That feeling of pain
Without a doubt, being in pain is one of the worst feeling for one to go through. I say this with much understanding for I have just recovered from being ill about a week ago. This time it was quite serious and I was really suffering, plus I was more regretful that it had to happen during the recent holidays. Usually I would be down with flu due to lack of water and sleep and often it would make me miserable for one whole day only. I admit that I do have a problem drinking enough every day that might be because of my laziness and lack of foresight about my body conditions. Actually our bodies give us early warning symptoms for us to take careful measures but instead of taking heed, I took the risks and suffered the consequences real badly. It started with soreness when I swallow because of a huge ulcer near my throat, then a fever, flu, cough before subsiding for one day. Then it was Saturday and I had to attend theory driving lessons for 5 hours already feeling lousy and sickly from the start. I knew I was having fever again. I have never felt worse before and miserable in unforgiving conditions at the driving school, very hot outside but cold in the classroom, it was sheer pain as I prayed for the class to end. I tried my best to absorb what I can which is about only 50%. My eyes were watery and red when I got home. I could only imagine my appearance when I was in that class earlier. Anyway, home is the best and I was finally free from that 5 hours of grueling torture. My fever carried on for a few days and I literally experienced blood, sweat and tears. I felt like I was in bondage, I couldn't carry on with my daily routine and had to forgo outings with my family and I couldn't eat "normal" food. Water, water, water. I had to replenish myself with the many litres of water I had deprived myself during that short span of days. I cried out of frustration for having to suffer so badly especially the pain at the back of my throat that makes eating and drinking a chore and I kept blaming myself for my negligence towards my health. Now, I wonder why I sometimes wished I was sick when I was younger. I now know that it was the stupidest thing to wish for. Being sick is no joke and I speak it with experience. Wishing to be sick so that we can skip school is nothing like what it seems to be but rather going through a time of test not just physically but mentally too as we wait for our bodies to heal and recover so that we won't feel down, oppressed and weak anymore. Be careful for what we wish for. I have learnt my lesson.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Friday, 16 March 2012
March week 2
Tale as old as time
Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, Singing In the Rain, Breakfast at Tiffany's, yeah... that's about the old english/ American films that come to my mind. That's probably because I don't belong to my mother's generation whose all time classic films link to these and these sort. Nevertheless I never felt weird or incomprehensible towards their favourite movies as I do agree without a doubt that these films boast with an exceptional and remarkable star quality that prevails through the test of time. The Sound of Music is a testament to that fact-ask a 5-year-old and she'll sing to Do Re Mi flawlessly imitating Julie Andrews!
See, there's a distinctive feature among us, to treasure something of our youth or childhood that never fade from our hearts no matter how matured and different we become. In context with movies and tv shows that we have watched ages ago but still hold dear to, no one is an exception. If those are for my mother's era, then we kids have so much more that we may have forgotten about but still able to laugh and smile reminiscing those old times. I mean the back to back cartoon series from the only channels we were ever bothered to venture namely Disney Channel, Cartoon network and Nickelodeon. Just the other day, a few of my classmates were getting hyper and laughing out loud talking about lost memories of their favourite shows and then humiliating themselves singing those cheesy theme songs. It was CRAZY and HILARIOUS!! It started of with Pokemon, a huge phenomenon among little kids we were back then, then it went on to Digimon, Power Rangers, Ultraman, Batman, Superman, Spiderman( gosh, I'm making these up because I can't really remember. There were too many!) and then skipped to Kim Possible, American Dragon, Powerpuff Girls, Dave the Barbarian and on and on and on. (It's okay if you are not from this generation and wondering what's up with shows like these and their odd titles) Yes, not forgetting the seven Disney princesses! My, my, you can't even imagine how much time we spend talking about who's the most beautiful princess and the least beautiful, not to mention singing those timeless princess fairy tale songs!(Perhaps I should tell that this princess stories applies to the girls only...but I never know..) My personal favourite song is Reflection in the princess movie, Mulan and I have a feeling that my friends think I'm crazy when I start "passionately" singing it in class.
Boy, this has been fun to write. It brings back a flood of good old memories. I can't wait till I am older so that I can have more funny stories to share with my friends, about how I lived my youth with silly shows that still remain as invaluable treasures in my life!
Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, Singing In the Rain, Breakfast at Tiffany's, yeah... that's about the old english/ American films that come to my mind. That's probably because I don't belong to my mother's generation whose all time classic films link to these and these sort. Nevertheless I never felt weird or incomprehensible towards their favourite movies as I do agree without a doubt that these films boast with an exceptional and remarkable star quality that prevails through the test of time. The Sound of Music is a testament to that fact-ask a 5-year-old and she'll sing to Do Re Mi flawlessly imitating Julie Andrews!
