Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Never ending bottomlessness in life
Seroquel withdrawal
Damn.... Seroquel withdrawal...
Monday, September 21, 2009
What have you been up to?
150 mg
Emergency
Painfully slow
Alignment
Visual?
I need my drug....
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Paralyzed Rats Walk Again
Vision
Synchronicity
Your name

This state
Protected
Yawning
Voice
Fishing
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Dial up vs gigabyte network
Disposable
dosage
Friday, September 18, 2009
Life
Rock climbing
Vision
Sort of like... they say the following ain't no nothing scientific... p<.05 or p<.01 or not... Sometimes we just have to choose what we believe, I guess...
Coffee
Then I thought of the second cup of coffee I took and I was unable to sleep all the way till 3:30 in the morning.... and I had to, unfortunately, take a sleeping pill to put me to sleep since sleeping is of vital importance to me...
Maybe the slower-er-er-ness has something to do with the pill....
Yet, how could the effect last so long?
Words
Beyond five words, I start to feel as if the words are pushing back at me... and the focus starts to blur... and you feel the head turns into concrete... the material they you to build buildings...
Words with more syllables also are harder to read than the shorter ones...
Having affects though...
Trying to read this article... http://www.sagepub.com/upm-data/13421_Chapter4.pdf
I guess if what I am doing here is a kind of qualitative approach... it would be autobiography kind of narrative research.
Attributes
My mouth open and I laugh so uncontrollably happily like an idiot...
生別離
生別離
請再看
再看我一眼
在風中 在雨中
再回頭凝視一次
我今宵的容顏
請你將此刻
牢牢地記住 只為
此刻之後 一轉身
你我便成陌路
悲莫悲兮 生別離
而在他年 在
無法預知的重逢里
我將再也不能
再也不能 再
如今夜這般美麗
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Judgement of Nuremberg
Irony
Habitat
Deconstruct
Incurable and envious
I have this incurable propensity to self-deconstruct...
Not to self-destruct but to self-deconstruct...
It feels as if, while normal people are granted with the congenital right to build up and establish (I guess), some natural force constantly pushes me towards the other way...
Bewildered... Why?
Other than crazy does crazy does...
I guess I still envy them... normal.. Something tells me that I am allowed to envy them.
Where would be the end? Don't tell me till where there exist no thoughts for there won't be no nothing to deconstruct no more... 8-O lol
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Words
Just as I was about to type out that I forgot what I was about to say, I remembered it...
Might have mentioned it before... the how did I get here kind of feeling when I wake up in the morning.... especially when sometimes I found there to be too many words for myself to read in my own posting...
It is as if... how on earth did those words, if not thoughts, come from? 8-O lol
Point
At the same time, people who can't think wouldn't bother reading about my cognitive constipation.
What is the point of continuing my verbal diarhea if neither people could think and could not think can't quite get the whole thinking thing I am in?
Then, this thought if not voice told me...
What is the point in that point? Interesting.... Seems like my psychotic self is better in thinking than me... 8-O lol
Golden Throne
With cognitive constipation together, I ponder...
When is this going to end?
At least, grant me more cognitive processing resources?
Then I thought of this Gold Throne I got today on Mafia War through my disabled account...

When other people get it, it would give them about 2:30 to 3 minutes to regenerate 2 energy points to do work.
With someone disabled like me, it gives me 4:30 minutes to regenerate 2 energy points...
Same improvement, differential amount of energy afforded... What I call as drastic improvement is what other assume as default if not normal... 8-O
On a back pain day, I would say... such is the story of my life.... how sad and is ain't so fair... seems like...
Revisiting the above sentence, it occurs to me... seems like the weather is changing... because the state seems to be altering... 8-O lol sigh
Status update
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Quota
You see, it came to my attention that the walks that I take are beneficial to my being... the long and mostly thoughtless walks...
Later on, I discovered that it is possible to do my swinging exercise along the way and it seems to help even better....
The only thing is.... I guess it might sort of look really strange to passersby.... since it is not you see everyday people moving their arms around as if they were swimming in the air on the street... Yet, I suspect that, for people on Broadway, many might think they have been seeing some strange Asian female walking up and down with arms floating around as if she were a fly... 8-O lol
At the some point, you do feel a bit awkward. Then, you think to yourself... "Anyways, this is New York".... insinuating to yourself that there are enough odd balls on the street and it ain't quite matter an extra like me...
Then, one day, as I was walking down the blocks with my mama and this other Taiwanese lady, I bumped into this girlfriend of mine and she mentioned something about the movement of my arms if not my body.
Without thinking, especially when I couldn't really think anyways then, I heard myself replied...
"I have given up pretending I am normal."
Today, as I was taking my walk again on the sunny side of the street, with mostly nothing in my head and bewildered by the feeling that things seem to be slowing down inside of me, this thought occurred to me... something that must have occurred to me before except for it might have just flashed through like them ships passing in the sea...
