Stark Corner

I'm in a relationship with Mr. Cough and it's our 2 month anniversary, or so. It's also been a love-hate issue with Mr. Chalazion. Neither of them wants to let me go but I think it's time I realize that it's not possible to live with the two. They gave me fever, pain in the chest and throat, pain in the eye, and they force me to stay awake every night. It's not fair. I'm human. I need sleep. :'(

This isn't what love is...

The more I resisted them, the more they wanted me. In the beginning the best thing to do was to surrender. But then I realize what the heck, I'm taking my heart and I'm running away. If only these idiots would leave me alone.

I AM making sense!
Why? Because my melted brain is dissolving into the very air we breathe. In beautiful colourful microscopic particles. Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle. Yes I'm sick. Yes I look like I just got hit by a truck. Yes my right eye is entirely (okay maybe not entirely) devoured by Mr. Chalazion. Thanks for the bloody mornings, icky moments and severe loss of eyelash - you fiend!

And yes I too enjoy my sudden unexpected series of unfortunate gagging, whooping, nauseating, dry coughs. Thank you Mr. Cough. I am sure that when my lungs resemble pulp then you will be happy to leave me for someone else. Unfortunately I will kill you first before you kill someone else.

However being a little sick isn't going to stop me from traveling. I may as well enjoy being sick. So what had Eira been up to in the past 2 weeks? Wow. Nothing, technically. Just packing my bags, making a list, checking it twice.

It has been an issue for me to make this heard but since it's not going to make a difference whether I do or don't share this with you, I'm going to share it anyway.
On New Year's Day I'm leaving for Germany to study for 3 months... and maybe do a little sight-seeing. It'll be my first time being away that long, but I'm taking that initiative to gather those beautiful, colourful, microscopic particles of my brain that has probably ended up there... alone and frozen... oh poor things. In other words I'm going to get my sanity back. I will be back by the time I miss being driven nuts and cookies by everything and everyone here. Provided I don't die a sweet cold death.

I'll also be visiting Michael, and I'll get to be there on his birthday. I'm excited... You know what I'm thinking? Sabotage. Muahaha.
Okay maybe no. I'm a good girl. I won't deliberately harm Michael :p

What I'm kinda nervous about is learning German. What freaking alien language has befallen me argh!? Anyway, it's a generously complicated language and I'm complicated so... that has to be like the perfect match. Or not. But we will see. I only know that I tend to be very infatuated with complicated things except for Maths because that's not complicated, that's illogical in my world. Anyway I've learned Arabic, Japanese, even fictional Elvish (Sindarin) and taken them seriously to some point, but somehow I just never used them. So they went whoosh out the window. How will German fare? We shall see in 3 months' time.

I am prepared to get lost in translation. Or lost literally for that matter. It'll be interesting. The anticipation is killing me. I'm probably crazy enough to do this, but hey, this should be my routine. Work, travel, work again, travel again. Repeat until it kills me at some point.

I will keep you updated, provided I can get Internet access. I'm not done packing, and I've been clueless about what to wear in Winter. I'm an equatorial-slash-tropical nymph and the only warm clothes I have protect me against the sun. Get it? Warm clothes?
Nevermind.

I have yet to pay my phone bills, get some Euros, jam-pack my mp3 with a lot of songs, and remember to bring a good book and my new-found friend Jack. He was a gift from Kammy (thank you so much!). And yeah, he can't wait to get into the suitcase already. I know my packing skill is zero, and you must be wondering what tiny freak-of-nature tote bag this is, but I'm just going to keep things to the minimum.



I haven't written a review about the passing year. I'm not particularly fond of reviews. And I see my life as days rather than bundling them up into years. So it's interestingly strange to be 7810 days old today rather than '21 years old'. Taking life a day at a time seem less taunting than thinking about the years. After all it's just another day.

I'd like to leave behind what has passed. They hold less value to me than the now.
And now I'm hungry so I'm going to eat. That is my purpose. For now :)
Thanks for your purpose of reading me. I hope it has been pleasurable thus far. I look forward to writing about my days in Germany.

Last week I watched Twilight... and I was like... 0_o??
If I had to rate it, it's like 1/5.
Fail.
Fail, fail, fail.

Boy meets girl, girl likes boy - who just happened to be a vampire, boy likes girl, girl gets in trouble, boy saves girl - almost all the time. Girl - who appeared in the beginning as smart and mature is just utterly helpless.

Furthermore, Stephanie Meyer's vampires have no fangs, they glitter in the sun like... well... tinfoil (when I expected them to look more demonic, or at least desfuckingtroyed, but no), and and and... there's such a thing as Vegetarian Vampires!
Just... wh--... nevermind.

This is a movie suitable for screaming 13-year-olds going through puberty, but for the more mature audience... it's just not good enough.

Why oh why....
Nosferatu, Lestat, Dracula must've turned in their graves... no, wait, coffins.

I'd like to officially wish my diva cousin Hakim:

Gosh, you've grown so much. I still remember cradling you in my arms while you were still so tiny! Now you are almost as tall as I am, have muscles and your feet are bigger than mine :-o. You know what? Keep growing while you still can. And don't let your brother intimidate you. I mean, seriously, walking around with his seluar koyak like that, gawat, you know (Ok, Halim will kill me now).

Anyway, when you were little you liked being around people and you smiled so much. And you still smile a lot today. I notice you also take good care of your younger siblings, your mum must be so proud of you.

I enjoy my conversations with you even if they aren't long, going on trips with you makes it a more fun experience, and everytime we meet up it's nice to see a friendly person willing to talk to me. Wish I had a younger brother like you. And your sense of humour should be in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Many many hugs and kisses. All the best for the year ahead. Good luck with school, good luck with your canoeing, and I am so sorry I don't have a present for you. Can't find anything that will do you justice :p

I know you have received my e-card, but I would also like to share it with others :)

And yes, as always, you know me: Whacked.

The weather's been warm. At times it is too hot to bear, and at times the storm catches up and what a wonderful thing it is. After leaving you in the dark for awhile I come back to the days I very much have been looking forward to - enough rest, no rush hour train rides, taking off my makeup, and appreciating Being.

The past week has been stressful and full of impulsive decisions. I am also recovering from an eye infection I've had for over a month now, but I am just as fine as I've always been. My top eyelid is swollen and how I wish I could make an incision to let all the icky stuff out myself - an invitation to even more possible infection, but don't worry, I know I'm crazy but I'm not that crazy.

What I need right now is -8^oC (17^oF).
The heat right now... God help us.
I've been 'flipping my hair' and saying 'oh, it's whatever' and playing it 'cool', but damn the agony. I know I'm used to this, and I know I will miss it when it's gone, but I'm never going to stop complaining about it.

The picnic I held last Friday with my cousins was so much fun. Ziza came along and I trusted the kids with my digital camera. The pictures turned out great (I've put up some of them below). We had sandwiches, pasta and chips dipped in salsa. And we played a card game at which I lost, and ran about in the field around us when we were playing frisbee. We spent the entire morning at the Botanic Gardens and by the time it was noon we went to my place for more food, and then I drove my cousins safely home... after causing them hell in the car thanks to the fact that the last time I drove was like 6 months ago.

Anyway, enjoy the pictures. It's late and I have another long day tomorrow holding my own garage sale at a mini bazaar before it's back again to recuperating.