Young and Vain

There’s no other time than these two years where I’ve focused so much attention on my own appearance. To other people who’ve known me years, they will know its probably a coping mechanism of some sort of what life has thrown at me to face on these days or perhaps just some passage of growing…

This hospital’s infrastructure has a lot to be bucked up on.

I meant to post this early this week but the usual rhythm of life is picking up for me again now that I’ve found a new medication (mirtazapine) that works for me and already paid my dues in adjusting to it. A few days ago I bought four books off Amazon, which I’m currently looking…

Chinese New Year conversation snippets

  Everyone young enough to be considered young knows this drill; at every gathering during Chinese New Year comes the usual slew of questions, continued yearly like anti-depressants for a chronically depressed person: “Have you grown taller?” “Which school/university/ place are you studying/working at now?” If a child was young enough, “What grades did you…

Why The Shape of Water is relatable

Alright readers, this post was meant for yesterday Friday Singapore time but this week hasn’t been good at all, what being sick from my body adjusting to the new mirtazapine I was prescribed after my former fluvoxamine crashed my quality of life by stringing me out to exhaustion via shouting in my sleep every time…..

Visual and auditory involuntary coping mechanisms

For the symptoms which interfere with quality of life, we take medication. For the rest of it we just have to learn to live in harmony with our own minds, even if our minds have gone down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. It seems my brain has come up with it’s own coping mechanisms for…

Polyclinic: Room anonymous; and All this in the name of sanity.

“Can the patient number two-four-six-five kindly proceed to room seventy-six, thank you? “ I’ve discovered, with time and returned visits to the same polyclinic, one thing about it’s operations. The many numbered rooms are clusters of different departments of a practice that would normally be named in a hospital. The series of sixties and seventies…

23:06

Last night I dreamt I went to a gay bar alone (this part probably courtesy of The Shape of Water film which I watched). Then I went to a buffet where they had both raw and cooked seafood, cakes, cookies, salads,  everything there. There were certain moments of tension which I don’t remember, though I…