a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
-mugger/slacker/writer-
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Saturday, April 19, 2008, 5:57 pm
Feeling simultaneously accomplished and worn down this week.This afternoon (instead of doing some other more important things like Vectors, hahaha), I did a puzzle instead, a cheap 300 piece one from Daiso. Finished it in less than 1hr 30mins, which is very good :D Apparently jigsaw puzzles are excellent exercise for the mind, especially for developing spatial thinking. Spatial thinking, by the way, is good for maths and music.
Starting out.
About 30 mins into the puzzle...
About 1hr into the puzzle...
Done! :) The puzzle shows a famous French painting called 'Napoleon Crosses the Alps' which is about...well, Napoleon crossing the Alps.Anyway, yesterday I donated blood. This time, I went with a lot of my classmates. Nothing really exciting this year, the most painful part is still when they 'staple' your finger to test iron and haemoglobin levels. Now only I learned that the paddle thing they use to rub your arm is actually localised anaesthetic (well no wonder it didn't hurt when the needle went in). The needle is really very big, almost as big as the mini straw that comes with the packets of water.
A lot of people got turned away because either their iron levels were too low or their veins were too small. A pity really, but it can't be helped. My classmates went to lounge around the sofa set outside the LN, eating and drinking the free stuff provided.
My arm. Yes, this picture is a little disturbing.
Rashal and me!
And again.
A suspicious can of Coke. Note the dent in the lower right hand corner. It later turned out to be flat so it went into the trash immediately.As for this week, it went pretty bad. Somehow my class managed to get scolded by all our teachers. Yesterday's Maths lesson was especially bad. The atmosphere in there was so bad, you could cut it with a knife.
I'm also quite fed up with my classmates. It's bad enough that we get scolded every week by the teachers. At least we could have a little class spirit, rather than nothing at all. After all the hassle Angela and I went through to get the class tee, the class won't even bother to wear it. Class tees are a form of solidarity, to show that we are united. Nooo. After we agreed to wear it on Fridays, the class has yet to show up wearing it, giving pathetic excuses like 'it doesn't look good on me' and 'i forgot to wear' and 'i don't like it. It's too ugly'. Hello. I have only two words: Grow up. We don't even have our teachers' respect. Wearing the class tee isn't just about coordinating our clothes: it's about presenting an united body. We don't have our teachers' respect. That's not good. Isn't it worse if we can't even depend on each other?
The final straw for me was yesterday's Bio SPA trial. What I saw was an astonishing display of lack of integrity. Okay, not being saintly and all, I admit I was tempted to do the same. But I didn't. And I believe actions speak louder than words. All I can say is these people who did what they did are going to suffer in two weeks' time. I guarantee it.
This few weeks have been a time of great turmoil for me. I have distanced myself from almost everything and I don't feel anything.
Labels: blood drive, donation, respect, shame