The "Great" Fall in Great Detail
I define a "great" fall as a flat-on-your-face-in-public-ouch-that's-gonna-hurt-later-oh man-is-that-blood?-fall.
This post picks up where i left off in the previous posts (refer to THIS WEEK under Highlights, then to How Ridiculous, then to Taeguek for Char, then you can read this). OR if you just feel like laughing at someone else's pain, please feel free to read this without any general idea of why it happened.
Like i said, I left the com labs at 10.20pm i think, or around that time, to leave my stuff at home and maybe grab a snack before i went back and continued sending files through msn.
At this point you must be asking: why not attach them to emails and send them?
Well, the files were to big so that didn't work.
Second question could be: Why did you wait until so late before you sent them?
Well, Char told me on Wed night that she needed the Taeguek book to practise, but i brought it to Bris with me, so i scanned them and PLANNED to send them on Thursday so she would at least have a little time left to practise. However, none of my parents know how to sign into msn (chat mode, not mail) and my siblings were all at school and didn't get home until it was about 6.30pm K.K. time= 8.30pm Bris time. Yes, i waited for hours after class at 1pm while doing "useful" and sometimes "not-so-useful" stuff. Plus it took them about half an hour or more to actually connect to the internet.
Third question: If you started transferring files at about 9pm, why were you still there at 10.30pm?
Cos only my dad's laptop could connect to the internet and what was worse was that the connection was slow; hence, file transfers were freaking slow, slow like a turtle, no, slow like the decomposition of decomposable stuff, or, slow like growing old. You get the point, it was slow.
And again, like i said before, i skated back. Yup, skated back at 10.30pm when it was dark and late.
Question: why?
Cos it's faster than walking.
Subsequent question: Why were you in a hurry? 1. because i left my hard disk in the lab so the files could continue transferring (there was no one in the lab then, neither was there anyone when i got back) and I was afraid that it might get stolen. There's a lot of important stuff in there like my school files and pictures and stuff 2. I didn't know if the computer would stop all "operations" if i didn't touch anything for a fixed amount of time, and in the end i found out it did (because when i got back, the screen saver "logout when finished" was on) and therefore the sending of files failed. 3. I was ravenous. 4. It was late, so of course i was rushing, i still had to shower and do homework.
In the FUTURE, if this fall were to haunt me and prevented me from skateboarding ever again, to the point that it got so bad that i needed to see a therapist to "overcome my fear" and he/she told me to relive my experience by telling him/her what happened, then this is how it would sound like:
I was rushing, it was late. At the back of my mind, all i could do was worry about the files not being able to be sent and my hard disk getting stolen. I ran up the hill with my board in hand and when i reached flat land, i started skating. The road leading to my apartment was relatively flat but flat in the sense that there was maybe a 10-degree inclination downhill. I had only skated down once on the same road, and i remembered that i would increase in speed as i got closer to the traffic lights at the cross section; so, this time, i didn't want to jump off my board as i usuallly would and instead took a different approach. That's when i decided to step down on the back to brake even though i was going quite fast. Two seconds later, I was on the floor, face barely three centimetres from the bitumen floor, I think my bag added pressure to my fall. It took a while to process what had happened. I was flat on my front on the ground, my reflex was to extend my arms to cushion the fall i guess, since my palms were pressed against the road. First thing on my mind was: Crap. Second was: Ouch! Third was: Oh man!
