Hilaritas for breakfast, and a cup of flat white that tastes more like a latte. It seems that the older guy at McCafe has never read the instructions on the expresso machine. Been slightly lactose intolerance since the day from my "all milk" protein shake from the local gym, my stomach was instantly bloated as soon as it reached the back of my throat. (All Milk was a nickname we gave to a local kiwi gym trainer who praises kiwi milk everytime we ordered a shake) I think it's more of a psychological thing, because I get that with Tom Yum soups too.
I've recently found out that Hilaritas is actually a roman goddess of rejoicing and good humour. She was on coins as heads and tails till the late third century. I personally find the name very appropriate and I actually cracked up the first time I saw it. From now on, everything I see that's hilarious I'll call it hilaritas, hilaritas also means "profoundly good natured" and "being of pleasant spirits" apparently...
So I read this delightful article this morning while sipping on my flatte white, i couldn't stop thinking how hilaritus this high school teacher was. Some middle aged ex-psychodelic experimentalist who probably tripped to the entire Timothy Leary's "Turn on Tune in Drop out" vinyl and able to change to side B while tripping off his nuts. This article is about how one of his student dosed him LSD before a class field trip.
It’s been
almost a week since I’ve been single, just been keeping myself so busy that I
don’t even have time to think about her or myself. Break ups are never easy, throwing
someone out of their home is even harder. It’s been four years, five birthdays,
four valentine’s days and over 1200 dinners. A bright red sofa bed with her
arse print on it has turned into a squeaky brown couch, still remember the day
we went to china to get that cover made. She always liked to order the whole
menu, even got me into having one of each item in soup noodles at home.
An empty
wardrobe with hundreds of coat hangers, space at the end of the bed has resurfaced,
one toothbrush in a two slot holder, a see through shower curtain with nothing
to perv at, a pillow that smells like her from her last tears, matching cups
became a spare cup, maybe breaking one of the matching ashtray was a sign…
Wednesday night
was horrible, the closest thunderstorm in discovery bay I’ve ever seen. 3am and
a weeping girl asking for answers, thunder so loud in between the same
questions as sound effects, and the occasional lightning lit up a crying face
in black and white. I refused a last hug….
Thursday was
the first official night that I was home alone, I really have to get used to
it. Drank a little too much in the last few days trying to keep myself busy,
went to a friend’s house for a few drinks on Friday, then off to racks for a
birthday party and still made it to 12am ferry to macau where the party
continued. Saturday was a nice surprise when I found out Ricky was playing in
macau, met a whole bunch of guys and one of them was supposed to go to a same
wedding as me on Sunday. I never made it to the wedding, got home a little too
late and two of my mates decided to come over to my place and drank a whole
bottle of duty free jack daniels. Really paying for it now, feeling like shit
with a half empty house.
