TIRED and CRABBY

Working and studying simultaneously has to be the worst thing on the planet. Bleh. Sitting through a lecture now trying very hard to keep my eyes open. CANNOT understand a word of what my professor is saying. Panic is happening. Bleh

The best days of the week

I have been a happy kid these last two days :) So what has been driving me... Some good work at office and a lot of cleaning at home. I don't know what it is about cleaning, but it makes me so happy after I've done it. I like to think I'm like Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S who has the obssesive need to clean. The sad part though is that after I'm done cleaning, I find it that much harder to maintain. But its good in a way because then in a couple of weeks, my room's messy enough to warrant another cleaning session. Ok, I'm just babbling about something here that has no connection to the topic posted above, so lets get back to that. The best days of the week for me are always Fridays and Saturdays. Yes, that's all. In a week of 7 days, I only find 2 days of true happiness. Now if your curious, here are my thoughts for all days in the week -

Monday - Oh no! Its Monday again. Not only do I have to be at work for the entire day, I have to worry about not getting my Monday headache (If you've read my older posts, you know what this is)

Tuesday - OK, 4 more days for the week to come to a close. 4 days-4 days-4 days-4 days (chants in the head) . Its going to be ok. (Then the realization) Shit, I have to get up early tomorrow because I have to be at work by 8.30 :(

Wednesday - Ahhhh! Class.. Trust me, nothing is more painful than having to work all day from 8.30 am to 4.30 pm and then having to head down to school to attend a lecture taught by an innocent looking albeit cunning professor for 2 hours. ( But yay! he lets us go at 8.05pm instead of 8.30pm)

Thursday - Week's coming to a end. Muhahahahahahaha ( I wish I had class on Thursdays instead of Fridays so I could truly enjoy my Friday, but its OK I guess)

Friday - If your happy and you know it, clap your hands . *Clap-Clap* :D Even the class in the evening does nothing to dampen my spirits because I know I have two days up ahead to laze around and chill and do more cleaning. :P

Saturday - Yawn. Best day of the week. Knowing that you don't have to do anything for that day and the next is  pure awesomeness. Its that kind of a day where you can lie down doing nothing the entire day and still be smiling!

Sunday - Sunday I think is a holiday to make you do all the tough physical work that you diligently avoided over the week. Cook,do the dishes,the pile of laundry and not to forget, the gloom that hovers around you because Monday is fast approaching.

And that is how my week goes by. No prizes for guessing what day of the week it is today. :)

If your happy and you know it, clap your hands *clap-clap*
If your happy and you know it, snap your fingers *snap-snap*
if your happy and you know it, and you really want to show it
If your happy and you know it, tap your feet *tap-tap*

YES! Its Friday and I'm a happy kid who's anticipating the weekend. :D :D

Theory of Relativity?

How is it that weekends go by so fast even when you are not doing ANYTHING fun.. (like you know even when your absolutely bored to death)
As for the weekdays - well, every second seems like an hour.  And yet, when I have tons of work to do, time seems to be in a hurry on weekdays too. 

The thrill of competing

The spectacle that London 2012 was is finally over. Personally, I did not watch anything other than the terrfic gold medal badminton match between Lee Chong Wei of Malaysia and Lin Dan of China (both, being players who I had never heard of before, but then again I don't follow the sport, so yes, its alright). So what am I writing about here? No! Not about the 6 medals that my country won. As proud as I am of our athletes, I am also miffed by the fact that 6 medals was all a country with over a billion people could manage. So then what is this about?

The other day, purely because I was bored, I watched a video of Usain Bolt's 200m race in the Olympics. It was a 20 second affair, but an absolutely gripping contest. At 150m , Blake and Bolt were running head to head. The fastest man on the planet was being challenged at that point! It is of course another thing that he eventually pulled away and won comfortably with Jamaica taking silver and bronze as well . So excited I was while watching this that it brought back fond memories from my own life. Long long ago, when I walked those tracks, when I could hear my heart beating as fast as I don't know what.. at the start line while I tried to listen to the person yellin Ready...Set...GO, when we celebrated victory like it was the most important thing on the planet. I don't compete in this sphere anymore, but what fun it was in those days, training together, the team work and effort, cheering for team mates when we were not competing in that event. It is definitely one of the things about my life that I miss a lot - the thrill of competing.

THINGS THAT MATTER

To you, I owe my life
You taught me right and showed me wrong
You broke my heart a countless times
Yet I could not turn my back to you.
You failed miserably in a few important things,
But you also taught me to be strong, to take failure in my stride
You showed me early that this life would not be an easy journey,
But you taught me not to give up too.
You may have been harsh at times,
And I might have been mad at you more often than not
But I love you so just the same.

