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Feeling a lot better now. 
Things are going to get busy very very soon. I really have to start seeing to my essays. The first of which will be due on 4 April. One on 7 April, and two on 16 April (a day before Holy Thursday). Should choose my essay topics, and start researching.
Yesterday was my first rowing lesson. Another semester, another short course. We didn’t go into the water ‘cos there were a lot of preliminaries to cover. It promises to be great fun!
Similar PostsLast Sunday, I spent quite some time on the phone with her. I told her something that she didn’t want to hear, but something that would have come sooner or later. We went through our whole “why we can/can’t/should/shouldn’t be together thing” one last time. Time to stop being pseudo girlfriend and boyfriend, she decided.
Can’t treat her special any more. She said she’d call when she feels ready. And that we’d call less often. Her computer has been down, so that means I haven’t chatted online with her for some time. I don’t know if she’s gotten her computer back ‘cos I haven’t heard from here since we last talked on the phone on Sunday.
Why all this? Because I fancy someone here in Melbourne. Someone who’s name I shall not mention because she’s the second part of my tumultous ‘lack-of-love’ life. I’ve been out with her alone as a friend a couple of times. And on a semi-aborted date (was planning to go somewhere but the weather was threatening, so we ended up at her place - so was it still a date?). She’s also been to my place for dinner (two Tuesdays ago)… and from then on, things have gone downhill for some reason or other.
I have no idea why. She readily agreed to go out on that date with me. (And for once in my life, I actually said “Go out on a date with me” as opposed to “Go out with me” - which to some people is all the difference between dating and going out as friends.) Then before I knew it, the weather changed.
Anyway, it’s been next to impossible to get to talk to her in person, or even on the phone or online. There’s this awkward silence every once in a while. And whatever I want to say, or want to find out from her, I want to do it face-to-face.
To help things, I’ve been ill. Tuesday evening, I felt the cold and sore throat coming. I dread that, ‘cos I know what’s going to happen. Surprisingly on Wednesday, the cold wasn’t as bad as I expected, but it was a cold nonetheless. I shouldn’t have played tennis at noon under the hot sun.
Thursday. Still had a cold and a slight sore throat. Went to the loo in the morning, and suspected I was going to have diarrheoa. Was already having a headache in the morning, and feeling feverish. Went for classes nonetheless. After dinner, I went to the toilet five times.
Friday. The cold and sore throat had more or less disappeared. After taking medication for diarrhoea the night before, I went to the loo in the morning. And I haven’t been back since. Spent the day combating my headache. Decided I couldn’t do the session. Asked Sister Theresa to take over. She got Felicia to bring me some crackers. When Felicia hugged me, she said I was definitely having a fever. And when she hugged me before leaving, my fever had subsided somewhat. I was really thankful for her visit. Made up for the disappointment of not being able to play squash. Oh, and she made porridge for me too!
Anyway, for the first time in a long time, I was home on a Friday night in Melbourne. That was a truly strange feeling.
I couldn’t stand the headache anymore, so I took a couple of Panadol tablets before I slept. I’d been avoiding that ‘cos I have an occasional reaction to it. Results in swelling under my bottom eyelids.
Saturday morning. No fever, no headache, no swelling, no diarrhea. Still felt week from all the water I’ve lost over the past few days. Decided to go support the COSDU Games Day.
Ended up taking part. Obviously, I wasn’t able to take part fully, I was goalie for both captain’s ball and street soccer. Still, I looked more or less fine. Apparently, Sister Theresa - the Chaplain - might have overstated my condition on Friday night, so there were quite a number of raised eyebrows. Well, I was dehydrated and not 100%.
In the evening, there was dinner at my place. Brian, Michelle, Lydia, Alison, Sue Lyn, Justin and I. It was supposed to be an experiment for COSDU’s food stall at the upcoming Night Market. We had loads of pie.
Oh, and Bacardi Breezers and ice cream. (No, not together.)
This morning, I find myself not as good as when I woke up on Saturday morning.
Reminder to self: Fully recover before doing anything in the future.
Similar PostsNot a good week at all. Been down with a cold and sore throat the past couple of days. Throw in a massive, pounding headache PLUS diarrhea (four times today and counting…) - I really feel like shit.
Which is what my excrement looks nothing like at the moment.
Similar PostsForgot to mention “what’s missing” in my earlier post.
Missing music:
The moomba fireworks on Saturday night weren’t as spectacular this year. Last year, they were set to music. This year, it was just plain fireworks. Impressive, but no “ooomph”.
Missing company:
Didn’t have friends to be in the rain and wind with before the race, share the excitement of the race, and share the joy after the race.
Missing somebody:
Someone - generically or specifically (or perhaps both), i shall not say - is missing from my life.
A whirlwind of a weekend. Friday was COSDU’s Welcome Mass and Dinner. There were lots of new people, so I can’t say that I even got to know the names of everyone. COSDU is burgeoning, and we have to deal with that in one way or another. It’s not a complaint, it’s a blessing to have so many new faces.
Saturday… a disappointing day at Albert Park. Coulthard didn’t do so well. Raikkonen had a minor off which put him in 15th on the grid… or something like that. Ferrari, as usual, at the front.
Sunday. Was so tempted not to go to Albert Park. But I did, braving the rain and wind for about three hours before the race began. Once again, due to circumstances beyond my control, I attended the race alone. It was pretty depressing, standing alone in the pouring rain. I also had other reasons to feel a bit miserable.
Anyway, the race turned out to be fantastic. The first signs weren’t too good, the two scarlet cars pulling away from the field. Well, this is what I remember (not in chronological order):
Raikkonen holding off a Schumacher attempt at overtaking. Brilliant!
Then he gets called in for a stop-go penalty for exceeding the speed limit in the pit lane. Damn!
Montoya losing control, giving Coulthard the race lead.
Small parts of Schumacher’s car coming off.
Barrichello going off. (Thought it was Schuey at first; poor Ruebens always gets the bad luck.)
Two Safety Car periods, which changed the complexion of the race.
Some cars starting on intermediate tyres, some on slicks. A decision that resulted in a few unscheduled pit stops as the weather cleared soon after the start.
Heidfeld’s Sauber going off in front of where I was standing.
Being so deliriously happy that McLaren won and Ferrari only managed fourth that I decided to take a photo with one of the AMD grid girls. :p
Went for mass after the race. Walked along a crowded but subdued Lygon, had a Choco-something or other at New Zealand Ice Cream (I’m sure it’s called something else). Yvonne was working, so I got an extra dose of ice cream in the drink. Then chatted with Michelle at her place for a bit.
Then the Sunday night call to Singapore. Which might be the last one for some time.
Woke up this morning not feeling particularly fantastic. Sports, Entertainment n Media lecture was boring, but the tute was great - animated, intelligent discussion. If only we have the reading packs! Still don’t have the reading packs for SEM and Intercultural Comms…
Australian Foreign Relations was a new experience. After one year of Postcolonial discourse, it took a bit of getting used this tute. The people were different, the content was different… I’m trying hard to integrate what I’ve learnt over the past year - critiques of the disciplinary study of politics - into the class. This truly is the flip side of the coin.
Now back home. Should really get to reading. Should really finalise Friday’s COSDU session.
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