Monday, May 28, 2007
Ho hum. It's Day 1 of my June Holidays and I feel freaking guilty. I've played 5 hours of computer so far yet only done 1 question on titration.
Pathetic life I lead during holidays.
I've been feeling sleepy all day, and I have no idea why. I tried to get some andrenaline pumpin', I really did. However, my plans failed miserably.
Plan A. First thing in the morning, I woke up, and skipped rope 50 times in hope that exercise would waken me up. However, when I ended my TIRING 50 rounds of jump-rope, my head felt like it was spinning and I wasn't even sweating much. To top it off, I still felt like crawling back into bed. (Note to self: try 75 rounds tomorrow)
Switch to Plan B. I showered and washed my hair with soap, shampoo and conditioner(it took really long too). I thought that hey, water will definitely freshen me up right? Well, not for me. I stepped out shivering but still as sleepy as ever.
Plan C. Desperate times call for desperate measures. CAFFEINE. I drank my morning coffee milk because caffeine is sure to make you more awake. Well, I guess I should've taken more cuz it didn't seem to work.
I know all of you out there happen to have a bad memory. But yours can't ever be as bad as mine. For the extremely disorganised person that I am, I actually tried to be organised and neat for once and so a few weeks ago, I took out all my worksheets in my fat green file and categorised them according to eah subject. I then used paperclips to clip each stack of worksheets of differnt subjects together and left it at some corner of my room. A few days after my filing scheme, I brought all the different stacks of worksheets to school, and put each of them into the various subject folders that they belonged to.
Today, because I planned to take out my worksheets for major filing(at which I failed again), I couldn't find them. I searched and scoured high and low. From the topmost of my highest shelf to the bottom of my lowest drawer yet the worksheets were nowhere to be found. Stupid me actually still thought that the worksheets were at soem shelf in my room instead of in my files. After panicking for about 20 minutes, I suddenly remembered that all the worksheets were safely resting in the various files and that all the files were left UNTOUCHED in a huge plastic bag.
Oh the joy! The rapture! When I found them, I actually thought I'd cry tears of joy! Just when I tried to be organised for once, I lost my worksheets. Looks like I'm better off as the messy person I am.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I'm going to categorise everything because so many thing have happened but I wan't really int he mood to blog so I didn't post. I'm going to colour code everything so it'll be easier fo you gyus to read.
CAUSE AND EFFECT OF CAMP
As you know, my previous was typed in anger and hatred and I bet it showed you a darker, less-guai side of me. Let me try to redeem myself from the bad impression you have of me after that post. Does anyone know how hard was the impact of compulsory camp on me? If you don't, then listen up good, because it affected me badly, and VERY BADLY INDEED. In geography, cause, effect and solutions are really important. I shall state all 3 in this section because it is 100% relevant.
Cause:
CAMP(or the knowledge that I had to go for one, rather)
Effects:
List of how it affected me(my life, studies and attitude) after I heard that there was going to be compulsory camp--
1) I was thinking about it every single minute, even when I was eating. And I could not concentrate on anything(even watching TV) because I was too worried about it.
2) I walked around with this frown on my face that most people assume is caused my study stress. Oh no, studies are NOTHING compared to camps. I daresay, 90% of my unhappiness was caused by camp, and 9% was from my CCA, 1% for studies.
3) I became very very unconcerned about my schoolwork. I handed in work late, didn't do my class assignments properly and became entirely 'heck care' about anything to do with homework. All my work done in that period of time is in my messy cursive scrawl that I don't use unless I really don't have the mood to do work.
4) I stopped practising piano for 2 weeks. The most I played was 10 minutes on a Friday night before my lesson on Saturday and my Grade 6 pieces dropped in standard ten-fold.
5) I was on the computer almost 24/7. The best thing that could distract me from the anxiety was computer games so I was online almost all the time trying to numb myself from the pain. However painkillers do not last forever and when I logged off, I felt worse tha before. This remedy did not seem to work so I decided not to submerge myself in virtual-reality any longer.
