Thursday, 26 July 2007

Take an aspirin and call me if you don't survive.

Ah.. I'm sick.

Not the xiang3 wai1 type of sick, but the really really ill type of sick. Started from somewhere in between Tuesday and Thursday. Couldn't be sure.

I woke up in the middle of the night and started to shiver. The air con felt much colder than usual. I ignored it and decided to try to sleep again. But it kept coming, coming, coming. I couldn't stop shivering. I went outside my room and lay on the living room sofa where it was warmer.

Shiver, shiver, shiver.

I couldn't stop. It wasn't the cold. Not from outside. I felt too cold on the inside.

For the first time in my life, I felt scared about being sick. It really was scary. I was getting too cold on the inside. And I can't do a thing. I woke my mother and told her that I was shivering non-stop. She hurried me to the kitchen. I sat down on a chair and lay my hands and head on the table, where I continued to shiver.

Rattle, went the table. Rattle, rattle, rattle.

That was my mother's cue to be afraid. She put a cup of warm water in front of me, and kept asking me worriedly what's wrong. I said I don't know, and sipped a little from the mug. Drop by drop I felt the warmth flow down. But it didn't work. Every one delved deep into the cold.

Disappeared, shattered, consumed.

Shiver, shiver, shiver.

Rattle, rattle, rattle.


I felt worse every passing moment. What's going on. Why am I shaking. Why is it so cold. I can't stop shivering. The cold's growing. Growing every moment. Every passing moment.

(Highlight if you aren't too scared of disgusting descriptions. If not, skip it. I'm serious.)
All of a sudden, I ran to the sink and threw up. Alot. It came through my mouth, and it came through my nose. For those five seconds, it felt like my stomach and intestines were turning inside out at the same time. Kind of like how you would squeeze the very last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. Only worse, and more painful.

After those excruciating moments, I breathed as if I almost suffocated and drowned. My stomach felt weak, and so were my legs. My mother quickly came over and patted me on my back, and turned on the tap. I went to another toilet to wash myself up. The rest of the night (or was it day?) was sleepless. I spent most of it sitting in front of the sink, feeling that any moment I would throw up again. I did, twice in fact, before going back to sleep.

The next day, I woke up. I couldn't move properly. It took all my strength just to turn myself over. And that was all. I was burning up all over, and my mother told me to continue sleeping. I had a fever and, by the looks of what happened yesterday, food poisoning to go with it. Yipee.
I groaned. Now what would happen to my IDMI. And third lang CA. As I though, I slowly fell asleep again.

It was only in the afternoon when I went to the doctor, and in the state that I was, I could've been knocked down by the Batmobile painted pink and still be unaware of what happened. Luckily, my mother was there to help me along, and nobody wanted to pull a prank on Bruce Wayne. The doctor was a nice man, and at least I got the medicine I needed. The rest of the day was spent the same as the morning. Lying in bed.

Horrible experience, and still feeling the aftermath of it.

Monday, 23 July 2007

Make a left turn.

I remember mentioning in my 7th post (I think) that I'll make the 10th special. Never expected to replace what I planned with this. Oh well, maybe its special enough.

Okay, so I recieved VJ's letter a few days ago. Was pretty surprised, seeing as how I screwed up the interview along with the entry test, so was stunned a little when I saw the letter. So after the hyper-ventilation and dizzy spells (just joking lah...), I read the letter again and found out I had until Thursday to make a decision.

I put it off for the past few days, busy with IDMI and all, but since I had time tonight, decided to... er, decide once and for all. On this post. Don't you feel honoured to see my decision already?


Okay. Pros and cons.


Education:

VJ: Hmm, good rep for both IP and JC, so its pretty safe to say that I'll be assured good education there.

DHS: JC is new, so I have no idea how good it is.


CCA:

VJ: WOOO OMG THEY'VE GOT ALUMINIUM!!!!SHIFT11ONE. But then again, their team... Well most of my CCA people should know.

