It's not really about chickenpox in Belfast, it's about me having chickenpox in Belfast!
Not sure where i picked this up, probably from a house party that made all the residents being complained last two weeks, but...have been having fever without myself knowing that i was having fever for two days, and suddenly i was surprised on the sudden emerged rashes all over my body and scalp in front of a mirror before taking bath!
Therefore, after having a quick bath (but feeling dizzy due to the fever), i rushed to the hospital nearby after failed to contact the university health center.
Waiting was not long in the emergency ward. Blood sample and blood pressure was taken, followed by another dizziness. Fever at 38 degree celcius. Hospital called up on the second day for further checkup, again, walking to hospital again. They just wanted to know whether the virus has attacked my brain by testing me whether i can touch their finger and my nose and whether i can walk a straight line. Screw tomorrow's job, screw these weekend's job, mayb next week's too...screw my next month's rent. Fortunately i am saved by the overdraft facility provided to student accounts. And screw my next week's classes, as doctor said i am currently highly infectious, as four out of eight of my classmates' never have chickenpox before.
Now waiting for the complete budding of these rashes, blisters or whatsoever all over my body, suffering from the itchiness but have to refrain myself to scratching it. Stil hav to do laundry cooking and groceries by myself as being avoided by some housemates who haven't have it before but claimed that they have no place to stay in the hostel bcoz they have to avoid me for not getting chickenpox and yet they are one of the organizers of that particular houseparty in which i suspected where I picked it up. It's both unfortunate for u to get it or not to get it now, i had a thought, as getting it in older age wil make u suffer more. Bless you for being so considerate for those words u said. Walking in the wind, alone. I stil hav to take care of myself. Laughed in the phone, telling my parents it should be ok as I managed to survived from the dengue fever that made me admitted to hospital for five days with glucose drips last time.
I am tired. Lab report deadline next wed, three more days to go and I hope that Indian guy won't delay his work again, or I wil hav to finish his part with my chickenpox with other accompanied symptoms like sorethroat, ulcers in my mouth, and diarrhea.
And going back now, need to self-quarantine myself. I will survive, this time I said to myself.
Sunday, 9 March 2008
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
A day submerged in internet access
No laboratory class today. I am supposed to finish the journal reading and start compiling the laboratory report, but, having my laptop with the ability to access to internet in science library, I lost myself into it...Actually, if I have extra time, I should have attended the talk on biomaterials for optical lens replacement...(trying to be a procrastinator again...hahahaha....)
Hard to believe. I felt like I have left my friendster for ages, today, accidentally, I log in again and started to surf on other people's profile...Hahahaha...I was so bad. I just like to be the observer, like what I used to be when getting into a party held locally, staying aside at the corner, observing, how people do and how crazy are they.
Browsed a lot of photos...there are beautiful faces, some similar faces but I cant remember the names anymore...This person to me seemed like still wearing the perfect uniform last time have now holding a beautiful girl by his side in a rather formal wear. I know, I am sure I know him, but unfortunately my memories are always limited in remembering faces and names....
Accidentally saw a beautiful gal's having same initial names as mine, but she looks like an angel...so beautiful. I guess, all beautiful ladies have to be armed with a lot more of wisdom and have to be smarter than anyone else...to protect themselves from greedy souls that take action based on visual satisfaction. I truely respect these young and beautiful and smart gals, as they are brave to show themselves, to be themselves, or, just simply exist, persuading me that this
world is truely a beautiful world...
Whole day has gone. I was switching between two different lanes: friendster photos and journal. Both are interesting to me, but my eyes are too tired to perceive the images of dull, black and white alphabets. Friendster photos are like a colourful memory lane, that full of faces and faded names, and different colours of emotions shown through words or photos. I saw joy and despair, hope and disappoinments, laughters and weepings, contented and broken hearts. Journal is another lane leading me to the edge of knowledge, reminding me the depth of knowledge that neither Newton nor Thomas Edison can fully explored, and I am here, curious to know where it will lead me to. Just that I am still too far from that end.
Suddenly miss Linkin Park's song: "What I've done" so much...got it from my dearest bro, listening to it over and over again. It's the radio in the laboratory this morning, broadcasting this song when I was trying to assembly the equipment. Kinda felt the impact of the heavy base, reminding me to move on, not knowing what the lyrics are. No more Adele's Chasing Pavement. One page followed by another page, it was 10 pages overall, but it took me so long to look for all unknown technical terms in dentistry and to understand the meaning of repetitive words that composed the whole sentence, again and again.