Solutions:
1) I tried self denial but it didn't work because reality always gets back to you.
2) I tried to maintain a positive attitude, but all those bad memories prevented me from doing so.
3) As a last resort, and after much thought on its advantages and disadvantages, I have decided.
I AM NOT GOING FOR THE DAMNED CAMP. Mainly because I will not be doing anything productive, I am already going for the other one, and that I wil have to miss THREE classes for this one(so not worth it).
THE BOOKSHOP TIFF
When I went to the school bookshop to buy my higher chinese textbook 3A(or 3 shang as we normally call it) today, the auntie was totally rude to me. When I buy chinese textbooks, I usually ask for it in chinese. It's so weird if you want to buy a chinese book then ask for it in english, especially if you can speak chinese.
So when she asked me what I wanted to buy, I replied, "gao ji hua wen ke ben 3 shang."
Shen then went on to say in this conceited manner, "Speak english. I don't understand chinese."
I thought this was a bit strange since she looked chinese. I then waited and waited and waited for her to finish WAITING for 2 girls struggling with the photocopier(why she kept me waiting I have no idea). I then asked POLITELY in english and when I gave her a 10 dollar note, she practically threw the change in front of me! As if that wasn't enough, she proceeded to speak to the 2 girls with the photocopier IN EXCELLENT MANDARIN.
Excuse me, did you just mistake my mandarin for cantonese? Fine, my chinese isn't that good but at least I'm understood when I speak so there is no reason why you can't. Because from what you just said, I am very sure that you have a good command of the language but you just refuse to serve me when I speak chinese because... well because you have a personal feud with the Zhou dynasty centuries back? I do not care, I just want my textbook since I am paying good money for it. I do not even need you to speak to me. Just listen to what I want to buy, and sell it to me. No hassle, no argument, just 10 seconds, and FINISH.
THE INJURY
My friend injured her knee yesterday during Guides. She came hobbling over to us while we were suffering in footdrills and saved us from the physical torture of not being able to move your body. She had this bloody gash on her left knee, which I bet hurt a lot, but somehow, instead of feeling sorry for her, i felt envious. I haven't had a knee graze in years, I WANT ONE! Ok, so then everyone crowded around her with all the usual "Are you ok?", "Does it hurt?" comments and finally, we got this Red Cross person to tend to the wound. I did not realise that one puny graze needed so much medical attention.
Firstly, they had to "disinfect" the wound with antiseptic, then they applied ointment(or maybe it was iodine, or maybe it was BOTH). Then they placed a piece of gauze over it and stuck it down with 2 strips of surgery tape. I looked at it and was like, "WHOA!" I never thought that one small wound needed so much work! And I was even told that after that, there would be pus. Ugh.
Believe it or not, I never use antiseptic. NEVER. Not because I don't want to, but because I assumed that antiseptic was the equivalent of Zambuk, or any other ointment. The last time I grazed my knee, which was about 3 years ago, it was on my way to tuition. I was crossing the road, when I tripped, fell, and grazed my knee on the gravel road coated in dust and dirt. As I was on my way to tuition, I did not want to waste time getting home to tend to the wound, so I went to the tuition centre anyway. When I got there, I rushed into the toilet, and to my horror, there was only 1 solitary piece of tissue resting in my tissue packet! I wet it with cold water, and dabbed my wound with it, rather ineffectively. I then limped to the class for my 2 hour tuition.
When my tuition was over, I rushed home the best I could with my poor maimed knee. I WASHED the wound with cold water for a few minutes and then gently dabbed it dry. Then, I applied some ointment onto my wound(it was NOT antiseptic), and applied some to a piece of gauze. I then stuck the gauze onto my wound and admired it. I ACTUALLY DRESSED MY OWN WOUND FOR THE FIRST TIME! And guess what, there was not infection at all, none, zero, asolutely ZILCH. NO pus, nothing. Just the usual pain and diffulty in walking but other than that, nothing else.
So when people ask me what's the secret to not getting infected wounds, here's the answer: DO NOT USE ANTISEPTIC. :D
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