As i got up, i brushed the grains of sand and little rocks off my arms. I struggled to feel my extremities, there was a stinging numbness in my arms. I picked my board up and started walking, i felt what i thought at the time was sweat at my fingertips as i clutched my board tightly in an attempt to feel my hands. I couldn't until after awhile. When i snapped out of the blur, how-did-that-happen?-feeling, i started examining my hands. You know how you don't feel pain until you physically see the wounds? That was what happened to me. The first "injury" I found was on my left palm-chafed. As i felt my elbows for wounds, I couldn't feel anything. Then after awhile, a burning pain came from my waist (pelvic region), as i lifted my shirt, i saw that some skin had been scraped off. Ah... Not too bad... Closer to my apartment, i started wondering why my hands were so sweaty, i looked at my right hand that was holding the board at the time-blood on the deck. Confused, i switched the board to my left hand to look closer at my right palm-blood. But there weren't any cuts. Still confused but more anxious, I frantically searched for the source of the blood, my blood. Under the dim, widely-spaced street lights, i couldn't see a thing. Where was it coming from? My face? My knees? Nothing.
More worried than ever, I ran home. My hard disk still at the back of my mind. In my room under brighter lighy, i looked at myself in the mirror. Did i lose a tooth? Nope. Break something? Don't think so... As i moved each of my limbs in front of the mirror, i noticed red on my left elbow. Aah... there you are. Crap. It was totally scathed at the joint. Hmm... that's gonna hurt when i shower later, and when i move my arm. "That's what you get when you do something stupid! Idiot! Should've just jumped off like you normally would."
I went to the bathroom to wash my elbow and hands quickly, grabbed an apple from the fridge and pushed my bike out to the corridor. I cycled back to the labs fast, swiped my card and ran in. Phew. No one was there and my hard disk was still jacked into the com. But i looked at the computer screen and the screen saver was on. Crap. I didn't realize that it terminated my operations until i looked at the chatbox i had open with Stef. Argh... "File sending failed". Frustrated, i sent messages back to Stef asking what happened. She didn't reply. I sent more. No reply. Nudge. No reply. Nudge again. No reply. What is going on? i thought. I'm gonna be here all night!!!!!!
I went to the toilet to wash my apple, it was all wrinkly, it was left in the fridge from before my parents left. I sat back at the computer, waiting for a reply. Still nothing. As i bit into my wrinkly and PARTLY rotten apple (I only ate the edible parts), I started thinking of other possible solutions to the problem and other possible options of how to send Char the pics. Eureka! My blog. I could try posting pics even though it never used to work. Worth a try. I couldn't just leave it! Char might fail! So i did and it worked. Ah... Relieved. I logged out after replying to Sonia's msn chat window. She knew i was running home. I told her what happened and her reply was: how stupid? ... you skated home? ... in the dark? Haha... Typical. Sonia's like a mother. She's the same age as me... I think. Or one year older. Whatever. The way she thinks is the way any mother would think. And i don't mean this in a bad way. I'm the one who gave her the nickname "old soul". Haha... But she's cool with it. She's a good friend. When she heard how i fried rice, she laughed and said, "how cute!" and then offered a few days later to bring the fried rice she cooked so i could "taste what real fried rice was like [tasted like]".
I ran up the hill for the second time in a span of 15 minutes... How tiring... I unchained my bike and cycled fast. School grounds was cold, dark and soooooo serene, it was creepy. Faculty was on holiday so it wasn't as "lively" as it would normally be. It was a effort cycling back because i had to hold the hard disk in my hands while holding on to the handle bars of the bike. Tough. But it wasn't such a long ride back (reached home at 11pm) so in the end everything turned out fine, the fall was another matter. No biggie.
Some pics of my wounds:
This post picks up where i left off in the previous posts (refer to THIS WEEK under Highlights, then to How Ridiculous, then to Taeguek for Char, then you can read this). OR if you just feel like laughing at someone else's pain, please feel free to read this without any general idea of why it happened.
Like i said, I left the com labs at 10.20pm i think, or around that time, to leave my stuff at home and maybe grab a snack before i went back and continued sending files through msn.
At this point you must be asking: why not attach them to emails and send them?
Well, the files were to big so that didn't work.
Second question could be: Why did you wait until so late before you sent them?