How funny is it!
I have spent all these years walking around with all different kind of strange symptoms while trying my best to, at least, look normal.
I have intended to, at least, look normal.
However, what really seems to help now is for me to simply be even more "obviously" abnormal... (at least that's what I would think shall I see myself walking down the street) 8-O lol
It is as if there is a quota system out there--- you could run but you could not hide.
All these years, I fight to be normal or, at least, strive to appear to be as normal as most of them people that I consider as normal... Perhaps, I also challenge repeatedly the concept of normality... etc... Only to realise today how entrapped I have been by normality because.... otherwise, there wouldn't be a reason to fight against the concept itself...
Perhaps, I did do a pretty good job appearing to be normal.... and this is the reason why something's gotta give so that I could make up for the quota of life.
At the same time, perhaps and again, I have never truly accepted my "abnormality" and I am well endowed with learning disabilities. This is the reason why whatever might be out there decided that the only way to help me learn is to grant me even more of the ab-normal stuffs to help me achieve the learning goal (though not really a learning goal that I would bargain for).
Wouldn't it be so ironic shall this be true? The never-ending running away from what you, if I can put it this way and not quite sure whether this is the way to put it... needed most.... 8-O 8-X
Why trying so hard to work on what you might be not, perhaps?
Then, in thoughtlessness, I had this thought...
There ain't no way for me to be reading anything at walk...
It reminded me of the good old times... The time when I would be exercising in the gym while doing whatever reading possible.... even when walking down the tracks... if plausible...
What it be like... quota exceeded...
A chronic state of thoughtless being is what it would take to set back the records straight... Sort of like the policy of facebook.... there is a limit to how many friends you could delete per day.... It takes time to get the record reset... 8-O lol
Quota... so I thought... Quota...
Or, simply some more of my useless mumble jumble for no good cause... 8-O lol
Regardless, something in my head today.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Lesson
In the class, there were many people who are so very inspired by the topic of their choices and who are working on their dissertation.
I sat there like a good girl trying to listen and comprehend.
On my way home, I had this thought... thank God I am done with my dissertation especially when retarded as I am now most of the time.
Then, I had this thought when taking a shower...
Maybe the primary lesson for this year is to be happy while stupid.
Stupid does... stupid does.
Funny how nobody every teach me how to be stupid.
I am now sort of sure about it and, I guess, pretty secure about it since it is something I can't give away even if I try.
Processing speed seems to start going down again.
Wonder what tomorrow might unfold.
Air
Weighting
Slow down
Conservation principle
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Adaptation
So emotional
Memory dump
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Disabled
Friday, September 11, 2009
Academic pursuit
Question
Career what?
Entertaining the concept of hysteric personality and that all them strange inconveniences might have something to do with hysteric personality....
The way it goes...
Damn... What career? Hysteric? 8-O lol OMG...
Pain revisited
Strangely... the pain that came running me down has reduced greatly in intensity.
Now it is more bearable....
Time for a bit more exercises...
To catch a delusion
If someone is to tell you there is a fool-proof way of catching all your delusions, either the person is a genius or else...
Since I am an idiot, in no way have I found a way... catchy... catchy... 8-O lol 8-X
The state I was in is sort of... difficult to classify...
The point I was typing the posting September 11... I was out of da dasein state... and pondering... I was in a state when I really could "feel" the plausible connection between the events...
The questions...
How so?
How did it occur.... as if moving in and out of a state of trance?
Could that be a point of delusional moment?
September 11
So I got home, after the whole day's trip into pain and more frantic pain, I stopped a bit to do a bit more of my exercises while watching with mama on NY 1 a program about September 11th... and the pain and more pain associated with it... especially the pain of the survived...
An alternative hypothesis to explain the unexplainable intensity of pain.....
What it be like... pain and pain?
Anyways... I have given up pretending that I am normal...
Revisiting that not so distant part of the past, you have to ask yourself.... Since we all struggle in our capacities, what could be more important than life itself?
Bless us all...
What letting go?
Exercise
Pain
Back pain
Aches, pains and mobility problems
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Cognitive load
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Money-Matters
Mind and body?
Life and game
This might have something to do with the fact that the older people have had so much more life experiences, which allows them to learn many more lessons.
This is like playing the game of Mafia War...
When I started playing it, I feel a big booboo every time someone attacks me or hitlist me. I used to feel destroyed when I get snuffed and die...
I would run crying to my mafia families like a little girl...
Months and 74 deaths later, death and losses becomes simply just part of the game.
You look at your stats and you go...
"Oops... died and lost again."
