Yay blood!

I just discovered today how bipolar I can be when it comes to injuries and pain.

According to the others, I tried to tackle someone and she swung around. All I remember was a collision with a hard object and flying back a few feet with this massive pain in my left temple. I decided to lie there for a bit since I couldn't get up without my head spinning. Then I decided to remove my hand a bit to see what was going on. Biiig mistake.

Seeing my entire hand covered in blood (and realising that it was streaming into my eyes) sent me into this massive panic attack. I mean, I've seen what cleats can do (see Zidane) but it's kiiiinda different when it happens to you.

Hearing that it was only a small cut sent me into hysterical laughter followed by frustration that I couldn't go back and play again.

Now I just want to sleep.

And on the sixth day

I caved in and drank a Coke. I'd hoped I could make it to Sunday (at least I surpassed Wednesday), but the number of naps I was taking in the afternoon/early evening was detrimental to basic functioning. Feeling drowsy and falling asleep at 9:30pm should not happen.

Thus, the seventh day shall be the day of rest. (read: COFFEE TIME)

Day 2

Yay for Jamba Juice.

PE also has its upsides, especially if your teacher breaks his nose the lesson before and the TAs take over instead.

Going cold turkey

So I'm going to try and spend a week with no caffeine. No coffee, tea, or coke.

Let's see if I'll make it by Wednesday.

Spring Break

I feel sooo fat. Fat as that last Peking Duck we had.

And tired.

And happy.

That pretty much sums up Spring Break back in Hong Kong.

Though I do wish my friends had been back as well, but nooooo UK doesn't start break till this week.

That said, I'm definitely missing the food and shopping already. And legal boozing, hah.

And I don't want to do any work.

Time to finish unpacking.

It's a zoo out there

The antics of the "wildlife" at USC never cease to amuse me.

I saw the raccoons for the first time this semester, once out by Cromwell and the second time right outside my building. I was leaving for rugby and suddenly this huge fluffy thing lept down from the dumpsters and froze right above the drain. Cue the mini staring game between me and the raccoon. And while it froze in the futile hope that I would leave it alone, it was a perfect Kodak moment on a crappy mobile phone camera.

Squirrels. 'Nuff said.

I used "wildlife" earlier because the pigeons here would not survive very long in the wild. If they can't detect the clattering of my bike as I head towards them on the narrow path until I'm TWO INCHES from having pigeon paté on my wheels, they won't detect any predator.

Adopt an elephant!

Okay, not really. Though it would be cool.

I'm referring to this article: Population: the elephant in the room

This is the main reason why, at this current stage of life, I would choose adoption over having a kid of my own. Too many people, not enough families for kids already on this planet.

Also, the nine months of pregnancy kinda scares me, because I am a wimp.