Well, Char told me on Wed night that she needed the Taeguek book to practise, but i brought it to Bris with me, so i scanned them and PLANNED to send them on Thursday so she would at least have a little time left to practise. However, none of my parents know how to sign into msn (chat mode, not mail) and my siblings were all at school and didn't get home until it was about 6.30pm K.K. time= 8.30pm Bris time. Yes, i waited for hours after class at 1pm while doing "useful" and sometimes "not-so-useful" stuff. Plus it took them about half an hour or more to actually connect to the internet.
Third question: If you started transferring files at about 9pm, why were you still there at 10.30pm?
Cos only my dad's laptop could connect to the internet and what was worse was that the connection was slow; hence, file transfers were freaking slow, slow like a turtle, no, slow like the decomposition of decomposable stuff, or, slow like growing old. You get the point, it was slow.
And again, like i said before, i skated back. Yup, skated back at 10.30pm when it was dark and late.
Question: why?
Cos it's faster than walking.
Subsequent question: Why were you in a hurry? 1. because i left my hard disk in the lab so the files could continue transferring (there was no one in the lab then, neither was there anyone when i got back) and I was afraid that it might get stolen. There's a lot of important stuff in there like my school files and pictures and stuff 2. I didn't know if the computer would stop all "operations" if i didn't touch anything for a fixed amount of time, and in the end i found out it did (because when i got back, the screen saver "logout when finished" was on) and therefore the sending of files failed. 3. I was ravenous. 4. It was late, so of course i was rushing, i still had to shower and do homework.
In the FUTURE, if this fall were to haunt me and prevented me from skateboarding ever again, to the point that it got so bad that i needed to see a therapist to "overcome my fear" and he/she told me to relive my experience by telling him/her what happened, then this is how it would sound like:
I was rushing, it was late. At the back of my mind, all i could do was worry about the files not being able to be sent and my hard disk getting stolen. I ran up the hill with my board in hand and when i reached flat land, i started skating. The road leading to my apartment was relatively flat but flat in the sense that there was maybe a 10-degree inclination downhill. I had only skated down once on the same road, and i remembered that i would increase in speed as i got closer to the traffic lights at the cross section; so, this time, i didn't want to jump off my board as i usuallly would and instead took a different approach. That's when i decided to step down on the back to brake even though i was going quite fast. Two seconds later, I was on the floor, face barely three centimetres from the bitumen floor, I think my bag added pressure to my fall. It took a while to process what had happened. I was flat on my front on the ground, my reflex was to extend my arms to cushion the fall i guess, since my palms were pressed against the road. First thing on my mind was: Crap. Second was: Ouch! Third was: Oh man!
As i got up, i brushed the grains of sand and little rocks off my arms. I struggled to feel my extremities, there was a stinging numbness in my arms. I picked my board up and started walking, i felt what i thought at the time was sweat at my fingertips as i clutched my board tightly in an attempt to feel my hands. I couldn't until after awhile. When i snapped out of the blur, how-did-that-happen?-feeling, i started examining my hands. You know how you don't feel pain until you physically see the wounds? That was what happened to me. The first "injury" I found was on my left palm-chafed. As i felt my elbows for wounds, I couldn't feel anything. Then after awhile, a burning pain came from my waist (pelvic region), as i lifted my shirt, i saw that some skin had been scraped off. Ah... Not too bad... Closer to my apartment, i started wondering why my hands were so sweaty, i looked at my right hand that was holding the board at the time-blood on the deck. Confused, i switched the board to my left hand to look closer at my right palm-blood. But there weren't any cuts. Still confused but more anxious, I frantically searched for the source of the blood, my blood. Under the dim, widely-spaced street lights, i couldn't see a thing. Where was it coming from? My face? My knees? Nothing.
More worried than ever, I ran home. My hard disk still at the back of my mind. In my room under brighter lighy, i looked at myself in the mirror. Did i lose a tooth? Nope. Break something? Don't think so... As i moved each of my limbs in front of the mirror, i noticed red on my left elbow. Aah... there you are. Crap. It was totally scathed at the joint. Hmm... that's gonna hurt when i shower later, and when i move my arm. "That's what you get when you do something stupid! Idiot! Should've just jumped off like you normally would."
