As abovefore mentioned. I am currently in the process of being sick. On Sunday, about 3 days ago, i was in the process of starting to be sick.
I swear, there is none other as stupid as me. Without first lunging into the details of how i screwed myself up, down, left, right, under and in all sorts of directons you'd have me in, I have to say this one thing. Students are most afraid of one thing- especially those who have graduated from primary and secondary institutions, because the higher echelions (i know this is a typo, but who bloody cares) of education go at a faster and faster pace, until you have no time to catch your breath, and 'holidays' are unofficial 'study breaks'. So once you miss even one day of school, regardless of reason, you have to play catch-up feverishly (*laughs at the irony*) until you are on par with the others, or your grades automatically suffer. For me, even though it is supposedly the holidays, i have to catch up on about two months' worth of homework, especially for economics and math, without counting in the multitudes of homework laden upon the poor stdents by the teachers- i imagine them to be ogres, monsters of every kind, with unforgiving faces and leaning down upon you, whipping you, shouting at you to go faster, ever faster...
So, back to the 'sick diary' thing.
Sunday- Being the fool that i am, i picked up my male friend from the nearest MRT station, then proceeded to buy breakfast home to consume (we were doing a project, a competition for something called WLC- World Leadership Conference). At this point it started raining, kind of a drizzle, and so being the dunce that i was, rejected my parents' kind offers to send me and my frend home, and proceeded to walk ahead of him. Who had an umbrella. After getting myself drenched, i didn't change out of my clothes, ate breakfast, switched on the air- conditioner, and did some work till lunchtime. Then we went out and sweated, and played badminton; came home, more air-con, lunch, some more work, went out in the sunny weather to welcome the other female member of our group, came back to air-con, and played more badminton after everything was more or less settled. Then i rushed to rinse myself in moderately cold/lukewarm water, changed, and went out with the two of them, to a certain shopping centre called Nex (mentioned this in the previous post), and ate dinner in a cold environment. It was supposed to: watch Kungfu Panda 2 first, but the cinema was totally sold out, so- dinner. After that, sitting at the rooftop terrace at Nex, then home. Full-blown fever.
The uncomfortable feeling lasted much of the next day (Monday)- no energy to eat, inflammation at the back of the throat, blocked nose, fever, highest being 38.5 degrees Celsius, the works. Until i got dragged by my mother to the nearest doctor near my home, got medicine, rushed upstairs to sleep, and woke up and ate food and medicine at about 6pm. Then everything subsided. Ah, the wonders of medicine...
On Tuesday, i was feeling well enough to start doing a little bit of work. Then: my idiotic self took control again. I went out for a concert at the Esplanade, forgetting to bring along a jacket, and my pile of medicine. So i bought Stepsils instead (I was coughing really badly, it felt as though the lining of my throat was tearing out, spilling out blood...). After eating most of the packet (while lazing around in the Esplanade Library, in the concourse, seated and listening to the band, watching the weird actions of the various conductors...) I finally realised that it merely numbed, not reduced the likelihood of a cough. Stupid, useless Strepsils... (cursing myself, not the brand) And then, together with my other male friend, I proceeded to drink soup at NewYork NewYork along the underground stretch of mall (CityLink Mall? Can't remember). At first it was some mushroom soup, but that sold out, considering the time (nine plus in the evening); minestrone soup looked really tomato-soup-ish (I don't like tomato soup, and didn't even bother eating tomatoes till recent times) and so i chose the last option- calm chowder in a bowl of bread. The bread killed my throat, and so did my friend's bread stick (came with the minestrone soup HE ordered, and he didn't eat breadsticks...) So: back home, to fever once more. I rock.
And finally today. Wednesday. After having to skip Chinese class on Monday, and missing various other pieces of work to do (for example, PW- GPP), i was behind schedule, about two days or so... And I still have not collected my yearbook from Victoria School. I was dreaming/hallucinating in the morning, probably due to a lack of food, and my brain was forcing me to eat in order to survive... Dreamt of riding a really souped-up car-like thing and racing other cars and drivers around a converted multistorey carpark, and i couldn't access the small lanes meant for motorcycles and the like... Then i woke up, tried to eat really dry tarts, and finally came alive. The old cliche "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" apparently has more than a grain of truth in it. And after lunch, and finally more medicine, here i am, sweating it out (can't turn on the fan, too cold) and typing this post. Oh well, life sucks as usual. It feels like I'm wasting the same amout of time as Pre-U Seminar, but I'm worse off, because i don't even get to do anything fun, or sleep in an air-conditioned lecture hall, or catch up with my old VS mates, who apparently turned up for the Seminar in large numbers. Well, touch wood, and pray that i recover BEFORE Pre-U Seminar ends. And in time to do GPP, lots of other homework, catch Kungfu Panda on Friday night, et cetera, et cetera...