DHS: Okay no argument. DHSAWCRAP > all.


Campus:

VJ: Looked pretty cool when I went there. The classrooms are airconned too I think.

DHS: Man, our current campus sucks. But I'm patient. I can wait till Sec 4, I hope.


Uniform:
Note - its kinda weird, since I have the fashion sense of a banana (not zhi kai). But my post's not very long, so what the heck.

VJ: I'm not sure beige is my colour, but looks clean and nice.

DHS: I hate the metal buttons. Fullstop.

Teachers:

VJ: From what I've heard, they seem nice enough. They appreciate sarcasm I think.

DHS: Some are nice, but some (cannot name lah. now everything online can and will be used agaisnt you in court) are err... not so nice. You know who they are.



Alright, that's it. Hmm, tough decision. Maybe I need a tie breaker like...



Friends (D'oh~):

VJ: 0 + 0 = _

DHS: kiska ) + DHSAWCRAP + DHSSC = ∞

and we all know that ∞ > all. literally.


Huh. Finally I can give Madam Sau an answer.

Monday, 16 July 2007

<3 photoshop

Have I ever mentioned how much I love photoshop?

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Monday, 9 July 2007

The vicissitudes of my life.

知足inspired.





I’ve been lost with a shadow over my head,
I’ve spent many sleepless nights inside my bed.
It has never happened so strangely before,
I’ve tried so hard, just so hard to ignore.

The world looks like it’s changed in the smallest way,
My life feels like it’s a tragedy cliché.
We used to greet with a wave or smile,
But now we avoid each other by a mile.

I’ve been thinking so much,
So much about that first touch.
I can never forget,
That little moment we had –
The vicissitudes of my life.

I’ve always compared you to a summer’s day –
You’re the sun shining me ray by ray.
You’re the warm breeze blowing my face,
You’re the cool waters I loved to taste.

Yet one day the summer has to go,
Winter will coming, bringing freezing snow.
It was so fast, how you turn so cold,
Leaving me nothing but the frost to hold.

I’ve been thinking so much,
So much about that first touch.
I can never forget,
That little moment we had –
The vicissitudes of my life.

You were the apple of my eye,
But when I looked in yours, a different face I spy.
It left a crater in my heart, As I never knew – When did we part?

Yet after my tears began to dry,
I thought about whether I’ve been living a lie.
Outside my shoes, I’ve started to see,
Maybe we were never meant to be.

I’ve been thinking so much,
So much about that first touch.
I can never forget,
That little moment we had –
The vicissitudes of my life.

I’ve always noted we’re worlds apart,
But you two pair better than Strife and Lockhart.
There’s no point for me to act on in this show,
So I’ll pick up what’s left of my heart and go.

It never took so much to say a Goodbye,
But this one was longer than the seas and the sky.
Giving my life itself would never be enough,
To hear you give me one last laugh.






Now to mail it to a music company and wait for my first paycheck.

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Lotsa luck and none of it good

Just hit me that - no not sherman's basketball - tomorrow's my national's competition. I make it sound like a walk in the park, since my team doesn't have a prayer of winning first unless the scorers are beaten up with bruises on every eyelid, half drunk and delirious with a massive hangover to boot. Not likely.

Still, I'll have to try my best, even with the headache the basketball gave me. Eh Zoe, now I know how you feel most of the time. The stress is settling in fast, and so is my urge to sleep. I've gotta reach Yishun tomorrow by 7.45, which is basically the first detail a.k.a timeslot. At least that means I won't have to panic over seeing the previous shooter's scores.

It's keeping me real jittery, so I doubt I'll get much sleep. The C girls set a high - and really high - bar, probably one that we might not be able to reach. I'm considering sending a hitman to get the other schools' shooters.

Well, not in a very good mood to blog, and sorry there isn't much nice stuff here. But watch out for post ten. I'm working on something special =D