eeveehow, searching the truth

            I had one week of holidays, as usual, I wasted a lot of time doing nothing instead of studying. Whatever….. But this holiday had given me a very special and unforgettable memory, which is meeting up with one of my old friend.

 This friend of mine is very hard to be described. I don’t really get to know him as he seldom visit me or send his regard to me. But I know he is always around me, or even try to approach me whenever it is possible. He is cruel and heartless. I dare to say, he is a failure, because I have never been seeing him face-to-face for quite some time, till I forget when our last contact was.

             Until last Monday, I finally met up with him. It’s almost  9pm  already. His first greeting was so vague, till I didn’t notice his presence so I continued enjoying my time with my family. Then he got angry and sent second greeting, which was more obvious. He emptied my stomach and created a lot of gas within. (Oops, I forget to introduce his name, his name is sickness!) Later, I felt like vomiting, but I refused to do so. Therefore I went to my bed and hoped sleeping could get rid of this friend. Actually I didn’t feel sick, but I felt angry and furious, because I am going to Bukit Tinggi with my family the next day. Maybe this idiot knew it and purposely came and infected me at this very moment.

 My plan didn’t work. I didn’t sleep well. My sister came in and put a pail beside my bed just in case I want to vomit. After awhile, I couldn’t stand it anymore, I went to the toilet and vomit. Oh gosh, it was really terrible, my delicious dinner and my precious chocolate were pouring out from my big orifices in my face (well, definitely not from my ear). I hate that feeling, so torturing! I can feel that all my internal organs were squeezing and all my GI tracts were turned upside down. Feel like dying….

 Then I felt better after vomiting. However the cozy feeling didn’t last longer. I vomited again in the next hour. The first thing came to my mind was, would I experience hypotension or hypertension? I am so happy that my mind still working even though I fall sick. Back to my question, my body is loosing fluid, so it should be hypotension as volume goes down. But because of my lost fluid, the heart should beat faster in order to maintain the circulation. I don’t know the answer, any smart people please drop an answer in the comment.  

 Around 2am in the morning, it got worsen thus my mum
sent me to a clinic. The clinic has a Malay doctor, in his 40s, looked
quite energetic even though it was already midnight.He never built a good rapport with me, didn’t ask how to greet me…..basically he failed our Sem 1 BS exam. He tested my body temperature, orally, then gave me a jap in my buttock. At first I was trying to relax so that he could do it fast and nicely. But once he poked the needle inside, my whole gluteus maximus contracted and I felt a sharp pain. I was so worried that it hit the nerve, guess it didn’t because my leg hasn’t paralyze. Then my sister asked what caused this to happen, the doctor said it was due to a virus called Norovirus. FYI, it is also known as Norwalk agent, subgenus of calicivirus, which caused epidemic gastroenteritis. How could this happen to me?

              Frankly
speaking, I almost forget the feeling of falling sick. I dare to say
that I maintain a healthy lifestyle, proper diet and adequate exercise.
Emotionally wise, I have good distress hobbies and normal
interrelationship. Basically I met all the requirement of WHO’s
definition in order to claim being healthy. I can’t believe I would be
defeated by this Norovirus. Hopefully it’s not a latent infection. I
really cannot stand the torment one more time.

 Luckily
my family didn’t cancel the trip to Bukit Tinggi. Though the place is
pretty boring, it is indeed a good place for recovery. I was having
tough time the first day, dizzy all the time. But I did enjoy on the
second day. Increased appetite, energetic, able to smile in front of
camera….       

            After the visit of this old friend, I have learned how to appreciate being healthy.

First day in Bukit Tinggi, accompanied not only by my beloved family but also the idiotic illness.

                                 Second day was better, at least i got the strength to hold a rabbit

    It’s been a long while i didn’t update my blog. Here i am, posting another passsage, with misery and doubts.
    As a late 19 year old teenager, i am steeping into another perspective of life. Many things need to be done before i say goodbye to teenage, for instance maturity(definitely not physical maturity). Then the question arises, how to define maturity. In my own opinion, a mature(yah, mentally) man will never admit that he is mature. In another word, those who always declare being very mature actually are so not mature. You might not agree to what i am saying now, but think of it….
    So what is maturity anyway? In dictionary, it says: fully grown in body and mind. Body will reach its growth limit after puberty, but how about mind? And that’s the question for us to ponder.
    Because of my core thought for maturity, i start behave a little bit childish. Those who don’t know me well can confirm this with my good friends. But i enjoy doing so, not for the lime light but for my own guideline to be a grown-up. Children, the most innocent member in this complex society, know nothing but true affections. No pressure, no rivalry, no hidden thoughts and no worries. I am so longing for this kind of life, but it can only come in dreams. Wouldn’t it be nice if we handle problem like a child does?

If we can’t stand the pressure, just play hide and seek with friends to distress, better than taking drugs.
If we hate someone, just say: "i don’t want to friend you anymore", better than backstabbing at people’s back.
If we need attention, just cry out loud, better than doing all kinds of vague movement.

Except for the irresponsible part of children, i think growing up in this way might be very interesting. Who would like to join me?

    Everybody has different interpretation for maturity. Some says the ability to handle life routine, or the ability to handle complex relationships. For me, maturity is a process. There is no final destination but we can go as furthest as we can. In this process, various methods are applicable depending on personal preference.
    I am still worrying, whether i can survive in this competitive world. I am not well prepared yet, for my future life as i need sufficient maturity to guide my way. I need to gain more experience, hopefully not through failing(especially in exams).

    FOR MATURITY!