Thursday, May 25, 2006
evil needles
10:07 PM
i went for my national service medical service screening today. wasn't anything like i expected. no scary men in military uniforms screaming orders at you. most of the staff there were ns men as well from what i collected.
the guy at the registration counter immediately changed my perception of the place when he joked with me. joking was ok. so that means i won't have people ordering me to do 20 @!#%$##@ million push ups if i said something stupid. whew. anyway, the urine test was kinda funny. "take a bottle and a stick, go inside and read the instructions." heh. like talking about a urine test was that embarrassing. the other tests were less memorable. except the blood test. before you go thinking "oh man, a grown man afraid of a little bllod test." let me assure you i wasn't afraid. just in a whole lot of pain. when the needle came in it wasn't that bad. only when it went out and in again. and again. and again.
you see, my mom's a thalassemia minor and they needed to run some extra tests to see if i'm one too. so that meant more blood. ok, no problem. first bottle went fine. jab, draw, cap. then bottle, jab. ... ... wait. no blood was coming out. pull out (ouch). jab (ouch) again. still no blood. pull (oookkk...). jab (wtf). repeat process about 2 more times. i'm there trying my best to smile at the guy, but the look on my face must've resembled more of "WTF ARE YOU DOING??!! I'M IN FUCKING PAIN HERE!!" grimace cos he asked me whether i was in pain(duh). another doc comes over and tells him to remove the strap on my bicep and relax my fist (must be some sorta SOP before drawing blood: they will strap your bicep with something, cloth or rope and ask you to clench or lift your fist in an upwards twist) and voila! blood comes flowing out. thanks for all the jabbing doc =/ anyway after that i must've looked pretty pale cos the doc asked me whether i was dizzy(i was a little lightheaded; 3 testtubes of blood is quite alot right? 3 pints at least? i dunno) and asked me whether i wanted anything to eat. err... i've lost blood and i should eat something? how does that add up? can someone explain to me? i'm not a biology student but i know for sure food does not substitute blood or we'd have soldiers running on caffine and sugar.
hmmm... and i'm kinda afraid. everything on my report was PES A. i sure as hell don't wanna be a commando and die for no fucking reason. but my assigned PES is D (pending the blood test) so i have a slim chance of being reassigned to something less... demanding? praying now would be the smartest thing i could think of. oh wait. i'm atheist :'(
Now listening to: Never Enough by Dream Theather
Now playing: Dota
lone wolf syndrome.
Monday, May 22, 2006
friendster
11:11 PM
friendster, myspace, wholivesnearme, ringo, hi5 just to name a few. "friend" networks. amusing in my opinion. i never knew i had to have to use an internet database to keep track of my friends. nor did i know that i needed one to make new friends. ah yes, "friends", loosely defined as people you know. unfortunately, the development of sites such as friendster shattered that definition. i have people i hardly know adding me and vice versa (yes, there are purely logical reasons for this other than "DAMN, that chick looks cute!"). maybe the internet provides the anonymity which makes the "let's be friends!" situation more... simple. and less scary. and having said this, i have no idea whether the chick who looks like a model on my friendster could in fact be a perverse 80 year old man.
yes, i do relish at the thought of giving you people nightmares.
anyway, to prove a point, i shall create a friendster account with pictures of some hot chick and a suitably decieving profile and see how many friend requests i recieve in a week. =D
lone wolf syndrome.
Monday, May 15, 2006
6:38 PM
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Owen Wilson
lone wolf syndrome.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
writer's block
12:15 PM
exams are such social life robbing activities. i hardly had time to go out with fio during the exams, let alone blog =( and my results are crap. i failed my econs for the first time cos i misinterpreted the question and wrote a load of bullcrap instead =/ now i'm trying to figure out how to break the news of my other results to my parents >< damn. life seems so bleak -.-
well, on a brighter note, imma be an SLO soon! =D pre u sem starts on the first day of the june hols. hope they have wireless in prince george's park, haha...
yes, i know, it's not my usual style of writing today. i've been feeling a lack of inspiration to write anything... maybe that's why i haven't been updating =/ guess i'm a little depressed with my fucked up results... it's not like i didn't put in effort either. oh well. i'll do better next time.
Now listening to: Through The Flames And Fire by Dragonforce
Now playing: wc3 mostly... dota and some other maps.
lone wolf syndrome.