Tomorrow there will be a journey, to another end of technology, Bombardier Shorts, nanocomposites in aerospace industries. I am fortunate I know, I should not sigh anymore. The bell in library is ringing...should be going. No more drinking water with me, my lips tell the dryness in the air. To have dinner. To have shower. To study again, the journals. "What I've done", once more.
Hard to believe. I felt like I have left my friendster for ages, today, accidentally, I log in again and started to surf on other people's profile...Hahahaha...I was so bad. I just like to be the observer, like what I used to be when getting into a party held locally, staying aside at the corner, observing, how people do and how crazy are they.
Browsed a lot of photos...there are beautiful faces, some similar faces but I cant remember the names anymore...This person to me seemed like still wearing the perfect uniform last time have now holding a beautiful girl by his side in a rather formal wear. I know, I am sure I know him, but unfortunately my memories are always limited in remembering faces and names....
Accidentally saw a beautiful gal's having same initial names as mine, but she looks like an angel...so beautiful. I guess, all beautiful ladies have to be armed with a lot more of wisdom and have to be smarter than anyone else...to protect themselves from greedy souls that take action based on visual satisfaction. I truely respect these young and beautiful and smart gals, as they are brave to show themselves, to be themselves, or, just simply exist, persuading me that this
world is truely a beautiful world...
Whole day has gone. I was switching between two different lanes: friendster photos and journal. Both are interesting to me, but my eyes are too tired to perceive the images of dull, black and white alphabets. Friendster photos are like a colourful memory lane, that full of faces and faded names, and different colours of emotions shown through words or photos. I saw joy and despair, hope and disappoinments, laughters and weepings, contented and broken hearts. Journal is another lane leading me to the edge of knowledge, reminding me the depth of knowledge that neither Newton nor Thomas Edison can fully explored, and I am here, curious to know where it will lead me to. Just that I am still too far from that end.
Suddenly miss Linkin Park's song: "What I've done" so much...got it from my dearest bro, listening to it over and over again. It's the radio in the laboratory this morning, broadcasting this song when I was trying to assembly the equipment. Kinda felt the impact of the heavy base, reminding me to move on, not knowing what the lyrics are. No more Adele's Chasing Pavement. One page followed by another page, it was 10 pages overall, but it took me so long to look for all unknown technical terms in dentistry and to understand the meaning of repetitive words that composed the whole sentence, again and again.
Tomorrow there will be a journey, to another end of technology, Bombardier Shorts, nanocomposites in aerospace industries. I am fortunate I know, I should not sigh anymore. The bell in library is ringing...should be going. No more drinking water with me, my lips tell the dryness in the air. To have dinner. To have shower. To study again, the journals. "What I've done", once more.
Keep your thumbs up!
在这里，真的有它自有的文化和特色。当遇到人时，都会问：“How's going?”， 而不是“How are you?”。初来到时，我还一时不知该如何回答，是问了一个当地屋友才知道的。更熟的人就会问：“What's the craig?”，我还以为是“What's the crack?”（什么裂痕？）
在这里，过马路时，通常驾车的都会特别小心路人。如果你要过马路，或已经在马路中央，他们都会停下来让你先过。而在大马，通常你都会以举起手掌以示谢谢，这里的人，却会给你鼓起大拇指微笑。
还有，这里的人不常问你：“Are you ok with that?”，反而是“Are you happy enough?”。其实根本与我是否开心无关，而意思是“这样子可以吗？”是不是很搞笑呢？
他们也常说：“Cheers!”嗯，这个我就不太清楚。有时那是谢谢，有时是不用客气，要看情形。
Corine Bailey Rae有一首歌叫Put your records on，这里的文化是：Keep your thumbs up!
在这里，过马路时，通常驾车的都会特别小心路人。如果你要过马路，或已经在马路中央，他们都会停下来让你先过。而在大马，通常你都会以举起手掌以示谢谢，这里的人，却会给你鼓起大拇指微笑。
还有，这里的人不常问你：“Are you ok with that?”，反而是“Are you happy enough?”。其实根本与我是否开心无关，而意思是“这样子可以吗？”是不是很搞笑呢？
他们也常说：“Cheers!”嗯，这个我就不太清楚。有时那是谢谢，有时是不用客气，要看情形。
Corine Bailey Rae有一首歌叫Put your records on，这里的文化是：Keep your thumbs up!
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