the world through my eyes.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

i thought i was the cock-eyed one!

Lesson Learnt: If sports brands provide safety glasses, there're manufactured for a reason.

last sunday, i did pushed up to pressure the moosemen defence as cover for Keane like what i always do and being in the wrong time at the wrong place, i got whacked by the ball straight on in my right eye. something i've never seen before and for sure, i'll be wearing those safety glasses from now on.

as for the injury, the front of the eye bled and the impact caused some blood vessels to bleed and fill the front with blood so much that i couldn't see a thing. so i just sat there with a pack of ice over my eye and just watched the rest of the game and didn't think it was all that serious. so my parents showed up and i thought that i'd just go say hi and then head home after the game but they were so insistant on me going to the hospital that i had to give in. anyway, the A&E isn't all that effective in their methods to prioritise their patients' injuries and the extent of it after all. there was this screwed up nurse who was probably having her period and told my mom off that even though i had an eye injury, i had to wait no matter what. in actual fact, eye injury has priority over the others. ok, so that was one bad start to recovery and treatment of my eye.

so i went home and went for the following check-up the next day and heard the bad news. "he'll have to be warded here for observation and treatment." bloody hell! knn sia! ok, so i had to head up to the ward, stick a plastic tube into my vein in my wrist for the drip, be put on 6 eye drops as often as every 3 hours and painkillers to help ease the pain.

and i thought i was the cock-eyed one! darn it, the nurses and SOME PEOPLE have NO idea in hell how to apply eye drops. firstly, the bottle clearly states 'ONE DROP' and they happily empty the whole thing. secondly, the eye is so friggin big they fail to miss the eye. haha lol.

the ward scene:

in the next room, there's this old lady who's constantly screaming for the nurse to call her family to bring her home in cantonese. it's quite a funny sight because from where my bed was positioned, i could see the nurses standing outside her room and wondering what to do with her.

somewhere else in the ward, there was this old indian man who kept demanding that this particular young malay nurse bring him on walks and to the toilet. and with every step he took, he kept groaning and moaning and grumping as if he was being ass fucked by a really HUGE syringe! she turned round and looked at eunyse and said, "my new boyfriend."

the bed to my right seemed to bunk patients with anal problems. the doc came in the middle of the night and said to the guy, "ok, please turn over to your left. i've got to stick my finger up your rectum ok?" i was half asleep and like wadda fark?! after awhile of soft sounds, he then said, "i have to stick my finger in again." HAHA! in the end with all the fingering and all, all the doc said was, "i think it's just constipation." HAHA! the bed to my left seemed to bunk patients who just ward themselves over pains and whatever problems they have without knowing the actual problem of it. so then midnight interuptions by doctors fiddling with the patient's bodies trying to figure out the problem.

opposite me was this old man who had so many drips on him that there were two buldges on his left arm! like hell, each one was the size of a ping pong ball lah! kns, there was one night he had to use the bathroom so he called for the nurse, she took quite sometime and by the time he got assistance to the toilet, his shit fell outta his pants and landed on the floor. damn! when i came back from my check, some dumbshit stepped all over the bloody thing. gross lah. in another bed, there was again another old man who kept vommiting like crazy. when he sat up, he looked like a sick einstein because of his white hair and slabby cheeks. he would vommit and then for some reason after he was done, stick two fingers into his mouth to vommit what was left in his stomach.

roy visited and produced the quote of the week: "no air-con ah?"

the swollen eye on the first day. swell was so bad i couldn't open it.

still swollen eye but on the second day. eye could open a lil bit but was red like hell.

the babe and myself at the hospital bed.

hospital food that tasted so bland you'd prefer to drink horse *****.

i sure do hope that nothing would ever warrant me to have to stay in hospital for another night.

so i managed to persuade the doc (with the help of my mom) to let me go home yesterday agreeing to promise that i'd stay in bed and nowhere else but the toilet. it's kinda a good thing for me as it makes others to slave for me - i need water, my snacks are on the left hand side of my table, is my dinner ready? HAHA! lol.

ok, a big THANK YOU to:

my parents - they've been always there with whatever i needed like food this whole week.
the babe - she's been at the hospital before and after classes to keep me company and sane.
line ******* - came down to make me laugh and all. typical jackasses. :p
everyone who came to the hospital or wished me a speedy recovery thanks! :)

*hoping to be back in action in a few months. miss the game already.

it's 2:21 PM now

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius

Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius

This movie should definately win the most inspirational film award of the century or something. Released in 2004, this movie is dedicated to the classic golfer Bobby Jones who overcame his childhood sickness and his worst nemesis (his temper) to do what no one till this date has been able to do - win the Grand Slam of golf.

With no formal lessons to learn from, he mimicked a professional he looked up to and soon developed a natural swing. The talented Bobby Jones soon rose to stardom overnight as the world began to take notice of his talents and as well as his weaknesses which was his volotile temper and his inability to handle stress. The movie showed how he overcame his weaknesses and turned his game around to start winning tournaments and championships.

