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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
right, so things aren't going too well. went to the doc again on monday- this time, the old doc who knew all about what i'd been through for the past 2 visits was gone- guess what, guess what, she wasn't fat after all, it was a baby in her -_- darn maternity leave. so this wizened old fairy godmother took over her. no, i'm not being mean, she really was quite wrinkled and waved her hands now and then while talking to me. she actually called up another doctor to ask what she should do after i related the whole case to her...and ended up telling me i'd have to see an ENT in the end. in fact she said i should've gone to one in the first place. so she said best thing to do right then would be to see one on that day itself; 'nasal washout is very fast, takes only about 1 week to recover from!' '...i have final exams next week.' 'oh...' yeah and once she heard that she got all scared and didn't dare to give me anything 'special' in case it'd ruin my health or do something drastic in case i'd be rendered weak/dying and unable to take my exams in a somewhat coherent state. she ended up giving me even more antibiotics- this time, enhancin instead of clarithromycin. and i'll never forget the words she uttered as she ushered me out of the room: 'i just wish i could wave a magic wand and cure all of your problems!' and you thought i was kidding when i called her fairy godmother. haha, that was quite sweet of her luh, i think she felt pretty bad for me.
she did, though, neglect to caution me against the bonus side effects of enhancin, which turns out to be amoxicillin courtesy of wikipedia. i think i've taken it at least once before. i scored two bonuses: diarrhea and nausea. grumble grumble grumble. i kid you not, my ass was in agony the entire of yesterday morning when consulting fazli in school. oh fine so i've got myself to blame- i did, for an hour, somehow walk away to hand up an essay to naresh, found slim talking to rachel and kenric and joined them for...quite some time. and when i returned fazli'd gone; thankfully he'd been attending to another student previously, so i hadn't left him unentertained and empty-handed.
i'm beginning to think our cohort shirt is pretty egoistic. IRRESIST(IB)LE! i felt rather ... walking around clementi in that. it's looking more and more like a desperate attempt to follow the trend of enclosing an 'IB' within parantheses within the chosen word. future cohorts' attempts in dutifully following the trend will exhaust the pool of 'IB' words- ten years down the road, it'd probably be 'L(IB)RARY'. or, if the council's desperate (and the cohort lucky) enough, 'L(IB)IDO'.
went to the dentist aka auntie yesterday. grumbled about the sinusitis; she sympathized and agreed that seeing an ENT first would've been the prime choice. 'chang tou liang', i mumbled under my breath. her: 'huh what dialect is that' me: 'no, that's his name...' haha, she probably thought i was cursing in some hokkien dialect or something. she removed a little metal button at the roof of my mouth- hehe and she said that when i saw the ENT and he asked what was the depression in the roof of my mouth, to tell him i'd removed a palate stud. she did give me a contact for an ENT, too :D haha, awesome auntie. and what can a congested sinus, diarrhea, nausea do against rainbow coloured rubbers?
slept early yesterday. woke up earlier today. showered, had breakfast, called the ENT, fixed up an appointment tomorrow- tomorrow's actually fully booked, but i think they managed to squeeze me in before the first slot. felt good after that. it was 8am. then i fell asleep and woke up at 10.30am. watched a starcraft replay. looked at the clock again; it said 10am. looked at the computer clock; 10.55am. pity, it was the other clock that was spoilt. the darn alarm clock, too! i have not started bio yet; although i told myself yesterday that i would. then again, i told myself that again on monday. nevermind. i did finish paddy clarke, though, and had some thoughts on it.
just one thought on the book: at the end of the story, we see paddy boycotted and outcast from his friends, and witnessing first-hand the fissuring of his parents' relationship. it is indeed incredibly sad at first. but i kind of thought, throughout the book, we do see many, many instances of paddy's friends going through, or having had gone through, experiences that are not all too dissimilar. Liam and Aidan's parents; Kevin's parents; the (rather vicious) bullying of Edward Swanwick and the eventual (and ambiguous) fate of himself and his family; paddy's treatment of an unnamed Corporation boy (kicking him, throwing him of a roof before he is promptly forgotten); there are plenty of occasions where other kids seem to have gone through just as much, or even more, than paddy. so what is it that makes paddy's story so special? is it because he does take a far keener interest/concern in these events? we read of Kevin's and Charles's indifference to his parents' arguments, in stark contrast to paddy's own reaction- his train of thought becomes so much more frequently hijacked by the domestic issues unfolding at home, even when he is at school.
i had more thoughts about the book, but in the end i felt that deep down, paddy clarke is a book that centres around relationships- not so much at first, as paddy is indeed sometimes occupied with childish fascinations and obsessions earlier in the book, but toward the end of the book, it just seems these relationship problems are of greater bearing to him, and he devotes much more thought and time to them, only intermittently reverting to his previous 'immature' thoughts as some sort of defense mechanism when he comes across things that are rather uncomfortable for him to discuss, or when he his state of mind is feeling threatened at that point in time.
it's hard to explain, but i just felt there are many things that aren't easy to put in words when discussing the books. many things you could discuss are nuanced into deep undertones; it is difficult to pick them apart in a way that could be briefly summarized and elaborated on. it's a great book; i should sell this tony edition to a year 5/6 next year, and buy the real one to honour my bookshelf with.
slim says they are removing huck finn from the syllabus, and replacing it with Perfume. i have never heard of the latter. and...i need to get to the toilet. yay, bonus effect of amoxicillin. rawr.
8:00 PM
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