Saturday, October 10, 2009
I am more tired than I thought
Continuing the weekend working scheduled since I came back to Amsterdam in early September, I found that I was really burned. I couldn't sleep well at night and weak up late in the morning. Coming back from work this afternoon, I felt dizzy and headache and rolled to the bed and passed out for 4 hours on Saturday afternoon. Ah, very much needed rest, it is the raining season in Amsterdam, I cannot go rollerblading...
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Cutting into the flesh
I am very environmental friendly and always paying attention to what people do with the recyclable materials in every city I live. Amsterdam is obviously not very good (London is worse, I witnessed the pub dumped the whole trash can worth of glass bottles into dumpster), the recycle bin is very far away from every house, people do not have good incentive to recycle anything. Never mention the steel or aluminium cans, no one really recycle them. The cleaning lady simply put everything into the big garbage bin.
I purposely hide the glass bottles, thinking that's the only small thing I can do to help the environment. I bike to the recycle center once every couple weeks to put the glassy stuff into the right bin (my Ducth is really improving, I can recognize which one is for paper, and which one is for glasses). I broke a salad bowl the other day (for those kitchenware surviving me for over 2 weeks, you shoud aware them). The salad bowl was still in a shape, but with cracks all over.
When I reached the recycle bin, I dumped a couple bottles into the small opening without problem, but the salad bowl is too big to fit in. So I smashed it on the floor, finally, it had broken into 3 manageable sizes. Picking up the big pieces, my left hand was holding the stupid heavy plastic blocking the opening, and the sharp edge cut into the back of my left hand. The edge was so sharp that I didn't feel any pain, I thought I even heard the small "pohk" sound when the sharp edge breaking into my flesh. The wound is about 2 cm wide, the cut is very clean, the blood didn't rush out until a couple seconds later. What an interesting cut, the blood kept running but I didn't feel it at all, I guess I was more annoyed by the fact that the blood would stain my jacket or something. Also I am annoyed by the fact that there might be a scar left.
Thinking anyone commit suicide by slitting the wist or throat open?
I purposely hide the glass bottles, thinking that's the only small thing I can do to help the environment. I bike to the recycle center once every couple weeks to put the glassy stuff into the right bin (my Ducth is really improving, I can recognize which one is for paper, and which one is for glasses). I broke a salad bowl the other day (for those kitchenware surviving me for over 2 weeks, you shoud aware them). The salad bowl was still in a shape, but with cracks all over.
When I reached the recycle bin, I dumped a couple bottles into the small opening without problem, but the salad bowl is too big to fit in. So I smashed it on the floor, finally, it had broken into 3 manageable sizes. Picking up the big pieces, my left hand was holding the stupid heavy plastic blocking the opening, and the sharp edge cut into the back of my left hand. The edge was so sharp that I didn't feel any pain, I thought I even heard the small "pohk" sound when the sharp edge breaking into my flesh. The wound is about 2 cm wide, the cut is very clean, the blood didn't rush out until a couple seconds later. What an interesting cut, the blood kept running but I didn't feel it at all, I guess I was more annoyed by the fact that the blood would stain my jacket or something. Also I am annoyed by the fact that there might be a scar left.
Thinking anyone commit suicide by slitting the wist or throat open?
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