls and musubies from IKU

29. red wine

30. pay attention to me - according to Kasia this should be first on the list...

Love youse all until next time. Greetings from Kasia ( miss Poland)

All hail the land of muscle!!!!!!!!

these are a few of my favourite things

The following is just a list of some of the things I like the best.

1. the smell of fresh jasmine
2. clean, crips bed sheets
3. the smell of the ocean
4. a cold beer on a hot day
5. waking up feeling refreshed
6. appricots
7. freshly brewd double espressos
8. people who say 'you're welcome'
9. puppy dogs
10. sun showers
11. looking fabulous in a new dress
12. hugs for no reason
13. fresh figs
14. soft, warm jumpers in winter
15. short shorts
16. cotton socks
17. turttles
18. gardenias
19. Team America World Police
20. multiple orgasms
21. dark chocolate
22. strawberry cheese cake
23. the smell of cinnamon
24. shoes!!!!
25. laughing out loud with my best friend

from the islands of Fiji...

Yeah right!, I wish I was there, but not, I am still at home, but my water bottle has that slogan, so I thought to myself: dear me, wouldn't it be lovely to be in Fiji right now? - Oh well! one can always dream...

I am getting closer to my escapade to Madrid and Korea, wow time passes so quick! it feels like it was just 2 weeks ago that I started writing this blog but it has been a fair while back, must say I am so much better now, feeling stronger, knowing myself a little bit better and for the best part less sad than before.

My strange relationship of sorts is going OK, we speak only when necessary, do not display affection in public, spend 1 night a week together and only contact each other once a day by sms. It seems like the perfect yet-highly -neurotic -but-mature and grown up relationship my not-boyfriend always wanted. I don't trust him, so I go along with this stupid game but don't know for how long I will put up with it.

I actually want affection and attention, and lots of it. I want to have someone who wants me, who loves me and who I can trust, someone who wants to talk to me and not just sit next to me whilst we read and never talk. He is great in so many levels but his phlegmatic ways drive me crazy! How can a person be so passionate about certain issues and yet be so cold and damp when it comes to life itself????

Oh my! the other problem is: the clock is ticking - yes that clock! I want to have a baby, and the desire is getting stronger and stronger, I know now is virtually impossible for me to fall pregnant but I want to have kids soon, as soon as I am ready - physically, emotionally and once I find a dad for them. 2.3 little beautiful baby monkeys, I will be in heaven when that happens.

Things are getting interesting in other aspects of life, I hate work and I have decide to start applying for new jobs, a federal erection is looming and the political conundrums have always tickled my fancy, so it seems to be getting a better year now. My birthday is fast approaching and I will officially be an 'old-fucka' so there's lots of exciting happenings all around.

Bad news in the health front: I have a nasty kidney infection, I don't know how it got there but the point is: I am sick again and taking antibiotics again - that sucks! My theory is that because I hate my job my body allows all sorts of nasties to get in so if I get sick I will not have to go to drug-fucked oxford street, I really cannot stand the stench or the filth of the street anymore, I need to get out of there as soon as possible, it is not fair on my body nor my soul for me to allow my discontent to manifest physically in order for me to change my situation.

That place is full of memories for me and yes, it is still painful some days to drag myself there and talk to people about what never was - yes there are still some who ask about ....

The fever is coming back, I will take some nurofen and try to sleep a little, hopefully will dream happy days to come...

crawling out of the abyss

Near one month has passed and I just couldn't be bothered to write in this blog, it is nothing personal, I was just going through a lazy phase.

I am feeling stronger, life is getting better, my lil' ole heart is mending and I seem to be responding better to both therapy and medication, even seem more optimistic - according to me...

anyway!

(me gustaria tenerte en mis brazos y darte todo mi corazon y mi amor, pero la vida no es como uno quiere y ahora estoy aqui, sigo aqui; sola, esperando que alguien sea capaz de ver dentro de mi corazon y descubra que yo de verdad que valgo la pena, si me hubieses dado la oprtunidad de hacerte feliz todo seria mucho mejor, que dolor y que pena tan grande! La soledad es una hija de puta!)

Never mind the interlude, I (sometimes) need to express myself in other languages, but that is just me.

Work is getting slowly more comfortable and, at the same time more and more boring and annoying, I really want to go away and do something different, something more meaningful and fulfilling but at the time I am in no position to quit - that sucks!

I will be travelling soon, next August, that should make me feel better. I will be going to parts of the world I have never been to before - probably should be very excited about it but the truth is I am not really sure the energy is quite there yet but I sure will be happier about it once I get on that plane.

Listening to Both sides now by Joni Mitchell, love that song! the newer version is the best...

Rows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air. And feather canyons ev'rywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on ev'ryone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel. As ev'ry fairy tales comes real, I've looked at love that way. But now is just another show, you leave'em laughing when you go. And if you care don't let them know, don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "I love you" right out loud. Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads they say I've changed. Well something's lost and something's gained in living ev'ry day. I've looked at life from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.

I've looked at life from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.

I'm going to bed now and hope I will get some sleep, work tomorrow, just like any other day...

reporting from hell

Hmmmmmmmm, what to say this time? I basically just want to give up, I'm tired of trying. I'm very sleepy and yet once in bed I keep tossing and turning and I can't find my spot. If I was to stop taking the medication the sadness would come back as bad as it was when in ward 26, so at the moment even the smallest moment or glimpse of contentment or happiness is a drug induced state that does not belong to me. My 'happiness' is not mine, my brain is totally fucked because it cannot maintain normal levels of serotonin, noradrenaline and dopamine, stupid brain! So, after all, it is a physical condition and not only an emotional state as most people would assume, still I reckon is easier to say - 'hi I'm a diabetic' than 'hi I have depression'.
Happiness = 275mg venlafaxine hcl/day
Good night sleep = 20mg temazipan
6hours without nausea = 5mg stemetil
My head is still very fuzzy, I shake constantly and I can't seem to be able to regulate my temperature as I feel very cold or very hot for not apparent reason, I have night sweats, excessive sweating during the day, poor concentration, dizziness, excessive thirst, loss of appetite, palpitations, sighing, fatigue, muscle weakness, and god knows what else, all as a side effect from the antidepressant. Still, I need it, I don't want to be back to the bottomless pit I am trying to crawl out of, I have made some progress even if it seems all I do is complain.
I am getting better.

I will adopt a puppydog...

Sassy Red

Oh no here we go again!!!

The dreaded holidays are back! Why is it that holidays always make us ponder upon what has been? There is no worse nostalgia than to brood over those things that never happened. Life is on the up for me though but still, it is hard to come back home alone, have some take away and a couple of beers whilst watching bad TV.
4 days of living in social limbo, thankfully I had to work 2 of those days (today and tomorrow) and then only one more day off all by myself, I don't want to be a burden for anyone so I don't dare to call anyone for I know they will be getting on with their own lives and I must get used to being OK by being alone once again.
Black dog is back, what am I going to do? why does it keep creeping up? Go get fucked! that's what I want to tell it to do - bloody Black dog go get fucked!!! live me alone, let me get on with my life and never come back! I don't want to see through your eyes no more! You never feel any joy when Black doggy is in town, no matter how good things are going, doggy is never happy. Sodding dog!