I betcha when you saw that title you thought I went off being vegetarian now, didn’t you? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m still a vegetarian on day 3 of the ’sympathy diet’.
Woke up at 4am today, ate a can of baked beans and a bowl of cereal at 5ish am, went back to sleep at 6am, woke up again at 8am, went to uni and did the oral exam, did the group meetings and did the presentations back to back. All this while eating an apple for breakfast at 8am and not eating again till after everything was done, which was around about 4ish pm. I’m proud of myself I must say. I just had a very small portion of cauliflower, potato and cheese bake for dinner and resisted eating the steak.
Strangely enough, being vegetarian isn’t so bad after all. It feels good not to be stuffed full after a meal and I must say the loss of appetite is can most likely be attributed to stress from everything.
So it is a relief to finish everything for the semester, just have the exams to go. Tonight’s rest from studying is well earned I must say. I’m going to shower, remove my contacts and go curl up in my bed and read a book after this.
Oh, great news! Our applied research presentation got a good mark for the effort we put in and my splint critique went better than I thought. So all in all, a good end to the day 
Just yesterday on the bus home, I felt so overwhelmed with everything until I saw a bunch of dolphins playing in the river while the bus was on Mounts Bay Road. It felt so good to see these docile creatures play so near civilization. Anyway, the load is off my shoulders now and I can breathe a little better after everything.
Just a random thought: I should have become a statistician. For the biostats assessment 2, I got much higher than expected so maybe interpreting data isn’t so bad after all. On the plus side, I can have a fling with my calculator 
I can’t believe I actually managed to wake up so early to study rehab and try and do my speeches, considering its a freezing 4 degrees outside.
Am now sitting in my bed, trying to hide under the covers and write up the speech for the childhood speech. Hope to finish it by 5am and then try and do more for the applied research presentation and then start studying for rehab at probably around 6ish or so till around 9.30am when I get my sorry ass to uni along with my splints.
It’s going to be a veeeeery long day today. I’m wanting to do something tonight as a mini celebration and to organize my thoughts after this stressful period. Arghhhhh……*chants to self*
Icandothis. Icandothis. Icandothis.
*oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm*
OK I’m off to bed till 3am cause my butt hurts and so does my head and this ain’t doing me any good at all so I’ll wake up at 4am or 5am to study for my rehab and fix my other presentation slides and figure out what I’m going to present for 2 presentations
Title sums it all up, but done with the handout for childhood presentation and now going to research bits and pieces for the presentation and after that its going to be research presentation and then sleep, studying rehab will be done at 5am till 10am so pray I get thru this.
OK, I’ve got a strategy to stay awake all night tonight, I’ve decided to update my blog every hour. But the catch is, that it has to be a one sentences update only.
So my update for this hour:
I’m feeling a little better after the shower, thus the headache isn’t so bad and now I’ve got to get started on my things, with finishing the childhood slides and handout first.
I’ve just finished dinner and I had salad and cheese and an apple for dinner. I don’t think I can eat much now, I’ve got to study for the rehab oral exam, finish up the slides for the applied research and childhood presentations tomorrow, finish up the handout for the childhood presentation, write out both speeches, time both speeches and put finishing touches to my splints and remember to bring them tomorrow.
Phew! Try saying all that in 1 breath, a little stressed there.
Having a massive headache now and feeling sick in the stomach. My dinner is feeling like its going to come back up and not cause it was bad. Its other things. I suppose nerves can be attributed to that in part, but the majority is probably some other random thing.
Anyway, I had cereal and chocolate soya milk for breakfast, 3 vegetarian rolls for lunch, and the above for dinner. I feel a tad bit healthier I suppose. Aunty calls it the sympathy diet I call it the willpower diet….Phwoar!! Maybe I should get a reward or something for doing this, like people pay me money or something along those lines.
So, do you feel generous to sponsor something for me getting thru the week as a vegetarian? Come on, I know you want to 
I’ve got a confession to make: Since it wasn’t decided that I was going to be a vegetarian for a week till 11pm last night and the thing started 1 hour later, I couldn’t tell Aunty that I was going vegetarian for the next week. The reason why I became vegetarian feels a little silly, so we shan’t go into detail shall we?
Day 1 as a vegetarian: partial failure. For lunch I had vegetarian pasta and I had Snicker’s bars for snacks. So far so good, I actually don’t mind being vegetarian so this certainly was kind of fun, so I can feel what Lin feels like
When I got home, I told Aunty about the whole thing and she was amused with it. I came back to a pot full of spaghetti sauce. With meat.
*gulp*
And to top off the thing, tomorrow she’s making curry chicken for dinner. I wonder what I’ll eat next? The leather shoes? Boil it for meat? Or shall I make good on my promise to suffer and eat just salad for dinner tomorrow?
Who knows? I might actually lose some weight at this rate from all the veggies I’m eating. Aunty’s not going to cook special fake ‘meat’ just for me, so all them veggies and salads do sound yummy!
*Trying to think positive”
Salads for dinner tomorrow. Can’t wait!
Somehow I think of Lin’s voice when I head that in my head
OK, so I’ve listened to Nelly Furtado’s song All Good Things too much and I’ve got the tune in my head. A good time as ever to start writing a fiction tale, since I’m stressing and I need a destressor and I’m feeling creative
Leigh-San came up with the partial idea while on the bus today, but it has been tweaked around (I did say the story was workable :P) and here comes a short story just before I go shower.
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She sat at the beach, looking into the sunset. The wind was as cold as she could remember. She clutched her knees together as she recalled her past.
The sunset’s pretty colours amazed her. How such a big thing could hide for the night while the moon came out and lit the sky. The last of the sun rays peeking out behind the clouds just captivated her attention.
She did not notice the people around her. The man with his Dalmatian, walking leisurely along the beach.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” The man asked her.
She just smiled at him and nodded her head.
She could not remember why she had came to the beach, only to be reminded of her pain. Beautiful as the sunset may be, it was something that brought great pain to her.
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That’s all I’ve got so far. The plot didn’t get past the person being British-Chinese and her name is Sierra. Lolz. Don’t ask me why, it’s Leigh-San’s idea! He hasn’t plotted out the bigger picture yet
I’m not much of a rain-person, being the fact that everytime it rains I always seem to get caught in its downpour. As a result of the downpour, I’ll be drenched, along with my bag and everything I’ll carry in my hand. Umbrellas don’t do any good, they just flip inside out the minute I open them and just causes me to get more drenched.
I don’t mind rain when I ‘m safely tucked into bed, listening to the pitter-patter outside my window. There are times when I wish I had a little alcove in my room, so I could sit on the ledge and cuddle up in a blanket and look out into the rain and be lost in my thoughts.
Last night’s rain was strangely calming. I was in Jasmine’s room and I was lost in my thoughts again and tucked into the nice warm bed. I was reflecting back on how the week went and how this week was going to be a busy week. I didn’t want to think about the week I was about to face, but I sat in bed thinking about cell and I must have dozed off.
Next thing I know was I could hear myself talking, yet I could not stop it and I woke up to Jasmine laughing hysterically and telling me that I was sleep talking. I told her I knew and fell back asleep. This time, I could hear myself saying Cheryl’s name (think it was cause I was thinking of the pasta of Friday night :P) but I couldn’t stop myself. It was as if I had no control over my mouth in my half-asleep state. That’s when I woke up again to Jasmine’s laughing and I knew I had sleep talked again.
Talk about being embarressed