Tuesday, August 19th 2008

Fever has gone down, but nausea has started. Is it because I'm hungry? It's 6.27pm, and I'm waiting for dinner. Dad's still in the midst of cooking, cutting vegetables, etc etc. Gahh, I hate feeling nauseous. You can't do anything. Well, anything but blog.

I only attended half-a-day of school today- Double English and Double Math. Ms Yip got annoyed with our class again. We were doing English Oral again but nobody wanted to try. They were afraid to, they said. Oh man, it's going to be even worse in front of a team of examiners. I'm in every position to tell you guys that. Been through all that shit last year.

Math wasn't all that bad today, only I probably failed another one of those Math tests. We were supposed to mark it and do the corrections while Mrs Khoo flashed the answers and workings over the visualiser. I got some marks out of my graph. I can draw triangles! =D

Went up to Mrs Khoo after lesson to tell her I wanted to go home because I wasn't feeling well. Explained that I had a temperature this morning, and she made me take my temperature, and because my temperature had gone down from 37.7 deg C to 37.3 deg C, I'm not sure she believed me, but she said I could go home anyway. Dad came to pick me up from school, and insisted on taking me to see the doctor (my childhood doctor, oh no!). It was very awkward, because I used to live at the same condo as him, and he knew me since I was a little kid, I even remember talking to him while we were swimming. Anyway, ever since I moved out of the condo years and years ago, I haven't been going to his clinic very often, so it was very awkward to see him again.

This is the part I want to type about.

I was called into his examination room, and I sat gingerly at the chair. It was actually kind of comforting seeing his face again, because I've seen it since I was young. I have to stress that he is a very gentle doctor. He does everything slowly, gently, as if using a little more force or speed would kill somebody. Good doctor. Anyway, he was using his stethoscope to listen to my heart-beat and breathing. Since I was a child, I've been too curious not to look around his office/examination room while he used his stethoscope on me, and so, I did. I caught sight of a display on one of his shelves behind him. There was a small chart that said in bold "Determine the hardness of your erection" and several long objects: a plastic corn, a plastic banana, and something else I can't remember. They all looked very edible. It was hilarious, but I had to keep from laughing. He's a doctor, and nothing related to the human body can embarrass him anymore.

Monday, August 18th 2008

I'm ill again, took my temperature just now and concluded that I have a slight fever of 37.8 deg C, not too bad. My poor white blood cells are desperately trying to produce more antibodies to fight the germs. My throat is inflamed, and it takes me effort to focus on what I'm doing with this headache that won't go away.
Didn't go for night-study tonight, came home after school. I suffered on the way home because I was being weighed down by a very heavy bag, and I was sick and walking in the sun. Wanted to do many other things like print pictures for Art prep work and look at plain backpacks to design, but I spared myself. Poor body can't do anything but wait it out, millions of blood cells and antibodies have died.
Ms Ho is going to kill me, because I've been feeling too lousy to do any Art.

I can't believe I have my English 'O' level oral this Thursday. I hope I don't lose my voice completely, or better, I will be completely cured by then. I want to stay home instead of having to trudge through all the lessons at school and attend night-study, but it's a crucial week. Prelims start next week.

All right, am burning up worse than before. It's only 9.30pm but I shall get ready for bed now. Poor, poor body needs its rest.

Friday, August 8th 2008

Plenty of shit has happened since I last blogged, but forget all that.

Today is Mrs Khoo's birthday (Happy Birthday, Mrs Khoo!!!) and we sang for her countless times, and we put one candle on her cake because we didn't/don't know how old she is. She was so cute today, eating cookies, cherries and talking to us with cake-cream around her mouth.
While we were waiting in our school grounds for further instructions on the "Linking Hands" exercise, I saw Mrs Khoo sitting alone, so I asked Vanessa if she could do me a favor, and then dragged her over to where Mrs Khoo was seated, then asked for a photograph. She was nice enough to say "sure!" to my request, so Vanessa helped me take one of us.
I had another one of those realisations. I was reminded again of how human Mrs Khoo is, and I'm so grateful we went through the crap when I was Sec 2, then made up when I got to Sec 4. I remember how sick I felt on the first day of Sec 4 when I found out she was going to be my form teacher, but then I got to know and accept her. On the first day of Sec 5, I was so thankful she was/is my form teacher.
She's so warm.

Have recently taken an interest in "Farinelli" and music from the movie. Got interested when I saw the videos of "Ombra Fedele Anch'Io" and "Lascia Ch'io Pianga" on Youtube. Was slightly disappointed to find out that the singing voice in the movie doesn't belong to a man, but to a female soprano and a counter-tenor. They sort-of blended them. It's all right, though. There's still Philippe Jaroussky, who can sing higher than I can, and there were all the castrati.
I wish I were born in the 18th century, a male, and castrated. I'd love to be able to sing so beautifully, up to three-and-a-half octaves!
Sigh, jealousy strikes again.