unexpected
Well, its only been a week and yet here i am!
The operation was way different from my initial expectations, for example lying on a moving trolley in some corridor while people come along and poke and prod and ask questions wasn't exactly what i had expected. The effects of GA were also rather shocking. Initially i expected that being asleep while a doctor cutes open your eye would be great, but when i woke up, the first thing i knew was being gagged by pipes they had put down my throat, leaving me with a rather sore and dry throat for the next few hours. The lethargy after the GA was horrible too, imagine having 10kg weights on all of your joints, its that disgusting. Also the crystal clear near vision i expected didnt happen. Now i need bifocals, bleh.
Yesterdays checkup was quite traumatising, after all my vision wasn't as amazing as my left (real) eye's and i was getting a bad feeling that perhaps i didnt take care of myself properly. That was further compounded as the doctor proceeded to take an extra long check of my eyes, keeping silent and looking quite shocked/worried/confused. Not too encouraging body language but thankfully it was because my recovery was superb and he said that if i wanted to, i could go back today, just that i had to be careful of the stitch. That shocked me since i suddenly found out that i had been going on for a week with a stitch on my cornea, wonderful.
But its cool cause since everythings alright, im a happy boy going back to school on monday!
As for how i'm typing this when i'm living in the strict supervision of my godmother, well lets just say i somehow cracked her computers password while shes out in yoga class =D
So here i am, occupying my time with randomness to fend away the boredom of eating the same meal for lunch and dinner, everyday for a week while having nothing to do but watch chinese drama serials and stoning.
I read a couple of blogs too, and as jastine says, theres still a void that only softball and training can fill. But i'm not going to get emo or anything, that chapters passed, seasons coming soon and while life certainly remains unclear its obvious there won't be much of softball in it. Which leaves me stumped at how i'll be spending my time.
At least theres musicfest and dragonforce to look forward to, and perhaps more free time for previously neglected friends.
Somehow i've got the urge to take a political potshot at a certain someone. Yuanhong did it, but we have different victims due to our slightly different chain of experiences.
Its rare to meet a person who feels that the world is his playground when the apprehension from the othr children around him is so apparent. Its rare to see a wannabe socialite who has been able to continue even though he only has one approach to conversation starters (and that looks like it was fished from some book). Yet i met one a while back, and for a long while his existence was of a nameless stranger who kept forcing his way into my life though there seemed no reason for it.
Though it is strikingly obvious what his motives are, we find it hard to reject him the first time, after all we are young and eager to please and we do not know yet what influences he wields. However, as time passes we and the people around us see him for what he is, yet some cannot from the purity of their heart, while others refuse to from their staunch belief in the good of humanity. And yet you shamelessly wrench the souls of these people and put them to your uses as your second face and from there you hope to spread your influence.
Yet how many in our time and age are so malleable? So you move to the ethereal, the un-opiniated facts and gossips and wield them as your sword when your spear has broken. Few people know what it means to be truly looked down upon, where the reason for contempt is not standing or riches or power but the soul, the mind. You don't for in the glittering world you have conjured for yourself with your "friends" and "reputation" you blind yourself to the disapproving head-shaking of the world.
All you do is associate, to use the shallowest of facts to establish links, to make "bonds" so you can clamp on like a parasite to leech off the popularity and fame of others. Perhaps you do not see but eventually all you are doing is living a life of association where nobody knows you, where you do not know anyone and where noone really cares. Do you not see how people who understand your motives shy away from conversation? How they keep answers brief and contact scarce? Do you see you are failing and your grasping at the drapes fame has only left you tearing them down into infamy?
We see, we know, we are disgusted and we snigger and comment and we deign to tell you. We watch you fall and we watch you wallow. We laugh.
and you continue amusing
The operation was way different from my initial expectations, for example lying on a moving trolley in some corridor while people come along and poke and prod and ask questions wasn't exactly what i had expected. The effects of GA were also rather shocking. Initially i expected that being asleep while a doctor cutes open your eye would be great, but when i woke up, the first thing i knew was being gagged by pipes they had put down my throat, leaving me with a rather sore and dry throat for the next few hours. The lethargy after the GA was horrible too, imagine having 10kg weights on all of your joints, its that disgusting. Also the crystal clear near vision i expected didnt happen. Now i need bifocals, bleh.
Yesterdays checkup was quite traumatising, after all my vision wasn't as amazing as my left (real) eye's and i was getting a bad feeling that perhaps i didnt take care of myself properly. That was further compounded as the doctor proceeded to take an extra long check of my eyes, keeping silent and looking quite shocked/worried/confused. Not too encouraging body language but thankfully it was because my recovery was superb and he said that if i wanted to, i could go back today, just that i had to be careful of the stitch. That shocked me since i suddenly found out that i had been going on for a week with a stitch on my cornea, wonderful.
But its cool cause since everythings alright, im a happy boy going back to school on monday!
As for how i'm typing this when i'm living in the strict supervision of my godmother, well lets just say i somehow cracked her computers password while shes out in yoga class =D
So here i am, occupying my time with randomness to fend away the boredom of eating the same meal for lunch and dinner, everyday for a week while having nothing to do but watch chinese drama serials and stoning.
I read a couple of blogs too, and as jastine says, theres still a void that only softball and training can fill. But i'm not going to get emo or anything, that chapters passed, seasons coming soon and while life certainly remains unclear its obvious there won't be much of softball in it. Which leaves me stumped at how i'll be spending my time.
At least theres musicfest and dragonforce to look forward to, and perhaps more free time for previously neglected friends.
Somehow i've got the urge to take a political potshot at a certain someone. Yuanhong did it, but we have different victims due to our slightly different chain of experiences.
Its rare to meet a person who feels that the world is his playground when the apprehension from the othr children around him is so apparent. Its rare to see a wannabe socialite who has been able to continue even though he only has one approach to conversation starters (and that looks like it was fished from some book). Yet i met one a while back, and for a long while his existence was of a nameless stranger who kept forcing his way into my life though there seemed no reason for it.
Though it is strikingly obvious what his motives are, we find it hard to reject him the first time, after all we are young and eager to please and we do not know yet what influences he wields. However, as time passes we and the people around us see him for what he is, yet some cannot from the purity of their heart, while others refuse to from their staunch belief in the good of humanity. And yet you shamelessly wrench the souls of these people and put them to your uses as your second face and from there you hope to spread your influence.
Yet how many in our time and age are so malleable? So you move to the ethereal, the un-opiniated facts and gossips and wield them as your sword when your spear has broken. Few people know what it means to be truly looked down upon, where the reason for contempt is not standing or riches or power but the soul, the mind. You don't for in the glittering world you have conjured for yourself with your "friends" and "reputation" you blind yourself to the disapproving head-shaking of the world.
All you do is associate, to use the shallowest of facts to establish links, to make "bonds" so you can clamp on like a parasite to leech off the popularity and fame of others. Perhaps you do not see but eventually all you are doing is living a life of association where nobody knows you, where you do not know anyone and where noone really cares. Do you not see how people who understand your motives shy away from conversation? How they keep answers brief and contact scarce? Do you see you are failing and your grasping at the drapes fame has only left you tearing them down into infamy?
We see, we know, we are disgusted and we snigger and comment and we deign to tell you. We watch you fall and we watch you wallow. We laugh.
and you continue amusing
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