This movie isn't just about turning attitudes around and winning championships, it's about the underlying meanings behind the storyline. A scene in the movie showed "Bobby" calling the official to make a penalty on himself because he admitted he caused the ball to move. Ok, maybe it was propaganda but what sportsmanship that is! "It's not how you've won or lost but how you've played the game."

HAHA, I'll never be able to reach that level by shoving people off boards. LOL! :p

The whole inspiration part was that he never first put himself first before his family's wishes. "Bobby" had to persue studies in the university, participate in golf championships and tournaments and also be home in time for dinners just to fulfill his family's wishes and desires. Because of his desires to please others in his family as well, he manages to repair the relationship between his father and his grandad and thus brings out the quote: "There's finer things than winning championships."

Probably the only person in the world to give up the chance to make huge bucks and play sport just for the love of the game. Especially in this generation, what are the odds of that happening again? They say he's the greatest sportsman there is. But sportsmanship rules them all.

I'm not saying that we should all display sportsmanship (In the interests of protecting myself), "Bobby" was himself and what I'm trying to say is that we should persue our dreams and push hard to achieve it. I WON'T say that we should all turn out temprement around and control it because I'll fail that on the spot. :p

Ok, so the bottom line is it is a MUST to catch this movie and don't give it a miss! Worth the watch!

Alright, crunch time to study 2 books of final theory for driving by 8 in the morning for the test and a report to write for project by noon tmr. God skip America for tonight and Bless Me!

it's 9:03 PM now

Monday, January 15, 2007

cleaning out her closet

helped the babe clean out her room 2 days back and damn, never seen so much unwanted goods thrown out before at one go!

the scene before: piles and piles of tops, pants and skirts stacked up in her closet rack so high it bent and swayed to one side, too many clothes and dresses to hang for enough space for anything else, a whole corner of collected stuffed toys and a heck lot of facial and hair products that has probably expired months (if not years) ago.

the scene after: 6 HUGE bags of unwanted clothes, one big bag of unwanted bags, 5 HUGE bags of trash and one HUGE bag of old and really dusty stuffed toys. finally, we relished the ability to see the colour of the rack of her closet for the first time ever and possibility the tidiest room of all time.

i've never felt so accomplished about anything as this effort was. my only regret-the "before and after" shots of her room. purely indescrible unless you've seen it for yourself.

was just wondering, how girls can just buy and buy clothes as if they've not got enough and then simply forget that they've run out of space to keep them. probably the simple mentality of seeing something and then thinking that their old or current one has spoilt and they're desperately in need of a new one and "that" new one is conveniently hanging on the display in front of them. trust me, the babe tried to psycho me into buying a new wallet with that mentality. HAHA. try harder please.

bear in mind the circled ones on the female brain. haha.

haha, i'm sure you can analyse the pictures yourself without description or explaination.

this is my favourite of the lot. you have to agree it's true. haha! :p

don't get so excited as yet. i'm not sexist, i'm just really amused at the differences between men and women. interesting. HAHA!

it's 10:18 PM now

Friday, January 12, 2007

untamed humanity

finally got this blog up with the help of my dear darling. changed back to blogger because LiveJournal is really NOT user-friendly. somewhat reminds me of how some people rather stick to some phones because of the convenience of the buttons, shortcuts and whatever else there is to satisfy their lazyness. ok, all these is besides the point. what i'm really trying to say is that LiveJournal is cool and all but doesn't give you the freedom to customize and do whatever you really want. blogger is easy and all but google (apparently) recently bought over blogger and now there's some sort of "new" blogger thing which sucks. templates are now more difficult to edit and it sometimes hangs. guess the whole point is that technology sucks and if you want a perfect program to suit your needs, go fucking nerd yourself out, become a millionaire geek and set up some super blog site to accomodate to everyone's needs. just don't forget me when you get rich. :p

ok, enough of that. the guys played NP on tues while the girls took on NUS. (haha, it all sounds like a perfect orgie). the girls fell behind but they did really well to fight back. speaking of fighting back, it was really pissing to see NP claw themselves to a draw in the last 10 seconds. the last freaking 10 seconds. like WTF?! simple mistakes led to the dropping of 2 points. damn. nothing we can do about it except to learn from it. really pissing to see a 3-1 lead slip to a bloody draw. hope we can pounce back this weekend. yes, this weekend! playing RP on sunday and NYP on monday. if you're wondering how SFA arranged the fixtures, i'm wondering the same thing. they should provide teams with physios if they intend to screw us with fixtures. haha.

term break has been great and all. sleeping into mornings, forgetting about school totally, and forgetting that there's projects to be done. bloody hell! now there's the mad sprint to complete 3 projects by the end of this coming week. for those reading this, please ease my troubles by helping to complete my group's surveys. thanks. haha. and it doesn't help when i've not really been attending lectures or the fantastic LOAs from classes. :) oh what the hell, i'm positively sure that missing out due to LOAs is more worth it than attending classes and boring your ass to cramps.

alright, took the whole night to set up this darn thing and now, it's time for my long overdue shower and sleep.

to donald trump: if you ever stumble across this blog and reading this, the money saved after firing someone can be put to good use - SLR gift-wrapped and air-freight addressed to me. :p

it's 10:19 PM now