Abouta 22-year-old indonesian who wishes she still lived in shanghai. day & night dreamer. loves singing. worships jazz & blues. has a little too much love for her own hair. wishes to have been born in the 1940s or earlier. in love with the telly. believes in music. would love to travel the world.
so last night (more like midnight actually) i needed to go to the bathroom but kicked a wall on my way, instead. and boy! that hurt like nothing i’ve ever felt before! even worse than a broken heart, or a post dental surgery! my two little toes started to get swollen and all i could think to myself was that i had broken my toes! wanted to cry but no tears came out. so i swore instead (‘cause according to one of the “facts” i’ve read, swearing could increase the pain threshold). i actually had to crawl around in my room as i can’t even stand on both feet! and after about an hour tweeting and whining how painful it was (i don’t have roommates and i don’t wanna disturb anybody’s sleep), i decided to sleep.
today, asked my korean friend to accompany me to see the doctor. my toes weren’t that swollen anymore but the pain remained. and i’ve got bruises on my toes. when arriving at the doctor, we were directed to the expat section and i gotta admit it felt vip. haha. they have a foreign translator there, but somehow i couldn’t speak english and i used mandarin to explain what happened. when i went to see the doctor, he was a foreigner too. and he. was. HOT. hahaha. when going in, i noticed a ring on his left hand. and then he told me to get an x-ray. i actually rode a wheelchair to the x-ray place. haha! after my x-ray result came, i went to see him again, he switched the ring to his right hand. hmm. oh wait that’s not the point! he said i didn’t fracture my toes or anything scary, so he just prescribed me a gel to rub on my toes. and then i found out that he was new at writing chinese, he had to slowly copy the gel’s name from the computer to the prescription. he was so cute when doing that! oh at the end, he asked if i’m 21 (and i’m sure i detected a “smile”-must be my mind playing tricks on me) but it’s for the form he was holding. haha.
conclusion: i like going to the international places, people are more friendly and services are good! haha.
had a little “get together” with classmates down the dorm lobby. we mixed soju, beer and sprite. actually tasted good. but had too much i had to puke. many times. and let me tell you, puking something containing beer is painfully bitter. i thought i was gonna die. things i remember during being drunk: some of my puke (in a plastic bag), we put it in the bushes. i also remember seeing a couple hugging near that bushes. oh well. and had to puke for many more times. a good night turned to be the worst one. should’ve gone to the ktv with my other friends instead. never again will i have beer or soju if i’m gonna puke it out. and now i smell like puke. with a headache and too much acid in my stomach. hot bath will help, won’t it?
the most shocking part: the ladies’ changing room/bathroom = nude room.
it’s the first place you get into before the swimming pool and WOW! everyone seemed to be comfortable being naked around each other. i mean, the swimming place i used to go in my country..it has personal bathrooms and nobody’s naked around anybody. but here…oh my gosh..it was shocking, really.
what i learned (about being naked in the bathroom):
i learned that no matter how skinny a female is, her body doesn’t always as beautiful as those in porns or magazines. thank goodness!
the swimming pool was okay. only got 2 hours to spend inside. and the shower is really great! it’s kinda better than the one in my dorm. and i actually don’t mind going there just to shower. although you have to shower with everyone else. i kinda stopped caring about my body being shown to others. well, unless everyone else there are supermodels.