40 Hour Famine
40 Hour famine started yesterday at 8pm. It'll go on for the next 40 hours (how profound =) and end at Sunday noon. But first, rewind rewind, let me explain what I'm talking about. It's actually a thingy where participants fast for 40 hours and they're given a little booklet to try and raise money for the poor in Tanzania by getting people to sponsor them. I do feel a little uncomfortable having to ask people for money, whether it's for charity or anything, but I've collected a modest sum from school friends, boarding house people and things (cause we're not really encouraged to go door to door, safety reasons) so I'm pretty pleased. Will try to raise more in the next few days though I would have stopped fasting by then. Anyone interested in sponsoring me? =) Hahahah, but you're all too far away to be of much help unfortunately...
Yes. So as I was saying, it started at 8pm. Dinner was at 6 and after dinner I was thinking hmm, if I get hungry later I'll probably go get a biscuit before 8. Well, that didn't happen of course. After dinner I was wandering about wondering what to do, and eventually I decided to go to the music room to practise the electric. Now that's a big decision okay? Everytime I even think about practising the guitar, I'll mull over it for some time first, weighing the odds. Cause I know when I get started, everything else, work homework study will be tergendala for the next 2 hours.
I didn't have any homework desperately due, so off I went to the music room. Playing there gives me the freedom to crank up the volume of the amp, because, heck man, having to settle for a 12W tube amp after using a 16W one for so long can be hard to get used to - sound quality wise. Tube amps sound better the louder the volume is. Otherwise, the distortion will sound puny and undistorted, and that's sad man...that's sad.
As expected, two hours later, replete with frozen fingers and aching finger joints, I emerged. The frozen fingers were because there was only one plug point near me, and I had to decide between plugging the amp in or plugging the heater in. So much for that. But it was good fun, and as Charlene (my roomate) said, I must have been smoking something to put me on such a high as I was last night. In actual fact it was just spillover euphoria from playing the electric. *contented sigh....I love the ESP. =)
That was about 8.15pm then, so I went out into the foyer to play with Sam the dog. He's so ADORABLE!!! ESpecially yesterday because he had finally went on his twice-a-year visit to the grooming service. How unhygenic is that? Apart from that, he doesn't get any baths. So poor Sam before was all a tangled mess of matted fur, but now, just bathed, just cut, just clipped, just combed, he was adorable. I'd been petting him, giving him rubs, ruffling his fur the whole day yesterday, and after guitar I went to him again. Before that I stopped by the office to get a biscuit and then went out to sit with Sam.
Two bites later, I'm like OH SHIT! 40 hour famine! How could I forget? I wasn't even thinking when I took the biscuit. I realized how out-of-habit, almost subconsciously I did that. How I take eating for granted. I, who has never lacked food, till eating comes so naturally I don't even think twice. In fact, I don't even think. Maybe I should start saying grace too. =) I looked at the one-third remains for the biscuit in my hand.
...
*crunch crunch crunch
...
"You liked that didn't you, Sammy boy? Huh? Huh? You liked that eh?"
Yes. I was sufficiently mortified after that. Then I remembered in that envelope that the booklet came in, there was a tattoo sticker thing they gave us of a little blue figure with 3 fingers two big eyes a red cape like Superman, and a hole in its stomach.
I stuck it on the back of my right hand. So that if ever I reached out for food again, it'd be the first thing I see. Imagine that. So much food that 40 hours without, I have to make an effort to remind myself not to eat. And what about the hungry in Tanzania, or in the slums of India, or really, anywhere else in the world?
I spent the rest of the night trying to study for my upcoming Physics test, but with Charlene sitting right across the room, and when WL came in then Minnie came in, hahahah, the four of us got about talking till 11? Around there. Physics had to be put aside, making way for even more ridiculous repartee with CHarlene. Sigh. We have such an abusive relationship. =) After those two left, Charlene and I talked some more till 12 something (Dorcas was having a sleepover at someone else's room) and Sharlotte came in. =) So much for my 'night of study'. Eventually I decided to sleep and have a 'morning of work' the next day (which is today) instead. And here I am typing away at the blog. That's the problem with living the the boarding house man. It's hard to get things done. At least, the things that supposedly matter.
This morning I woke up, and I thought, 9am. Hmm. The dining room is still open. Good. Let's pry my eyes open, get up, go brush teeth and we can have some breakfast.
Wait.
40 hour famine! Th-at's right.
No breakfast. Good, now that I remembered, let's go brush teeth and sit down and study. Since I save time not eating, that'll mean extra time for work.
Anyhow, I really should go study Physics now. I have a Maths and Physics test next week, three different CHemistry homework due next week, an English essay due next week and and Econs essay due next week too. And next week is sadly, two days away. Sigh. English essays are a lot harder to write. Here, there's a distinction between essays and compositions. They never write compositions. It's always essays essays essays. How boring.
"Out of all the characters in Fringe of Leaves, it is Ellen who shows the greatest strength. Discuss."
"Optimism is a quality shared equally between men and women in the novel Fringe of Leaves and House of Spirits. Compare."