And, you move forward taking the time and in time... with more experiences.... you try to further level up... simply because you wonder what it feels like to level up.... 8-O lol
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Stupid
Monday, September 7, 2009
Something about happiness
Them Knees
Uncomfortable
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Struggle
Positive
Love and me
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Love
Book
Thoughts
You have to help me
Slow thought
Steve
Multiple personality disorder
Knees
How so
Friday, September 4, 2009
Reset again
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Me
Fly
The nice lady offered me some and I gladly took them...
At some point, as I was trying to close the cover of the package, the nice lady said...
"It is ok. We just had a persistent fly here yesterday."
So I replied, "I don't particularly like them flies either. They have the tendency to come out of nowhere and stubbornly wouldn't leave."
Then, I got this epiphany...
"Sounds like me." 8-O lol
Letting go
One thing I figure so far is that it is not simply giving up.
It might have something to do with having the abilities to embrace all options, preferable or not....
And, when confronting with things not so preferable, you don't drive yourself to death into the dead end. Rather, you say to yourself... I am going to cling to my health... mental or not.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Recovery
Recovery is a strange process... Like life itself, at times you see the rosy garden with due positivity; yet, sometimes, out of nowhere, something as minor as a fly swings by and you are reminded of the path you have traversed so far. And, you see yourself back to ground zero. From there, you manage to level up again.
I have often pondered... I must have really severe learning disabilities in learning some essential life's lesson. This is why God decided to grant me a chance to experience total disabilities through some ridiculously simple fall from a collapsed chair... So speaks for the unbearable inconsequential-ness, if not lightness, of life...
Through out my blogging career, so far, I have found myself switch from a war lord to a I-don't-quite-yet-know-what with the I-don't-quite-yet-know-what partially defined as a fighter-no-more. In retrospective, I guess, while da war lord prides itself in the attempt conquer all obstacles towards total freedom, in reality, it is but a manifestation of me incarcerated by them unidentified anger.... boiling boiling and boiling inside...
Good or bad? I am not quite sure. The only thing I know is that, possibly, when letting go of the never-ending fights, you could be afforded with more time to live although I am not quite sure, still, what it means to let go.
So tonight, I took this fellow Taiwanese lady to see the free and outdoor screening of "The Barber of Seville" at Lincoln Center.
Among thousands of others, I sat there like a good girl quietly watching the show.
At some point, I looked around and saw the beautiful city surrounding, that almost full moon hanging over the city as well as, above, the big cloudless sky.
Suddenly, memories of the past struck me....
More accurately, the memories flashes by so fast that I could hardly recognised with the comedy in the foreground and background as well.
It was the past of how about three years ago when I pledge to go to see all them operas in the Met... getting them standing room tickets wishing for an orchestra seat after the intermission.
Them beautiful years of being elegantly and blessedly ignorant while lamenting, as usual, about the Micky mouse grade inconveniences of life... How grand is that?!
I found my eyes watering at some point, pairing with da emotions, which were, earlier in the day, nowhere to be found. Secretly I wiped it off for such manifestation of affect doesn't really match up with the unfolding happy ending... although them dasein stubbornly linger til this point.
Why such reactions? I am not quite sure... Perhaps, it is motivated by the grief for what could not be reclaimed. All other interpretations fail... I am simply insane. 8-O lol
So I eventually went ahead and took my night time meds.... waiting for them to start slowing down them processes of thought generation...
Annoying still... daily routine-- to grow from cognitive setbacks... Some micro version of recovery processes... I guess....
Lighter
Switch
Spent the whole day staring at people walking and giving directions...
I am a switch.... dispatching... dispatching... dispatching...
8-O lol 8-X
Dumb and dumber
I seem to be getting dumb and dumber each day.
Doggies and cats or fishes might have more thoughts in their head than me.
Starting to have problem moving through words again when attempting to read. However, still have the ability to read...
Affect coming down again...
Stalling
Cognitive processing stalling.... sort of like wearing a helmet....
The best activity to engage in is to stare at the driveway and look at people walking around.
Shall such be the process of recovery...
Some kind of recovery process
Parsifal.... 8-O lol 8-X
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Some kind of stable
About 2 weeks after the dosage is down by another 50 mg for Seroquel, making it 250 now, positive symptoms remain to be low if not negligible.
Perhaps, about 1 week ago, there were more delusional kind of ideology occurring... like them ships passing in the sea...
Yet, these days, they seem to going back hibernating...
In the part of head that I have control over... remaining... few thoughts and I am starting to feel the motor running slower again.... 8-O
This gives me a scare...
The phase of cognitive fossilisation can not come back... when I could barely comprehend words....
This is some strange kind of stable state I am in... stablising towards the overdosing state... with this feeling that them overdosing kinda symptoms hiding at the corner...
Yet, it takes time for the changes in dosages to become stablised... I am scared of having to go through dosage change again this soon for it is risky business.
Remaining a question unanswered... how could the dosage keep on going down and I keep on growing towards the state of being overdosed?
God or else... need some enlightenment... da chicken shit in limbo... 8-O lol 8-X