Category Archives: Wellness

I wish we all could

go where we most want to go, which is most usually home.

Canadian Thanksgiving was hard on one level because everyone who lives in this area went home for the long weekend. We walked back to residence on the Friday to see lines of people waiting by the main entrance for their parents to drive them home.

It wasn’t so bad for me then, as I was nursing a fever and so just wanted to sleep (although being sick makes you miss home and people who take care of you more than anything else, possibly). I’ve also never celebrated Thanksgiving before, so it wasn’t like I was missing out on some great big tradition. That will be Lunar New Year.

But the Christmas break will be harder for people who still can’t go home, and sometimes I feel guilty about it. I’m lucky I can fly home, but for many people, that won’t be for another four months. Some people, a few years.

On the other hand, it’s the most natural thing for people to discuss what they most miss and what they are looking forward to having again, so you can’t forbid that. It must be difficult to tolerate, though, for people who aren’t going back yet. I know I miss my family more when I see other parents drop by to visit their kids.

I wish the world was nice and everyone could go where they wanted to go.

A life in a day

So we’re now a quarter of the way into the academic year, with three more to go. It’s also application season for high school senior students, so I thought it would be a good idea to write about what a typical day is like for me.

My day actually began yesterday. I stayed up until 1:30 am to write an essay that is, ironically, due on Friday. Academic staff recommend students to write their essays ahead of time so there is time to revise and make a good job of them. I don’t think they meant for us to lose sleep over them ahead of time as well, though… However, I really enjoyed writing it and couldn’t stop once I got started. It’s so much more fun to choose your own titles on a subject you actually care about.

It’s quite hard to sleep early when living in rez. There is always something going on — tonight is obviously Hallowe’en. I went to the Haunted House at Hamber with some friends, and had a great time. I’m impressed by how much they managed to do in such a small space. I wish I’d screamed, but I was laughing too hard. It’s the first time in ages since I’ve got out of my room properly. Even though I’m exhausted tonight, I’m still not going to be able to go to bed for another hour. I hope we don’t have a fire alarm tonight — we had one two Fridays ago, and we all had to troop out to the commonsblock at two in the morning. The alarms here are piercingly high and painful, so you have to get out just to save your eardrums, even if you don’t want to leave your bed. Unfortunately, the alarm at the commonsblock went off too, so we got chucked out into the field, and then it began to drizzle while the firemen sauntered around. We all went back twenty to thirty minutes later, but not before one of the RAs yelled, “Who was watching porn on the big screen?” Our new big screen TV in the house lounge has obviously been put to use…

These many late nights, coupled with the later sunrises, mean that I get up late as well and don’t have time to eat breakfast before I go to class. I almost wish that someone would take my milk from our floor’s fridge, just so it won’t be wasted. (I buy giant jugs of them each time.) Our floor is pretty good about not taking other people’s food. But I don’t really wish it. In fact, I’d be pretty peeved if anyone took my milk, so please don’t take it. It’s mine. Hiss.

My meals have been rather atypical today. Some friends told me that there is a caf in Buchanan A. I was astounded. We have food in Buchanan? And I didn’t know about this? What is the world coming to? I’ve been hunting out feeding-grounds to satisfy my appetite, which has been increasing exponentially ever since I came to UBC and had to start walking around. Oh, for hyper-convenient public transport again! Vancouver’s transport system isn’t actually too bad, and Translink is a great trip planner for the newcomer — it did, however, once get me stranded in the middle of nowhere, so I don’t entirely trust it anymore. The best part of it all, of course, is that we have our UPasses, transport tickets that basically give us free reign of the public transport system, covered for in our school fees. Yay, free transport! Especially wonderful for commuters.

Returning to the topic of food, though, Vanier’s caf food is not too bad. Totem tent people might say something different about theirs. I actually still quite like the food here — everything except the Asian food. Those are just all wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. (People tell me the quesadillas here are fake and disgusting, but I’ve never known otherwise, so I’m able to continue eating them in perfect bliss.) And there are other yummy places to get food — Suga Sushi down in the Village is my best suggestion for sushi on campus, if you insist on it. I’m heartbroken that Cafe Crepe isn’t open anymore, though. I love their crepes beyond anything else containing an egg.

