The week of unfortunate events

It hasn't been the best week for me. Actually it kinda sucked. You know the feeling of waking up and wishing the day would quickly pass so you could go back to sleep and be in sweet oblivion for a few hours? Yup, that's how I've felt all week.

The bad luck started kicking in Saturday night. I was tired from NCS, but I felt like running that night. I haven't ran in a while so I was looking forward to it. I messaged Keith and it turned out that he wanted to run as well so...we ran. I couldn't keep up with him because he was damn fit and fast. Moreover, my nose was runny and my head was so stuffy and I was feeling somewhat weak to the point of feeling light-headed after coming down a hill. After one round around campus, I told Keith I wanted to head back and he accompanied me back to hall and I got back to my room and showered and thought about how nice it would be to collapse into bed and end the day.

I was about to sleep when I suddenly felt thirsty. I got out of my room and stupidly forgot to put a door stopper. Never mind that though -- after all, my door wouldn't be locked right? WRONG. For some reason, my door was locked (and no, we don't use keys to open our doors...we use our school matriculation cards) and I stood outside my door in disbelief, wet hair, ratty clothes, glasses and all. I go down and tell Keith what happened and we try to figure out how to get my room unlocked. Colin, the RF was already asleep (this was around 1 AM) and I didn't want to wake him up cause that would be really rude. Keith attempted to climb up to my room but I refused to let him do that because I didn't want to be the reason for his possible death (or permanent spinal injury or whatever). In the end, I just decided to stay up, study and wait until Colin got up. Luckily, some of my books were left in the Sheares library and so I headed there and tried to study for Statistics. Keith was nice enough to keep me company and we decided to go to McDonald's to eat and study instead. So there we were walking to McDonald's at 2 AM in the morning in ratty clothes, lugging around school books. We camped out there till around 5 am and went back to hall. After much argument, I eventually agreed to sleep on Keith's bed while he slept on the floor. Gah. I felt majorly guilty for that. Colin finally unlocked my door around 8:45 AM and I crashed into bed and slept for a few hours before studying for the math midterm.

Math midterm wasn't that great. I love math and I just hate it every time I don't ace a test -- especially when I've studied hard for it. Multiple choice for math is just...absurd. Never mind your solutions, never mind if you guessed your answers -- in the end, it's only the final answer that counts. Sigh. I don't think I did horribly, but I don't feel like I've aced it either. I screwed up on one number that was so easy and that ticked me off a bit. Careless,careless.

I was also horribly sick this week. I was battling colds, cough, headache and an overwhelming feeling of physical weakness. Being sick meant that I couldn't run which bummed me out.

I thought after those two events, the week would pass by relatively smoothly. Well, to be fair, there were fine points in the week. I got to catch Little Children with Song last Tuesday night. Watch it -- it's a good movie. I liked the simplicity of the plot and the way the movie was filmed. Chinese New Year dinner in hall was good too. Steamboat, camwhoring and hall spirit and all.

But the fine points were hardly enough to overcome the horrible feeling of saying goodbye to a pseudo-relationship that admittedly was going nowhere and to getting into a horrible misunderstanding with a really good friend. Cold shoulders and silence treatments on both ends (the giving and receiving end) suck big time and can drain one's spirit. Silence is beautiful sometimes. But it also has its dark side: it can wreck relationships as well.

When you're on your own in a foreign country, you realize how alone you are when things go horribly. I was feeling homesick all week. I wished that my mom would be around to take care of me. I wished that I could be in my room, under my covers, content with the knowledge that my family and my friends are there for me. I have friends here but nothing beats the familiarity of friends and family who know you inside out.

Let's hope that next week becomes much better.