See, there's a distinctive feature among us, to treasure something of our youth or childhood that never fade from our hearts no matter how matured and different we become. In context with movies and tv shows that we have watched ages ago but still hold dear to, no one is an exception. If those are for my mother's era, then we kids have so much more that we may have forgotten about but still able to laugh and smile reminiscing those old times. I mean the back to back cartoon series from the only channels we were ever bothered to venture namely Disney Channel, Cartoon network and Nickelodeon. Just the other day, a few of my classmates were getting hyper and laughing out loud talking about lost memories of their favourite shows and then humiliating themselves singing those cheesy theme songs. It was CRAZY and HILARIOUS!! It started of with Pokemon, a huge phenomenon among little kids we were back then, then it went on to Digimon, Power Rangers, Ultraman, Batman, Superman, Spiderman( gosh, I'm making these up because I can't really remember. There were too many!) and then skipped to Kim Possible, American Dragon, Powerpuff Girls, Dave the Barbarian and on and on and on. (It's okay if you are not from this generation and wondering what's up with shows like these and their odd titles) Yes, not forgetting the seven Disney princesses! My, my, you can't even imagine how much time we spend talking about who's the most beautiful princess and the least beautiful, not to mention singing those timeless princess fairy tale songs!(Perhaps I should tell that this princess stories applies to the girls only...but I never know..) My personal favourite song is Reflection in the princess movie, Mulan and I have a feeling that my friends think I'm crazy when I start "passionately" singing it in class.
Boy, this has been fun to write. It brings back a flood of good old memories. I can't wait till I am older so that I can have more funny stories to share with my friends, about how I lived my youth with silly shows that still remain as invaluable treasures in my life!
Sunday, 11 March 2012
March week 1
Pride and Prejudice
No, this post is not about expounding and sharing my understanding on these words, pride and prejudice. You need not worry about me trying to convey moral sense on the values of humility as opposed to pride. So obviously I'm talking about that classical story, that one that is sure to swoon whoever who has read the book including mine. Pride and Prejudice... It sounds like the perfect title that just promises to stir your emotions and keep your attention to the story as you read in silence. Honestly though I haven't read the book, but I did attempt to. However my inability to dive into the commitment of reading the book or any other books for that matter, deterred the experience of having to dwell in the whole true essence of the story instead of from what the movie manage to portray with many limiting factors. But that's just me, I like watching movies. It's been a few months back since I watched the movie adaptation of the classical novel, Pride and Prejudice and I am still as fervent now about it as I was the first time I saw it. I love going back to 'reminiscence' the magical feeling, replaying my favourite scenes countless times on Youtube. To start off, I love each and every characters and only I myself know how much more I love their names! They sound so nice every time I say it- Mr Darcy, Elizabeth Bennet, Mr Bingley (I try to sound as close as possible like in the movie, with the English accent HAHA) And Mrs Bennet was so adorably annoying and possessed the most hilarious antics while the Bennet sisters were perfect in lighting up the whole atmosphere! Mr Bingley looked exactly like how any one who is of a wealthy and prestigious background and sure his pursue towards Jane was just endearing. But what I like most is without a doubt the rather complex and intensive relationship between the protagonists, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth. Their relationship started off unpleasantly as Elizabeth had a disgusted immediate impression of Mr Darcy who came off as arrogant, status-concerned and had the coldest stare one had ever laid eyes upon. In actuality, he justified himself as being deficient in conversing with others. Anyways, Elizabeth was supposed to be represent prejudice while Mr Darcy as the one with excessive pride. As the story progresses with more meetings unfolded between the two, both overcame their differences and judgement, eventually falling in love with each other. Their story is rather intriguing as it isn't the typical love story on the other hand, it focuses more on self discovery and realising one's misjudgment of others can blind them from seeing the truth.
No, this post is not about expounding and sharing my understanding on these words, pride and prejudice. You need not worry about me trying to convey moral sense on the values of humility as opposed to pride. So obviously I'm talking about that classical story, that one that is sure to swoon whoever who has read the book including mine. Pride and Prejudice... It sounds like the perfect title that just promises to stir your emotions and keep your attention to the story as you read in silence. Honestly though I haven't read the book, but I did attempt to. However my inability to dive into the commitment of reading the book or any other books for that matter, deterred the experience of having to dwell in the whole true essence of the story instead of from what the movie manage to portray with many limiting factors. But that's just me, I like watching movies. It's been a few months back since I watched the movie adaptation of the classical novel, Pride and Prejudice and I am still as fervent now about it as I was the first time I saw it. I love going back to 'reminiscence' the magical feeling, replaying my favourite scenes countless times on Youtube. To start off, I love each and every characters and only I myself know how much more I love their names! They sound so nice every time I say it- Mr Darcy, Elizabeth Bennet, Mr Bingley (I try to sound as close as possible like in the movie, with the English accent HAHA) And Mrs Bennet was so adorably annoying and possessed the most hilarious antics while the Bennet sisters were perfect in lighting up the whole atmosphere! Mr Bingley looked exactly like how any one who is of a wealthy and prestigious background and sure his pursue towards Jane was just endearing. But what I like most is without a doubt the rather complex and intensive relationship between the protagonists, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth. Their relationship started off unpleasantly as Elizabeth had a disgusted immediate impression of Mr Darcy who came off as arrogant, status-concerned and had the coldest stare one had ever laid eyes upon. In actuality, he justified himself as being deficient in conversing with others. Anyways, Elizabeth was supposed to be represent prejudice while Mr Darcy as the one with excessive pride. As the story progresses with more meetings unfolded between the two, both overcame their differences and judgement, eventually falling in love with each other. Their story is rather intriguing as it isn't the typical love story on the other hand, it focuses more on self discovery and realising one's misjudgment of others can blind them from seeing the truth.
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