For someone who almost fell asleep swing dancing — I feel so sorry for my partners for my completely slow reactions; I can’t even remember how to do that new dance we learned today, and that was basically just walking in a straight line — I am horrendously verbose. Actually, that is probably why I am rambling away in the first place.

Goodnight!

This should take you four minutes to read. I timed it.

“Do you know what is happening in Darfur right now?” the girl at the STAND UBC booth asked me. I was gaily clubs-shopping that day.

For a moment, I wanted to say “yes”. Instincts do not like to admit ignorance, especially when you know that it is something important. “No,” I answered truthfully. The girl’s face fell, as I had half-expected it to, but more perhaps because I am not the only ignorant one out of many.

“Right,” she said. “This is the problem. There’s basically a genocide going on right now, almost as bad as the Holocaust, and no media attention is being given to it, so most people don’t know about it.”

I don’t know about you, but the first thing I thought about when she said “genocide going on right now” is not the Holocaust, but Rwanda. I don’t even know enough about Rwanda to claim knowledge of it at all, other than seeing a few clips and hearing bits and pieces — enough to feel shame. Shame for not knowing. Shame for humanity, that we let these things happen to each other. That we do these things to each other.

Genevive has just posted about Uganda. It is something I did not know anything about either. It doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes to read, so please do.

In addition to that, Genevieve is not the only person who didn’t post on Blog Action Day. In my poor defence, I didn’t receive the email I expected — but that is poor, isn’t it? Yes. It should not have mattered. That will come along later.

In October 2005, I went to Cebu in the Philippines and saw street urchins. I saw people living in rubbish dumps. So much rubbish that you could not see the end of it, and they lived there. They had nowhere else to go.

Shinerama. Agape Street Missions. Berwick (with Smiling Over Sickness). The list could go on and on, but once you take the time to look, the number of causes out there is overwhelming. There are literally millions upon millions of problems around the world. There are tragedies occurring in every country. They happen everywhere. They happen here.

But you don’t have the time to check all these links, to Google all these names, or maybe to even finish reading this, which is really getting longer than the recommended blog post. Putting it under a cut would defy the purpose, though, so I’ll keep going. And even if you do have the time, what are you expected to do? You can’t dedicate yourself to all these causes. It’s just not possible.

It isn’t.

You cannot help everyone. You cannot even do everything you want to do — at least, I can’t. My clubs-shopping fiasco was a result of wanting to help — but I have only so much time and energy. As selfish as this sounds, a lot of it is dedicated to me sorting my own life out. I must eat and I must sleep; I have lessons to learn, and even if I didn’t, even if I lived 24/7 for other people, I would still never help everyone I want to.

So it is true that more often than not, you will have to say no. You will have to weigh up your priorities, and as hard as it may be, you must make a conscious decision to not help someone. It is not an excuse to say: “There isn’t anything I can do about it.” There is always something you can do about anything. Whether it is effective is another reason. But the truth of the matter is, whenever you learn about a problem of some kind and do nothing about it, it is a choice you are making. You are as responsible for what you don’t do as for what you do. You are responsible for what you know.

Don’t let ignorance be your excuse. Do you know how shameful it is to admit I am pretty much unaware of what happens anywhere? I’m not up-to-date with local or global news. And it is something I desperately need to improve on. Here I am, a member of a developed nation with easy access to information. Not only that, I am one of those privileged individuals who is at an institute of tertiary education. And yet I still remain in ignorance. I have no excuse for it. What is the use of me — or any one of us, for that matter — graduating from UBC if all I have is a diploma and no heart?

Please care.

We don’t have the resources to help everyone on our own. But please don’t let that stop you from caring. Choose at least one thing — just one thing — you care about and do something about it. Actively participate in it, whatever it is. If all of us did at least one thing we cared about — something for someone else, or for something other than ourselves — imagine how much could be achieved. That’s really the message behind preventing global warming as well, isn’t it? If we all did a little bit to reduce our contribution to global warming, that would add up to a whole lot more. It’s the same for anything — if we all did something together, we could do so much.

