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Sunday, December 19, 2010 @ 2:48 AM
I'm tired. Physically.
Had my first solo presentation on Friday and nerves got the better of me. Freaked out the entire night prior to presentation day and made my way for class looking and feeling like crap. Urghh. There is something about me and formal presentations. They don't come together. It's not phobia of speaking in front of an audience/in public; in fact, I can address a crowd without a doubt. Thinking back on how I manage to pump up freshies during my poly days, how I was almost always given the MC role during Speech Day in sec school, how I taught first-aid when I got promoted to NCO during my SJAB days or even how I tried to bond my whole class on the 2nd day of uni...it's just WEIRD that I should quiver and freak out during formal presentations. I just don't know why. Nonetheless, I did okayy.. at least I did not blank out like the previous group presentation. Practice makes perfect. I can do better the next time!
So, been reporting for work after lessons everyday. Good thing that working at the lighting shop gives me loads of freedom to do my own stuffs on the lappy (if there are no customers that is). My bosses are AWESOME. *Diana Hoe likes this.* Yea, and you can imagine how groggy I was on the way back home after work Friday night. Sleep deprivation is SO NOT FUN. Got home, did some homework, read up on stuffs and was about to prepare to go to bed around 1-ish when my dad said my mum had chest pain. Fearing acute heart attack, we rushed her to the A&E. A&E is a bitch I swear. WAIT and WAIT and WAIT.
Only managed to sleep like 4hrs max? 1000hrs class, Sat morning and I stoned for the whole lesson. It was horrible. I hate not being able to concentrate during Dr Matt's lesson. I was staring blankly at my laptop. It's mock press conference day and I was the only one in the class who didn't raise her hand and go "Diana from The Straits Time. Is McDonald's reputation........blah blah.."
And all the drama+lack of sleep+menses cramp+pain in the gum still(shit the meds din work and I might have to visit the dentist again) = lifeless Diana.
Kayy. Whines over. So, I just got back from the hospital after checking in on Mum. I HATE HOSPITALS. Brought me back to the beginning of 2010 when I had a 3 day stayover at TTSH. Excessive bleeding post-tonsillitis surgery got me rushed to A&E puking fresh blood. All I could remember was blacking out and I thought I was gonna die. Since then, I swore never ever to get admitted ever again. The triage scene at the A&E is depressing. Death seems to stare at you straight in the face.
Seriously why am I STILL ranting here when I can just go to sleep?