I went to the bathroom to wash my elbow and hands quickly, grabbed an apple from the fridge and pushed my bike out to the corridor. I cycled back to the labs fast, swiped my card and ran in. Phew. No one was there and my hard disk was still jacked into the com. But i looked at the computer screen and the screen saver was on. Crap. I didn't realize that it terminated my operations until i looked at the chatbox i had open with Stef. Argh... "File sending failed". Frustrated, i sent messages back to Stef asking what happened. She didn't reply. I sent more. No reply. Nudge. No reply. Nudge again. No reply. What is going on? i thought. I'm gonna be here all night!!!!!!
I went to the toilet to wash my apple, it was all wrinkly, it was left in the fridge from before my parents left. I sat back at the computer, waiting for a reply. Still nothing. As i bit into my wrinkly and PARTLY rotten apple (I only ate the edible parts), I started thinking of other possible solutions to the problem and other possible options of how to send Char the pics. Eureka! My blog. I could try posting pics even though it never used to work. Worth a try. I couldn't just leave it! Char might fail! So i did and it worked. Ah... Relieved. I logged out after replying to Sonia's msn chat window. She knew i was running home. I told her what happened and her reply was: how stupid? ... you skated home? ... in the dark? Haha... Typical. Sonia's like a mother. She's the same age as me... I think. Or one year older. Whatever. The way she thinks is the way any mother would think. And i don't mean this in a bad way. I'm the one who gave her the nickname "old soul". Haha... But she's cool with it. She's a good friend. When she heard how i fried rice, she laughed and said, "how cute!" and then offered a few days later to bring the fried rice she cooked so i could "taste what real fried rice was like [tasted like]".
I ran up the hill for the second time in a span of 15 minutes... How tiring... I unchained my bike and cycled fast. School grounds was cold, dark and soooooo serene, it was creepy. Faculty was on holiday so it wasn't as "lively" as it would normally be. It was a effort cycling back because i had to hold the hard disk in my hands while holding on to the handle bars of the bike. Tough. But it wasn't such a long ride back (reached home at 11pm) so in the end everything turned out fine, the fall was another matter. No biggie.
Some pics of my wounds:
Thank God that:
- i didn't break anything
- my hard disk didn't get stolen
- i got home safely
That's all, i think.
Reminder: Don't do anything stupid.
Thanks for reading and thanks for caring!
posted by My life in Brisbane, if you care... at 7/14/2006 02:27:00 PM
4 Comments:
did u tighten the screws u were suppose to tighen 6 months ago?.. u know ur board can't take the speed. no offence. but yeah lucky we went to sentosa and skated down a slope. some training. heh heh. the wounds look disgusting. and for a girl to post ur wounds. ur one of a kind. =)
Yeah, i told my parents to tell Ahad to help tighten them, but it doesn't seem like he did, so it is still kinda wobbly. I'll tighten them myself soon. Yeah man, Sentosa was a hell of a lot of fun. Thinking about it now makes me smile. Haha... It was actually pretty dangerous what we were doing. Why can't i eat eggs? I heal fast. Plus i fall all the time. Used to it.
sentosa?..in singapore..??, ?? Oh Man~!! hmph~
Cos eggs are poisonous, not supposed to eat them too when u have flu, my mum told me.
Ah..and beef and prawns and chinese mushrooms, causes infections, and dark soy sauce leaves scars.
Get Well Soon
ayo... i'm being attacked by the utmost gang... first of all, no one knows bout the toilet bowl incidents, so thanks for making it public. second, yes, that was the day we came up with "utmost chaos" and indeed it was a chaotic day. LJ is only what you guys call me, please keep that to yourselves. Bona, i'm not an "old soul". I don't consider myself one. Lastly, thanks yam for the list. Haha... so what can i eat? kidding, i don't care... it's healing pretty quick.
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