We’re all on this earth together.

Go on pursuing your creative and sportive interests outside of school. They are both so important for your development as a person and for your health. But spend some of your time — and we all do have at least that much to spare — for someone or something beyond yourself, and your everyday surroundings. Stay informed. It’s hard to realize every moment of the day that we are part of a much larger world, but we can realize it some of the time every day.

Missing-people-sickness

Almost everyone who has to move away to come here will feel homesick at one point or another. Some people are lucky and surf right over it.

There is very little that makes me miss my family and friends more than being sick. I’m very lucky that I don’t particularly miss Hong Kong as such — I like the place more than I used to give it credit for, but as a rule, Vancouver feels more like home than anywhere else now. Still, sometimes I want my parents very much.

Vanier is eerily quiet for a weekend; almost everyone who can has gone home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. This would probably have made me feel more wistful for my own family if I hadn’t had dinner with my brother last night and if my parents weren’t coming to visit us soon. They’re going to be here in less than two weeks. I’ve marked the date with a big sign on the academic calendar I bought from the Bookshop that is now hanging on my door. (P.S. Go to UBC Bound! events prior to coming to UBC. They give 10% discount Bookshop coupons. These are very good and useful.)

I miss my old friends more than usual when I’m ill. I miss having people who’ve known me anywhere from the last three to thirteen years, people who have seen me at my absolute worst and still love me anyway. It’s hard not to feel lonely occasionally when there isn’t anyone who knows just how often you get sick or what you are saying when you begin to make whining noises.

But my new friends are lovely too. One came over from Totem to give me medicine, which I love her very much for. Another has been tolerating my worrying — I worry at small, specific things like a bulldog at a bone — and my tears last week when I was particularly miserable and unwell. Others have been checking up on me regularly, and things don’t seem so bad after all.

Keeping in contact with family and old friends is my biggest key to staying okay while making the transition to my new life here. Facebook and emails are my main device for keeping in touch with most secondary school friends. Vox long-distance calling cards are excellent for phone calls — a call is usually less than two cents a minute, so use these if Skype isn’t an option! I like Skype too, but I do a lot of my calling when I’m walking around campus.

Still, what with everyone else going home, I’m keener than ever to see my parents and to go back to HK for Christmas.

Sleep is good for you in so many ways

I was planning to go to the UBC Careers Fair tomorrow and Thursday, but I am so exhausted that I don’t think I can make it, so you go for me!

I went to the doctor today mainly so my mother won’t worry as much far on the other side of the world, and there isn’t anything majorly wrong with me that more sleep and rest won’t cure, so I’m following doctor’s orders. My sore throat which started a couple of days ago is mostly gone, although my nose is stuffy and I’m running a fever again.

P.S. To international students on the iMED or domestic students on the Global Campus Health Plan, both offered by David Cummings Insurance Company, go to the University Village Medical Clinic above Staples. The clinic does direct billing to the company so you don’t need to deal with claim forms on your own, something I know I don’t feel like learning when I am sick. I didn’t have insurance thingymabobs to deal with in Hong Kong, so this is an entirely new concept to handle.

I’d just like to add a few words about sleep: It is good for you. I need about eight hours of sleep a day to function happily (it’s an improvement from my nine-and-a-half minimum requirement during secondary school, but apparently that is the average time needed for teenagers — adults need eight). I used to sacrifice my sleep to catch up on schoolwork and then I’d get sick because I was too tired and miss school, meaning I’d have to catch up on homework and schoolwork again, leading to me not sleep — it was a vicious circle. During the IB, I insisted on my having adequate sleep so I wouldn’t miss school as much. This sleep regiment of mine meant I couldn’t really procrastinate as I needed to get everything done in time for bed. Funnily enough, or not really, sleeping more meant that I was well-rested and processed everything quicker, so I could do better in school and finish homework faster than if I stayed up all night.

Mmmmmm, bed.