The few problems regarding fevers
Fevers are a pain. They really are. You wake up one day and you feel so damn lethargic and decide to go back to bed, since you have nothing on that day.
Then the next time you wake up, your forehead is burning, your limbs don’t feel like they belong to you, and your head. Oh god, the head. It feels like East Germany and West Germany all over again, where each side cannot stand the sight of the other and try their best to do them in, for lack of a better phrase.
But that’s not the biggest problem with fevers. The biggest problem with fever is you sleep a lot. You wake up and suddenly everything’s just a copy of a copy of a copy. You look at the clock, and realise the last time you were conscious was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes ago, yet to you it felt like a whole day has passed.
Then the next moment you open your eyes again, four hours passed. It felt like a blink.
And then the food. Gosh the food tastes ridiculous. It tastes like nothing, and if not for the fact that you know your body need the nutrient, you would gladly skip it. Getting up from the bed to a million tonne head and a set of four sore limbs, the journey from your bed to the dining table suddenly feels like Mount Himalayas.
Fuck fevers.
This afternoon I was at a social event and my auntie chastised me on my recent post about our beloved Prime Minister’s comments that PAP wards get more priority.
She mentioned that “some people” might not like it, the way I commented. That’s exactly the point isn’t it? There will always be someone who cannot stand the truth.
That does not mean we stop talking. It means those who cannot stand the truth, ought to start thinking before doing. If we keep our silence, things will not change. As it is now, there are things that needs changing. And we must have the courage to pursue changes, even if it means sacrificing a part of us. Because eventually we will return to ashes. When that happens, what’s left is our legacy. What’s left is what we’ve done for others, what we’ve achieved.
She then asked me why I am giving myself more trouble.
The problem is, why would pointing out the obvious logic failure of an individual in a democracy, bring about “trouble”? It reminded me of that one time an extremely close-minded individual (who by the way is my age) commented to me that it’s stupid that Singaporeans are not voting for PAP.
“If we don’t support our own government, we will become laughing stock by other countries!”
That single sentence contains about the most logic failures I’ve ever heard in one sentence. The PAP is not the government by any means. And by voting for the opposition, we’re effectively telling our “leaders” that we’re getting fed up about how this country is being run. And that to me, is supporting our country.
I can’t help but lament that such sentiment still exist. I can only hope that by the next elections, more would open up their eyes and realise that our vote does matter. That we need to speak up against what is wrong. That we can make the difference.
And most importantly, that PAP is not the government.
“Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.” - Karen Ravn
Instead of the animated gif spam, here’s the video that started it all.
What Happens When You Live Abroad
I get this feeling even when I just go overseas for a week or two.
But the thing is though, I like it. To watch the world go by, exploring new places and seeing new things. And when I return, my homeland appears a bit alien as well, and it’s like a whole new journey all over again.
I’m fortunate in a sense that my two brothers are older than me, and they are further along life’s journey than me. I can see what they’ve gone through, what they’re doing, and decide if it’s for me. And the best part is, I can still be part of my nieces’ growing up process now, even though I’m kind of absent lately. At least when they’re older and start to have their own idea on how to lead their lives, they know that they have an uncle who’s out there somewhere travelling and seeing. Hopefully it would serve as a reminder that there are more things in this world than you can ever discover, and that you should totally go out there.
Travelling and being a global citizen has always been my dream. To head overseas and see the world, that’s my dream. It’s the single biggest dream I have, and it’s defining nearly every part of me, this wanderlust.
I really, really want to go travelling, just armed with a camera, a notebook and a pen.
Slowly working towards my eventual aim of not getting stuck with an office job. Steve Pavlina was right when he said that a job, at its core, really is about making your livelihood dependent on another person’s whims.
Not to mention all the energy you waste trying to fit in and continuing to fit in. I’ve done office jobs before, and each time I hated it. To me it’s just settling into an endless cycle of repeated actions. I don’t like that.
Shall spend the next few months of my NS life thoroughly planning, before I set out with this business idea of mine.
Gangsa T15
Just did a three hour ride in the morning on Gangsa’s T15. Haven’t rode there in a while and I must admit, my stamina for some reason has really dropped a lot as compared to last time.
Ended up at the Gangsa hill and discovered that there is actually AN AWESOME DROP there. It’s kind of hidden, unless you actually walk up the landing and take a look you wouldn’t actually notice the drop. It’s a drop into a steep down. Very awesome, and kind of scary.
Need to muster up some courage to do it next time.
