the centenial post

here i am on the eve of christmas eve, nursing a huge jug of (steadily warming) cold water and trying to fool myself into thinking it's cabernet sauvignon from the rothschilds, and talking crap on the 100th post on my blog. absolutely thrilling.

rainy, rainy, rainy the past few days. feeling blanched like a spinach and humidified like a... ummm. whatever it is that gets humidified. anyway. doesn't anyone else get horrible headaches and toothaches from all the raining? yes i did say before, and i'll say again, that rain is my inspiration for many wonderful pieces of poetry. BUT nearly an entire week full of days fitted ass-to-head with torrential rain is simply asking for a well-placed boot in the butt. even my spinal column hurts... but that doesn't say anything. could be the 6hours i put in for trolling purposefully and predatorily up and down town, haha. in fact i'd wager my 2 front teeth on it.

speaking of teeth. had my wisdom tooth taken out last last saturday. interestingly, i really didn't feel the pain (again, friends who knew of how i shook off any notion of pain in the previous wisdom tooth extraction will now shake their heads in gloomy i-know-what's-coming) and being the perpetual pig that i am, i promptly went to sleep after hitting home. woke up about 2 hrs later with a feeling that could be described approximately as being near equivalent to having a red-hot electric drill going right at the gum bed and a team of sadistic, miniature pakistani diggers heaving enthusiastically at every single nerve fibre distributed around the left side of my bloody face. and bloody is also descriptively right besides doubling up as a profane word: i'd managed to dribble about half a cup full of reddish drool while asleep onto the bloody pillowcase. (in this case the pillowcase is bloody indeed, but an effect rather an a cause) oh God it was such horrendous pain it took every inch of my self-control not to break into drama-queen-sized weeping and/or croak intelligible, bloody-cotton-gauze-ish curses. in fact i was so stunned (like the proverbial deer in front of the stupid car headlights) by the magnitude of pain induced by the removal of a TOOTH (how deceivingly innocuous) that i curled up (withered is more like it) on the sofa, drooled copiously, and stared evilly with squinty eyes at anything that moved around my periphery. not that i was actually capable of SEEING anything anyway, cos it seemed that the pain was sufficient to blow out my optic nerve as well. basically i had the image of what my eyes saw but they totally didn't register. seriously. my dad wavered in and out of my vision field for about 3 times before i acknowledged his presence with a spurt of reddish saliva that was meant to signify "what???" and trying to take 6 pills with that amount of pain... warrants a check up at IMH. if you asked me i'd seriously vote for another hemicolectomy again in lieu of this freakishly masochistic procedure. how do people survive it? my reasoning is, at least they're polite enough to gas the HECK out of you for the period of time post-op when the pain peaks if you're smart enough to opt for the colon resectioning. i'm guessing that local prostaglandins, histamines and all that vasoconstrictory factors act to trigger the simultaneous release of neurotransmitters involved in pain (my fave leu and met enkephalins, endorphin inhibitors or antagonists) or ARE in fact neurotransmitters involved in a further symph cascade. ah whatever. adds to the pain of suffering, thinking about all these crap.

ah, enough hypochondriac-ish waffling. dreaming of the absolutely delicious dinner i'll prepare tomorrow for my family, after i dutifully discharge my responsibilities as a tutor *HUGE growl of frustration at being delayed by 2.5hrs from getting to cook Christmas dinner* anybody wants to hear the menu? :D

appetizer: garden salad served with sauted mushrooms and garlic croutons, hand-mashed potatoes american-style (meaning flavorfully herbed and buttered, with tangible chewy bits that you can entertain your teeth in instead of those sickly, watery, starch-granules-floating-in-water nonsense they call instant mash noawadays)

entree: choice of pasta with chicken alfredo, seafood cream or beef bolognese sauce, and macaroni with 4 cheeses for the kids, served with a bubbly crust of cheese, creamed broccoli and a stuffed baked potato on the side, drowned in sour cream, bacon and chives.

grill: hickory smoked lamb leg, and pork chops served with a choice of mushroom or sambal sauce. roast chicken and baked crumbed cod fillets. Imperial scroll - a medley of sukiyaki pork slices ensconcing dainty enoki mushrooms, in teriyaki sauce.

dessert: mini egg tartlets with custard sauce, or japanese style pancakes with red bean paste and hot chocolate sauce.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh. NOW THAT's MY idea of a Christmas dinner. *great big grin*