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Several weeks ago I was sick with a migraine, to the point where I was retching so much on the carpet I got friction burns on my feet. It was my first day in bed for a long time, and I loved the rest. So it made me think...how far does one negate oneself in devotional service, to work or loved ones?
Influenced by: Stigmata (film), and the concept of sacrificial duty.
Foot model: Me.
Enhanced in Corel PSP X2. But No Retouching on my feet, these are the marks still present.
Legends tell of a demon swordsman named Sparda, who awoke to justice and rebelled against the devil, waging a one-man support of the human world. Now, 2,000 years later, a dark figure named Dante--private investigator of the supernatural--finds clues that the devil is rallying to rise up again against mankind. By Dante's demon blood, you enter this dark realm of demonic marionettes, unearthly phantoms, grim reapers, and other retched souls. Transform to a demon state to inflict devastating attacks on enemies in this gothic battle of good against evil. release in 2001.
I found him in the garden. I know that some people have accused cats in the past but our dog has an obsession with the frogs in our pond. We used to find a lot of dead ones in our garden until we put the fence up then the fatalities suddenly dropped.
It is unfortunate that we have a stubborn little dog that is determined to find a way into the fenced off garden and the sound of frogs drives him mad. It is very suspicious that he got into that patch then in the evening he was gagging and retching like he had eaten something rotten.
Our dog chases off all of the cats that dare to enter our garden. I have not seen any cats in the garden for years.
Must have got distracted... This is another tree pic, clearly because its my natural habitat. Took this a week or so ago on a really rainy day, the pic doesnt show my utter retched soakingness, which is probally for the best.
Ascending Mt Kilimanjaro via Machame Route
Day 3, Leg 3
The road to the summit. At this point "pole pole" was no "pole pole" enough for me. I hadn't slept properly in 4 nights by this point, and I hadn't eaten anything the night before because just looking at food made me want to retch.
Blue, glorious blue. It just stares at me from the book store shelves, calling me... 'buy me, buy me!' .. I can hear Bill Gates' laughter in some retched corner of my mind.
Dinner @ "IO Italian Osteria".
My personal favourite dish of the evening!
And everyone pretty much gave it top marks.
The al dente of the Orecchiette was spot-on to everyone's liking. The bits of pork sausages added meatiness and umami, pretty much rendering the dish moreish.
The star however, was that delicate saffron sauce. Saffron has the propensity to overwhelm many things in its path - a heavy handful and it turned your dish medicinal. Here, the chef had a learned hand. It was employed just right - mildly spicy to whet up the appetite and not overwhelming to make you retch.
Yesterday's entry- We're on our way down to kyoto from hakodate today. It starts at 7am and we arrive at abt 4+, changing trains twice. We're abt 15min from tokyo by shinkansen, n I'm seated between Shi and Mr. Ultra-strong-pimple-cream-almost-bleachy-with-plum-smell. Oh, fresh air, how i miss u. Thank goodness we change trains at tokyo. So anyways, I try to face Shi's end more often to avoid retching n its not to bad a view as well. Across the aisle, hit no. 2 in orange sweater is seated. He ain't that good looking but pleasant enough. Bright summer colors n strong looking back. Stylish headporter bag n adidas shoes with nice black-almost-like-armani-specs. We're now just 1 hr away from kyoto n Gifu is damn beautiful. Old jap houses amongst mountains- rustic n charming. We're now in kyoto. Love my room at the ryokan. Nite.
I was asked today whether I would ever consider leaving New Zealand because of the dreadful weather. It was a powerful question to ponder as I watched the retched rain pummel down creating mini lakes around the house and the gale force gusty wind causing the trees to bow. On balance I think not, although I reserve a woman’s right to change her mind if this weather gets any wetter.
No doubt we could do with a break in this winter. It’s wetter than ever I remember and it’s not a good feeling. The golden sunshine of last weekend was a precious moment to enjoy. Even the basset took their miserable looks out to play in the sun. This is the look of two tired and exasperated hounds patiently waiting for us to finish our latest gardening project. More on that tomorrow.
Aside from the bad weather the bassets are having a bad run of luck too. Fortnum is still nursing a poorly paw although getting stronger and ripe for a return to full walking duties. Little basset has become our latest worry and has given us more than one sleepless night this week. He’s been suffering from an unknown skin allergy which has not responded to treatment and has forced some secondary infections. Our poor little Basset was in a right manic pickle last night causing higher than usually level of worry. A swift visit to see our lovely vets had brought things back in balance and Mason is back more like his usual self.
What with the rotten weather and basset ailments we could certainly do with a break.
Who, as I tried to tell Dszuc the other day, were not only barking (more than smelling) quite aggressively while taking this picture, as Anne started posing they shifted to retching noises. As in, the kind of retching noises we might have made as teens when explaining what it sounds like to throw up. From this rock is coming a loud loud bghhhhltegghhh noise from a few of the seals. Lovely vacation picture, folks! See Annie smile!
Wedding Damage Report
1) Kia Royale
2) Straight champagne
3) White wine
4) Red wine
5) Champagne (toasts)
6) White wine
7) Rum and Coke
8) Lager
9) Glenfiiddich
Outcome: pass out, 2 x voming, assorted retching, sleep by 8.30pm the following day
Worst journey ever down to Somerset this evening - stuck behind this poor man who kept throwing up (and then dry retching) repeatedly. I felt bad for him, but I was hungry and needed a wee, and I couldn't stomach the dinner I'd brought on board, and I didn't dare go in the loo after him. To top it off, we were delayed due to traffic so didn't get to Wells until after 10pm.
Very relieved (literally) to eventually get to my sister's. Had a nice, quick, catch up with her and her family, then drove my mum's car over to her house and saw her briefly before she went to sleep. Had a quick nightcap, then got off to bed myself for a damn good sleep.
Howie rocks out with his...well, you know the saying. This was during Collide, which was the only song anyone around us knew. The screaming that went on before, during, and after that song made me want to retch.
In the process of cleaning out the Mexican Restaurant we had to haul a ton of rotten food out to the dumpster. I dry heaved a couple of times, the smell was retched.
Day Twenty-seven. October 1st, 2010.
FINALLY.
October has graced us with its wondrous arrival. What better way to celebrate than with a photo shoot? Sadly, the retched sun was out and diffusing its hot air onto our planet. However, it has been chilly otherwise.
Model: Samantha.
After I had one oyster, and almost retched from the texture (I really don't like it), Phuong dove into the stacks and stacks with some gusto!
Think you've seen everything? There are REAL snakes inside. Just thinking about it makes me want to retch.
(retching noise)
"Did you really smoke them all?"
"Take a look in that little alley!"
(Blond boy of about 11 or 12 years old)
I was walking down that little alley and this is what I saw.
(l-r) Sarah Santora - Marlboro CSD, Joe Pesavento - Marlboro FA, Maria Neira & Lucinda Retcho - Marlboro CSD.
I took this while out to get some air, trying to avoid getting seasick. I never want to set foot on this type of ferry ever again! One person vomits, and the next thing you know, all you hear is retching. Ugh. And I can't even say it's a chain reaction, the ride was so rough.