And the like. Ooh, by the way, you know how for different subjects I go to different classrooms, I just found out yesterday, our exams are held in a common hall. Whoa, I mean that's like PMR and stuff. In retrospect, I'm like duh yeah why wouldn't it be that way since we don't have a proper classroom with the same classmates? But it's just the whole stark difference of the concept and system here compared to CHS that stood out to me lah.
That's enough rambling for today. Hopefully, this long long post may, to a certain extent, soften my long absence from the scene.
Over and out, yours truly Down Under.
Yes. So as I was saying, it started at 8pm. Dinner was at 6 and after dinner I was thinking hmm, if I get hungry later I'll probably go get a biscuit before 8. Well, that didn't happen of course. After dinner I was wandering about wondering what to do, and eventually I decided to go to the music room to practise the electric. Now that's a big decision okay? Everytime I even think about practising the guitar, I'll mull over it for some time first, weighing the odds. Cause I know when I get started, everything else, work homework study will be tergendala for the next 2 hours.
I didn't have any homework desperately due, so off I went to the music room. Playing there gives me the freedom to crank up the volume of the amp, because, heck man, having to settle for a 12W tube amp after using a 16W one for so long can be hard to get used to - sound quality wise. Tube amps sound better the louder the volume is. Otherwise, the distortion will sound puny and undistorted, and that's sad man...that's sad.
As expected, two hours later, replete with frozen fingers and aching finger joints, I emerged. The frozen fingers were because there was only one plug point near me, and I had to decide between plugging the amp in or plugging the heater in. So much for that. But it was good fun, and as Charlene (my roomate) said, I must have been smoking something to put me on such a high as I was last night. In actual fact it was just spillover euphoria from playing the electric. *contented sigh....I love the ESP. =)
That was about 8.15pm then, so I went out into the foyer to play with Sam the dog. He's so ADORABLE!!! ESpecially yesterday because he had finally went on his twice-a-year visit to the grooming service. How unhygenic is that? Apart from that, he doesn't get any baths. So poor Sam before was all a tangled mess of matted fur, but now, just bathed, just cut, just clipped, just combed, he was adorable. I'd been petting him, giving him rubs, ruffling his fur the whole day yesterday, and after guitar I went to him again. Before that I stopped by the office to get a biscuit and then went out to sit with Sam.
Two bites later, I'm like OH SHIT! 40 hour famine! How could I forget? I wasn't even thinking when I took the biscuit. I realized how out-of-habit, almost subconsciously I did that. How I take eating for granted. I, who has never lacked food, till eating comes so naturally I don't even think twice. In fact, I don't even think. Maybe I should start saying grace too. =) I looked at the one-third remains for the biscuit in my hand.
...
*crunch crunch crunch
...
"You liked that didn't you, Sammy boy? Huh? Huh? You liked that eh?"
Yes. I was sufficiently mortified after that. Then I remembered in that envelope that the booklet came in, there was a tattoo sticker thing they gave us of a little blue figure with 3 fingers two big eyes a red cape like Superman, and a hole in its stomach.
I stuck it on the back of my right hand. So that if ever I reached out for food again, it'd be the first thing I see. Imagine that. So much food that 40 hours without, I have to make an effort to remind myself not to eat. And what about the hungry in Tanzania, or in the slums of India, or really, anywhere else in the world?
I spent the rest of the night trying to study for my upcoming Physics test, but with Charlene sitting right across the room, and when WL came in then Minnie came in, hahahah, the four of us got about talking till 11? Around there. Physics had to be put aside, making way for even more ridiculous repartee with CHarlene. Sigh. We have such an abusive relationship. =) After those two left, Charlene and I talked some more till 12 something (Dorcas was having a sleepover at someone else's room) and Sharlotte came in. =) So much for my 'night of study'. Eventually I decided to sleep and have a 'morning of work' the next day (which is today) instead. And here I am typing away at the blog. That's the problem with living the the boarding house man. It's hard to get things done. At least, the things that supposedly matter.
This morning I woke up, and I thought, 9am. Hmm. The dining room is still open. Good. Let's pry my eyes open, get up, go brush teeth and we can have some breakfast.
Wait.
40 hour famine! Th-at's right.
No breakfast. Good, now that I remembered, let's go brush teeth and sit down and study. Since I save time not eating, that'll mean extra time for work.
Anyhow, I really should go study Physics now. I have a Maths and Physics test next week, three different CHemistry homework due next week, an English essay due next week and and Econs essay due next week too. And next week is sadly, two days away. Sigh. English essays are a lot harder to write. Here, there's a distinction between essays and compositions. They never write compositions. It's always essays essays essays. How boring.
"Out of all the characters in Fringe of Leaves, it is Ellen who shows the greatest strength. Discuss."
"Optimism is a quality shared equally between men and women in the novel Fringe of Leaves and House of Spirits. Compare."
And the like. Ooh, by the way, you know how for different subjects I go to different classrooms, I just found out yesterday, our exams are held in a common hall. Whoa, I mean that's like PMR and stuff. In retrospect, I'm like duh yeah why wouldn't it be that way since we don't have a proper classroom with the same classmates? But it's just the whole stark difference of the concept and system here compared to CHS that stood out to me lah.
That's enough rambling for today. Hopefully, this long long post may, to a certain extent, soften my long absence from the scene.
Over and out, yours truly Down Under.
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