ADIOS.
I swear, there is none other as stupid as me. Without first lunging into the details of how i screwed myself up, down, left, right, under and in all sorts of directons you'd have me in, I have to say this one thing. Students are most afraid of one thing- especially those who have graduated from primary and secondary institutions, because the higher echelions (i know this is a typo, but who bloody cares) of education go at a faster and faster pace, until you have no time to catch your breath, and 'holidays' are unofficial 'study breaks'. So once you miss even one day of school, regardless of reason, you have to play catch-up feverishly (*laughs at the irony*) until you are on par with the others, or your grades automatically suffer. For me, even though it is supposedly the holidays, i have to catch up on about two months' worth of homework, especially for economics and math, without counting in the multitudes of homework laden upon the poor stdents by the teachers- i imagine them to be ogres, monsters of every kind, with unforgiving faces and leaning down upon you, whipping you, shouting at you to go faster, ever faster...
So, back to the 'sick diary' thing.
Sunday- Being the fool that i am, i picked up my male friend from the nearest MRT station, then proceeded to buy breakfast home to consume (we were doing a project, a competition for something called WLC- World Leadership Conference). At this point it started raining, kind of a drizzle, and so being the dunce that i was, rejected my parents' kind offers to send me and my frend home, and proceeded to walk ahead of him. Who had an umbrella. After getting myself drenched, i didn't change out of my clothes, ate breakfast, switched on the air- conditioner, and did some work till lunchtime. Then we went out and sweated, and played badminton; came home, more air-con, lunch, some more work, went out in the sunny weather to welcome the other female member of our group, came back to air-con, and played more badminton after everything was more or less settled. Then i rushed to rinse myself in moderately cold/lukewarm water, changed, and went out with the two of them, to a certain shopping centre called Nex (mentioned this in the previous post), and ate dinner in a cold environment. It was supposed to: watch Kungfu Panda 2 first, but the cinema was totally sold out, so- dinner. After that, sitting at the rooftop terrace at Nex, then home. Full-blown fever.
The uncomfortable feeling lasted much of the next day (Monday)- no energy to eat, inflammation at the back of the throat, blocked nose, fever, highest being 38.5 degrees Celsius, the works. Until i got dragged by my mother to the nearest doctor near my home, got medicine, rushed upstairs to sleep, and woke up and ate food and medicine at about 6pm. Then everything subsided. Ah, the wonders of medicine...
On Tuesday, i was feeling well enough to start doing a little bit of work. Then: my idiotic self took control again. I went out for a concert at the Esplanade, forgetting to bring along a jacket, and my pile of medicine. So i bought Stepsils instead (I was coughing really badly, it felt as though the lining of my throat was tearing out, spilling out blood...). After eating most of the packet (while lazing around in the Esplanade Library, in the concourse, seated and listening to the band, watching the weird actions of the various conductors...) I finally realised that it merely numbed, not reduced the likelihood of a cough. Stupid, useless Strepsils... (cursing myself, not the brand) And then, together with my other male friend, I proceeded to drink soup at NewYork NewYork along the underground stretch of mall (CityLink Mall? Can't remember). At first it was some mushroom soup, but that sold out, considering the time (nine plus in the evening); minestrone soup looked really tomato-soup-ish (I don't like tomato soup, and didn't even bother eating tomatoes till recent times) and so i chose the last option- calm chowder in a bowl of bread. The bread killed my throat, and so did my friend's bread stick (came with the minestrone soup HE ordered, and he didn't eat breadsticks...) So: back home, to fever once more. I rock.
And finally today. Wednesday. After having to skip Chinese class on Monday, and missing various other pieces of work to do (for example, PW- GPP), i was behind schedule, about two days or so... And I still have not collected my yearbook from Victoria School. I was dreaming/hallucinating in the morning, probably due to a lack of food, and my brain was forcing me to eat in order to survive... Dreamt of riding a really souped-up car-like thing and racing other cars and drivers around a converted multistorey carpark, and i couldn't access the small lanes meant for motorcycles and the like... Then i woke up, tried to eat really dry tarts, and finally came alive. The old cliche "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" apparently has more than a grain of truth in it. And after lunch, and finally more medicine, here i am, sweating it out (can't turn on the fan, too cold) and typing this post. Oh well, life sucks as usual. It feels like I'm wasting the same amout of time as Pre-U Seminar, but I'm worse off, because i don't even get to do anything fun, or sleep in an air-conditioned lecture hall, or catch up with my old VS mates, who apparently turned up for the Seminar in large numbers. Well, touch wood, and pray that i recover BEFORE Pre-U Seminar ends. And in time to do GPP, lots of other homework, catch Kungfu Panda on Friday night, et cetera, et cetera...
ADIOS.
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