The last time I was on the verge of death was when I tried to forgo eating for 5 days. Though that wasn't the worst near-death experience I've ever had. I think the worst one was when I was in Form 5 when my mom went for a woman's seminar. I was engrossed in reading, by the time my mom came home my soul was practically half out of my body.
Oh, the days I see stars when I forgo eating. But that only follows after feeling extremely irritated by the smallest thing I see, the urge to kick and pummel anything nearby. Oh, not forgetting the dizziness and uncontrollable shaking. These are initial stages before I succumb to the feeling of euphoria and my soul goes out of my body (I'd like to think that my soul REALLY flies out).
Back then I can go on just by drinking water for 3-5 days.
(Sigh). Now, I can only go on without food for about two days. I feel old.
It was enlightening: when you're dying (or feel like it). I feel like "There are more than shit in life" after being revived. I feel more serene about going through my mundane life after being revived (or more likely resurrected?!).
Near death experience is very Zen. I'd recommend others to experience near-death moment through starvation. It makes one appreciate life (and food) more.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Brain Drain
As much as I want to write something colourful like Samito's post, I can't. Couldn't. (I envy people with social life 'coz much of what I do is do assignment, sleep, eat, read and the cycle goes on and on and on). Blahblahblah.
I think I'm going down with depression because lately I've been staring up at the ceiling while lying down on the bed, unable to form a coherent thought. Blank. Reminds me of Hemingway's "nada y pues nada" in one his stories.
Combined with the anxiety of career life. My toilet/shower/bathroom time is preoccupied with "what profession am I going to land in?", "How much am going to earn?" and "Oh I wish my family's filthy rich so I don't have to worry about working and moolah."
The problem is: I overthink things.
Solution: Worry about future later. Now worry about assignments and final examination.
Conclusion: I'm a worrywart therefore, I am unable to produce any humorous nor enlightening piece of writing. That's why I've been submitting crappy written assignments. Thank God I am not suicidal.
God: You're a chicken shit. There's no way you're gonna kill yourself, silly.
Me : Um, yeah. Thank you for telling me the obvious thing.
~Fin~
I think I'm going down with depression because lately I've been staring up at the ceiling while lying down on the bed, unable to form a coherent thought. Blank. Reminds me of Hemingway's "nada y pues nada" in one his stories.
Combined with the anxiety of career life. My toilet/shower/bathroom time is preoccupied with "what profession am I going to land in?", "How much am going to earn?" and "Oh I wish my family's filthy rich so I don't have to worry about working and moolah."
The problem is: I overthink things.
Solution: Worry about future later. Now worry about assignments and final examination.
Conclusion: I'm a worrywart therefore, I am unable to produce any humorous nor enlightening piece of writing. That's why I've been submitting crappy written assignments. Thank God I am not suicidal.
God: You're a chicken shit. There's no way you're gonna kill yourself, silly.
Me : Um, yeah. Thank you for telling me the obvious thing.
~Fin~
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