To the two people I owe my life to,
I miss you terribly, I wish I did not have to grow up,
I wish you did not have to grow old,
I wish you'd show me some more love,
And I wish you were here! 

The 'friendly' Golden Retriever

Rewind --
 I must have been 7 or 8 years old. Cinika and I played in front of 'F' block on a lazy Sunday evening as we normally did. From far off, we could see a dog running towards where we were playing. We looked around hoping to see someone older who could rescue us if there was a need, but there was no one in sight. I was a tall kid back then too, but not big enough to handle a dog. As the wretched animal got closer, we saw it grow in size and it seemed to be coming faster encouraged by the fear on our faces. It took us two minutes, but soon we were screaming and running in opposite directions. Now obviously the dog took off too and unfortunately for me, it decided to let her go and take me on instead. I was absolutely petrified, I yelled as loudly as I could while I ran for my life.The tears began to flow. I don' remember how long this running and chasing happened. I must have been quite fast because it never caught up with me to bite. I vaguely remember getting saved by some random uncle on the road after what seemed like an eternity. He chased the dog away, made me sit down and waited for my crying to subside. When I was done, he told me never to run from a dog and that if I was too afraid of it when it came near me, all I had to do was 'shoo' it away. I went back home wiser, but more afraid.

Back in the Present --

CYNOPHOBIA??

I always feared dogs, but I realized that it was much worse than just fear yesterday. Singapore is not a country I love, but I have many nice things to say about this place, one of it being the absence of stray dogs on the road. Having been here for a year, I have gotten used to tame well behaved dogs being walked by their owners. Of course, I never dared to go closer than was necessary, but that is not the point. Last evening as I stepped out of my room to go out, I saw this big furry creature run out at me from the lobby. I panicked, my heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst open spilling blood everywhere. I tried to ignore it, after all dogs are well behaved in this country. But no, not this one. He ran straight at me, beige in color, apparently a golden retriever ( as I found out later, but I couldn't care lesser). When he was within inches from me, as I saw no responsible owner, it felt like I was 7 again, I started to run. Maybe I have gotten slow over the years,this time the stupid dog did catch up and though he did not bite, he kept running around my legs and trying to reach up to my hand ( No, I did not have any food). I wanted to scream, but it seemed like I had lost my voice. I remembered the wisdom I had acquired as a young kid, I tried to 'shoo' him away. But my feeble 'shoos' were not enough to scare the big boy. Then suddenly I found my voice and I screamed, screamed so loud, but once again there was not a soul who could do anything. I started to cry again, I could not breathe properly, it was the most awful feeling in the world. The dog had not left me yet, it was still there rubbing its stupid nose and fur on my legs unperturbed by the screaming and racket I was causing. Then a friend came to my rescue and tried to calm me as he asked some random person to lead the dog away. I sobbed for 15 minutes afterwards. Not a thing has changed in 15 years,I complained to the manager her and she told me it was a friendly dog and that it came by on Saturdays. I don't care if its friendly, I don't care who it belongs to, just don't ever bring it in front of me again.

HEADACHES..

When you have headaches for 3 days in a row no matter how much you eat/rest/relax, should you press the panic button and run to a doctor? I wonder why people get headaches, why can't something else ache. When I have a headache, I can barely think and I throw up if I try to get food in my system. Its so bad that I cannot even fall asleep. Its like being punished for some terrible crime. There is no cure that hasn't been tried. Apparently aspirin works for some people, sadly it doesn't for me. To make things worse, I can only take the medicine with some food in my stomach and at that point my system fails me by instantaneosly throwing out anything that is injected. I wonder if anyone's heard of a monday headache. As strange as it sounds, it happens and you cannot imagine my delight when I found someone else with the same problem. Every Monday, as if the body clock is set, by 11 in the morning I have a splitting headache and the only thing I want to do is apply a bucketload of Amrutanjan or Tiger Balm ( for those of you who don't know what that is - it is a 'pain-relief' balm) on my eye lids and savour the burning sensation tht it brings. The reason why I apply it on my eye lids is that it does not have any effect if I apply it on the temples where it is supposed to be applied. Daddy dearest agrees with me that this is the best thing to do with a headache. Yannnnyway, I think today's headache is primarily due to the pressure that I have been feeling over meeting my professor for over a week now. In about two hours, I hope I will be done with that. Got to get back to working now.

So much for not being able to work with a headache! Bleh