Name:Julienne Wong DOB:22nd March 1985 Course:LLM International Law Location:United Kingdom Colour:Pink! Pink! Pink! Ambition:Travel around the World Habits:shopping Current motto:Work smart, play hard! Current Favourite Song:Silje Nergaard- The Waltz Last Movie:Jumper Current Book:1421 The Year China Discovered the World Drinks:Chocolate Mudslide About me:I may be older than I look, and I may be younger than I sound.
I may be nicer than I act, and I may be more cruel than you think.
I may be something you cannot explain, but either way, I`m still me.
Friday, 5 October 2007
Today's photo shot was an interesting one. Can't say too much about it because Boss said confidential. I also learnt a lot about myself today.For example:
*I have minor dyslexia : I mean I always make fun and suspected myself as one. But having someone to actually confirm my symptoms is a shocker! So i made some research as soon as I got home. If you have been faithfully reading my previous blog, you'll realize that the puzzle all fits.
1. Like how I always go on the wrong bus because I misread the wrong number! It's not blurness after all. It's called Directional Confusion. So all those times my friends calling me every ten minutes making sure I'm not lost was not caused by blurness.
2. See I did law because I can't do maths to save my life. I think,say and write 3 different things when it comes to maths! And no matter how many hours I spend practicing maths, I'm just shit. It's amazing that I passed my further maths! And when I was researching about it, I tick every box like the following:
* The dyslexic may have a problem with numbers and calculations involving adding, subtracting and time tables.
*He may be confused by similar-looking mathematical signs: + and ×; –, ÷ and =; < (less than) and > (greater than). (ha!! that's why I can't do matrix!)
* He may have a difficulty with mental arithmetic.
See it all make perfect sense now. I remember going to the BBQ Korean Restaurant with Leng and my family once and the conversation went like this.
Waitress: How many people?
Me: er...9
Leng: No. Eight lar.
Me: Wait let me count...5+3...(with a very convincing puzzled voice) 9!
Leng: Eight lar
Me: No...9!! 5+3 is 9! What's wrong with you?
Leng: Julienne...(at this point, Leng put her fingers in front of my face and showed me) 5 plus 3 is 8.
Me: Oh yah....8 -_-
Waitress: (annoyed at the whole commotion because I can't count) You wait!
And that's not all. I told Boss about how I think I might be suffering from Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) because I wake up every morning with an obsession to clean something and making sure everything is balanced around me.(like the way my bedsheets are made, the way I arrange my things and etc) Also, I'm hyperactive all the time (friends swear by that I'm cheap fun because I am always high on oxygen) and I get even more hyper when people feed me coke.(especially in clubs. give me two cans of coke and I assure you I'll have the guts to dance on stage!)Yahlar, laugh at me for being cheap fun. -_- At least my liver is not ruin and I'm just as high as people who are tipsy. You feed me alcohol, I'll crawl into bed. It's works the opposite for me. *_*
Boss also said it's link symptoms with Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) aka Hyperkinetic Disorder. But why it is that I never had the urge to clean while I was in Malaysia? Boss said it's because of my diet. I'm lacking some vitamins of some sort that triggers me having OCD and subsequently ADHD. One of it is Omega 3; which is pretty true and I'll explain why. Ever since I came to the UK, I don't really eat fish because they don't sell fresh ones here. Where I live, we're actually quite close to sea and the harbour but no one sells fresh fish from the boat or market here. Plus, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CLEAN THE FISH! It's so slippery and yucky.So I hardly touch fish.
See now my blurness has a cause!! So how has this discovery affected me? Not much, just gave me something to blame for all my troubles. I mean, I've lived my life AS NORMAL as I could for 22 years. I don't see why I have to announce my "disability" if I've lived in denial all my life. On another note, I now know my limits and for all those times I get frustrated for not excelling on certain things,(like math,maps and reading efficiently) I can happily let it be without feeling frustrated with myself. I know I can't push myself to do equation and I know I'll always go up the wrong bus.(which means my friends still have to hold my hands to cross the road and make sure I don't take the wrong bus)*aww bless my friends* But that's what makes me; ME! Hyperactive,crazy,class clown, lame, maths retard, excelling in arts and constantly having weird ideas. (like how I tried to convince Rac's bf to put the Mango into the microwave to make it ripe!)
I'll tell you about my Mango theory another day. Right now, I need sleep and digest my retardeness. -_-
