Changed the blog template today, quite obviously. How do y'all like it? Well, I do.
Orange and dark grey go perfectly well together, unlike those other black blogs which cause me to squint (you know who you are).
At least there's no more yellow frog staring right back at me in the face. I should think the previous image of the nicest tree ever was deleted from imageshack's server; how deeply distressing.
On another note, Christmas is over, and school's going to start. I can't get my preferred subject combination, and I know nothing about the attachment. Is this the calm before the storm, so they always quote from an unknown source, as usual?
"As the dark of this night set in, I humbled myself, for the time of reckoning is nigh."
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
It is still numb.
The holiday was pleasantly uneventful, except on the plane trip back. Quite harrowing, that was.
So there I was, on the plane, sitting next to my sister. At one moment, I bent down to pick up her bag that was lying on the floor, just trying to pack some stuff in it. But when I sat back up, I felt this sharp pain course through my vein/artery/whatever somewhere in my forehead (I didn't even know I had a vein/artery/whatever there in the first place). It (the pain, not the vein/artery/whatever) was quite mild at first, but it progressively grew sharper, and I got a bit worried. Slowly, the pain travelled, and soon, the area around my right eye became painful as well. It was as if something was tugging at my eye from behind. By this time, I got very worried. All the worst-case scenarios flitted in my head: what if I go blind, what if I burst a vein/artery/whatever.
Well, it got worse.
The pain continued on to my teeth. The whole of my right jaw was now in pain, like all of the teeth on the right side were having major toothaches. So now, the entire right side of my face was in pain. The worst, most excruciating pain I'd ever felt.
If it weren't for my mother's company and God's comfort, I'd have gone mad with pain.
In fact, I was already half there.
Well, apparently the pain was due to the decompression of the plane, which I think means that the air pressure in the cabin changed a tad too quickly. Apparently, most of the passengers felt it, but I had it quite bad, because I wasn't feeling too well in the first place.
So, if you saw someone looking all dishevelled, holding the right side of his tear-stained face, at Changi Airport's transit lounge or departure area last night, chances are, that was me.
Well, that was near death enough for me; I seriously thought I was going to die, with a burst vein/artery/whatever or something. Till now, the teeth on the right side are still numb.
And now I can't remember anything about the trip, but this. Looks like I won't be flying anytime soon.
So there I was, on the plane, sitting next to my sister. At one moment, I bent down to pick up her bag that was lying on the floor, just trying to pack some stuff in it. But when I sat back up, I felt this sharp pain course through my vein/artery/whatever somewhere in my forehead (I didn't even know I had a vein/artery/whatever there in the first place). It (the pain, not the vein/artery/whatever) was quite mild at first, but it progressively grew sharper, and I got a bit worried. Slowly, the pain travelled, and soon, the area around my right eye became painful as well. It was as if something was tugging at my eye from behind. By this time, I got very worried. All the worst-case scenarios flitted in my head: what if I go blind, what if I burst a vein/artery/whatever.
Well, it got worse.
The pain continued on to my teeth. The whole of my right jaw was now in pain, like all of the teeth on the right side were having major toothaches. So now, the entire right side of my face was in pain. The worst, most excruciating pain I'd ever felt.
If it weren't for my mother's company and God's comfort, I'd have gone mad with pain.
In fact, I was already half there.
Well, apparently the pain was due to the decompression of the plane, which I think means that the air pressure in the cabin changed a tad too quickly. Apparently, most of the passengers felt it, but I had it quite bad, because I wasn't feeling too well in the first place.
So, if you saw someone looking all dishevelled, holding the right side of his tear-stained face, at Changi Airport's transit lounge or departure area last night, chances are, that was me.
Well, that was near death enough for me; I seriously thought I was going to die, with a burst vein/artery/whatever or something. Till now, the teeth on the right side are still numb.
And now I can't remember anything about the trip, but this. Looks like I won't be flying anytime soon.
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