I found myself singing during worship without meaning any of it. “Great is our God.” Come to think of it, I wasn’t really singing, more of mouthing the words. Singing praise and thanking our creator for the lesson I’m about to learn? I used to be dead almost everyday of the week and reborn again on Sundays. What the hell happened.
Read through my posts on livejournal last night. No doubt my posts back there were much more lively and surprisingly a good read to myself. What the hell happened.
Puked out my venti americano. My body’s been really weak these past few weeks. Nauseous. 3 more chapters till I’m allowed to sleep and I’m watching animal planet. I give in easily to animals. Hope I’m able to wake up for my test tomorrow.
Tragus piercing - 4 bucks. Ear infection - 90 bucks. My current mood – Priceless.
Here’s the long story:
I wanted by tragus piercing back, so I got it done at x craft again for that measly 4 bucks. Piercing was at the same spot, which made it twice as painful. Went home. Fast forward. Fell sick. Went to the doctors. Staff hit my tragus while taking my temperature. Went home. Adjusted stud. Got infected.
So today I went to a professional tattoo and piercing parlour to ask for their professional opinion. Turns out it was out of their control. Cabbed to Tan Tock Seng. Waited for an hour in a mask that reeked of undried clothing. Got a tetanus jab and meds. Paid 90 bucks and left for town to celebrate the rest of Derek’s birthday. Popcorn was my lunch and dinner.
Do I need any pity? No, I’m just urging anyone who reads this to not make the same mistake as me. Whether it was the piercing at x craft or the consulation at Tan Tock Seng, you be Judge Judy for now. Then again, rarely anyone is as foolish as me.
Me, Derek, Shawn, Weng Yang, Kelly, Amanda, Wei Kuang, Daniel.
All of us are sick currently which is weird because I came in contact with most of them recently.
Had the worse trip to the doctors. Started when I asked my dad whether he could send me to the doctors, he flared up at me. I mean it’s not my fault I fell ill. The whole time I was in the car he was reprimanding me about how irresponsible I am etc. Should’ve taken a cab there and back and skip the whole lecture. Reached the clinic to find it packed shortly before closing time. The staff took my temperature as I had the H1N1 symptoms. She thrusted the thermometer into my tragus piercing. Apparently my facial expressions of screaming in pain weren’t vaguely apparent to her at all, and she proceeded. Waited for 45 minutes trembling in my seat due to the cruel combination of air conditioning and an oscillating fan before I got diagnosed. Not to forget the magazine I picked off at the top of the pile to browse through turned out to be in French. Intriguing really.
I could continue, but I really shouldn’t because this is the outcome of cynicism.
- I am sorry yet again for not attending your party Jh.
Failblog does wonders to my boring pouring mornings.
Fan aimed at my head and lights on throughout. That’s how I do quick 30 minute naps without the help of an alarm, because I almost always sleep through them. Symptoms include slight to mild headache and severe lethargy for about an hour. In my opinion, that’s worth it.
Oh when will you ever stop leaking leaky. You make my cover sheets wet, nearly made me slip, deprive me of a good nights sleep. I’ll bring you to a doctor soon alright, till then you’ll just have to use the buckets and a towel.
I find myself once again at the airport attempting to complete my projects. After which I’m sending jh off. What an awesome friend I am. Risking myself of getting infected by swine flu to send your ass off to aussy land. Not to forget being able to give the ass or crotch to the SIA stewardess. Trucker indeed.
Everyone is going overseas while I’m stuck here. Hell hole (because I made it that way). Facing this contant systematic beat of shit. Not being able to handle it. Thus the forcing of self to study. My previous post of “home is where the heart is” has its limitations and I just figured it out. Kudos to my senselessness.
Batt is dying. Was smart this time and didn’t bother to bring my charger, because I will never be able to use it. Given up on those socketeers.
My introvertness will cost me more than I’ve ever imagined.
Fell terribly sick, but after sleeping from 8-12 I felt so much better. Rejuvinated by rejuvination. Now I won’t be able to crash till early morning. Thank god I have no school tomorrow. This leaves me with a whole lot of projects on my tasks list which I don’t really plan to start till end of the holidays. I think I’ve been putting in a reasonable amount of effort completing all my tutorials and such, but I got a feeling this semester won’t be as promising as I’d hoped for it to be.
