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Monday, June 09, 2008

1:47 PM

I've read through the last post, and god, it was incredibly pathetic and disgusting.

Yes it was just so urgh! I would never say that if I'm completely healthy and sane. Obviously I wasn't, because some unknown virus (I say unknown because I didn't go see a doctor, much to Tee Zhuo's and Qifannn's dismay) attacked my brain till it was a pool of grey mush.

Well the good thing is that the pool of grey mush has reconstructed itself and I'm almost okay now. Except for a little trembling and weakness in my limbs, a tiny bit of knotting in my stomach (which is really tiny, compared to the goddamned painful clenchy thingy), I'm okay.

Yeah thanks for all the people who bothered to check on me, who said "Are you okay" or "Take care", especially people like Tee Zhuo (who offered informative details of gastric flu*) and Qifannn (who listened to all my inane ramblings, when he was supposed to chase me for band admin stuff**)

*Apparently, I'm showing symptoms of gastric flu (yay, my ailment has a name) which has some strange relapse thingo:

Teezhuo: "you're going to feel better in 3 days and then hav a relapse, worse than the 1st, if you dun sleep on the 4th day"

So let's see... I fell sick on Friday night, so I'm feeling better now, which is the third day. So I must sleep on the fourth, which is tomorrow, or I'll get a relapse. I don't really believe it, because it sounds medically dubious, but I'll just try it anyway, because everyone knows that if you don't listen to Grandma Tee's old wives tales you'll die a horrible death.

And after his sagely advice (so weird to be typing 'he' after saying 'Grandma Tee'. Never mind.) he did his disappearing act. Tee Zhuo has been doing a lot of that lately. He'll come online for like 20 minutes, warning people on his pm not to call him, and disappear.

I suspect he's at the Annual Convention of Eccentric Clarinetists, but the last time I checked Mr Lim L.H. was still around, so that's a little paradox there.

**Now about the band admin stuff. Qifannn was doing his good friend thing on Saturday night, just generally agreeing to everything I say (BECAUSE THE PATIENT IS ALWAYS RIGHT) and trying to not agitate me (which is an entire strategy, like saying "sigh" to things you don't really agree on, and saying little things to appease me). And he didn't mention ANYTHING about band stuff at all, which was fine until I read my mail the following day.

Got hit by emails from BM (Qifannn, duh), QM and Treasurer.

Okay I know I read my mails very infrequently. I feel like I've lost a lot of days.

Anyway SLs were supposed to collate some information, and it's urgent, but I totally didn't take note. But qifannn excused me on the grounds that I was "severely ill". Now I feel all sorts of guilt because I wasn't severely ill, per se. Severely ill would mean being permanently bed-ridden, and being attached to a life-support machine, or going through chemotherapy and radiotherapy and ingesting a cane frog like that stupid dog on the news did.

Yeah I've been catching up on a lot of news at home recently, since I've got nothing to do. When I was like really really sick I just drifted in and out of reality, dreaming of weird little black building made out of sticks and miniature people fighting wars over them. (Don't ask me what it means, it's probably a philosophical interpretation of the biological conflicts taking place on a metaphysical pla- OH SHUT UP.)

And took a lot of hot showers, because I kept feeling cold.

And walking around my house looking for the best bed to rest in and spread my germs.

And opening the fridge to find something to eat, then closing it again, because it was too cold. Then opening it again because I was hungry. And closing it because it was too cold. And so on. (I was in a daze, fine?! Spare a thought for the ill.)

And drinking a lot of apple and cranberry and carrot juice. And lots of watery porridge which is insipid.

Oh yes, I did the stupidest thing ever. I tried to find something to spice up the tasteless porridge. I tried what, pepper, soy sauce, and MAGGI MEE FLAVOURING. Health value aside, it leaves a disgusting bland feeling in your mouth. Yuck. Don't do it. Seriously.

Oh and I read blogs. About all the people complaining about the fire drill. I don't think I should comment on it now, because I'm quite pissed and if I do, I'll probably be insensitive and start exploding about how it's not fair and it's not my fault and blahblahblah. Plus, not good for my health.

I'll post up the pictures and videos I took soon. Zhenyang, I'll pass them to you too, don't worry.

Okay that's all.

signed, jiasheng

19th Sept
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