Where to start?

Alright, so there was a major scare in the house some days ago... My brother collapsed after drinking some water. I know, it sounds crazy but that's what he did. As there were only us (i.e. me and my sisters, and him of course) it was like "What the hell are we going to do?!" for a minute.

I thought I was the calm one, as I'd gone through the whole same experience before, in high school. It was also at the dinner table, and I drank some water and I collapsed. Freaky water? Nah, no chance. It was the circumstances before that that should be examined.

As it was, I was tired that day, and I kinda remember that I was having trouble breathing as well. I'm not too sure though coz my remembrance of that particular day is quite hazy. They said I turned blue, from lack of oxygen, and my father had to hit me on the back real hard to get me to breathe again.

Which wasn't what happened to my brother. He went kinda pale and shouted something.

Now, I wasn't at he forefront of this particular debacle as I had more immediate concerns : the return of the flying insects. Yup, they attacked once again, and this time, they used the room I'm sleeping in as their headquarters.

Now that was creepy.

I left the waking up of my brother chore to my other sister, the middle one, the calm one, as our other sister, the eldest one, the panicky one, was indeed panicking.

I was the one calling the next house to call an ambulance or something, and she went and grabbed the other phone and called the same house. Was that stupid or something?

Anyway, she revived him, I got creeped out because of the bugs, and all went well, I think.

hehehe evil me... Now he has to go and get a complete physical exam to check if that 2 minute unconsciousness trick of his has affected anything.

Me, I didn't go to a doctor that time. I did go for another thing -- my bloody Arrhythmia, but that was another time and another place.


Argh, I hate cutting up my chapters! It's so damned tiring! All the words are swirling about in front of my eyes and I just have to stop at chapter 40. Damn, and that thing started out with just 5 chapters!


So what else... I just passed up the chance to attend a Battle of the Bands wherein my neighbor/childhood playmate and his band is joining. The last time I went to one, they were also competing, but the event was so unorganized we had to wait a long while to actually hear them play. And there weren't even seats to accomodate the audience; it was just plop down wherever you want in the sand. Did I mention that it was at a beach nearing midnight? I know we got back early morning the next day, and we didn't even wait for the judges' decision on who won. It was quite obvious anyway, there was this one band that they said was really good and they'd been competing with in a number of Battles.

Have no idea.

Anyway, so my goddaughter isn't crying anymore at the sight of me. Maybe because she can actually see me these past few days. I don't actually go out of the house to a gimmick or anything, just stepping out of the house to breathe in some fresh air in the afternoon.

Did I mention anything about my enforced insomnia? It's wreaking havoc in my system *super wide grin* Who knows, maybe this'll make me anemic! Even... is sleep deprivation a cause for diabetes? I don't know, but my other brother has mild diabetes so I guess I have a slight chance of contracting that.

Oh yeah, heart problems, and I mean the medical ones. I have plenty of those anyway, no need to worry. Wonder how it is to actually have a heart attack...? Pain in the left side, tingling sensation going up the left arm... that sort of things. Goodness knows I've watched Discovery Channel enough to know about it some.

So, sleep deprivation... I've been having ideas for several of the stories that I'm writing but I can't put them to paper coz they hit me just when I'm about to fall asleep in the morning. But they're good, once I remember them that is.


Ambition in life... none. To be as useless as possible ^__^


I miss conversations, the actual live ones with real live people. I can't believe I actually thought that. But I'm not that much of a conversationalist, I'm more of the listening type. I like hearing people talk. But then again, I can be as noisy as the next person is when the mood strikes me.

Ain't it fun?