Reading past entries from my own blog has been somewhat nostalgic. From an 18 year old who worked in Delifrance while waiting to enlistment, to 2 awesome years of my life, my first 2 years of undergraduate life till now. All that stories have been quite a memory as I journey in life.
All my other posts have been about things that are too abstract for me to even comprehend and write them out even logically. So now, I'm going to give an update on myself for the past 2 months of this year.
I've recently took up a coaching assignment at some primary school. Thinking it was somewhere in Woodlands, I gleefully accepted it thinking its one of those rugby schools. Only to my horror, North Vista isn't in Woodlands after all! Damn...and to think it was since Northbrooks and North View are all in the vicinity. What a bummer! So yes, once a week, I have to vroom vroom all the way to Sengkang just to conduct an hour and a half session of rugby to kids who only care about if they can go to the canteen to buy drinks during their water breaks.
Another big issue which I have been incessantly talking about is this knee injury. In the first few days of getting it, walking alone is a momentous event! Right now, I can walk fine with a bit of pain every now and then. Running is still a no-go for me because the last time I tried, I just collapsed under my own weight. Mind you, I've since lost 4kg after the injury. Well, 4kg worth of muscles lost only to be compensated by an ever growing tummy. Soon, I'll be one prepared rider who carries a spare tire around me so I'll never have to worry if my bike's tire ever go bust.
Assignments have been piling up as they should be. It is my third year after all and taking 2 400-level modules certainly is a drain to all my mojos. In order to add salt to the injury, having people in my group who certainly does not know how to contribute is certainly a pain in the ass. I have never knew anyone who could be so despised so much. To think that I've already found that out a couple of years back was simply too quick for me. I should have just waited. Well, this could only extend my shit list. If I was some triad boss or something, this shit list will get its weekly cleansing.
The Quad-University season is going to start this coming week. The only sad thing about it is that I don't get to play it for the last time with people I've been playing with for the last 2 years of my University rugby life. Before this, I've never ever got the chance to play with such awesome players. It's just very sad that I have to sit out this year. Well, let's see what the MRI will show this Tuesday. Soon, Project Awesome will commence as soon as I've gone through with the surgery. Recovering is going to be a bitch as I have to relearn how to walk. But who knows? I might be able to run much faster after this. Life has a funny way of showing you how things will eventually turn out for the better. Let's see that theory put to work.
Be careful when reading health books; you may die of a misprint
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
With just a few more hours till the stroke of midnight, I begin to wonder the notion of love. What is love? Is it an emotion? Is it some sort of a theory? Is it something we create to justify certain acts that we carry out?
Perhaps, a joke to sort of lighten the moment here might help...
Q: What does "making love" mean?
A: It is something a woman does while a guy is fucking her.
I did say perhaps and sort of didn't I?
Jokes aside, love has been the limelight in our existence in this world. Without hate, there can be no love. Without love there can be no hate in this world. Opposites exists and the only thing that we can do about it's existence is not to just deal with it but to embrace it. Only by embracing it can we truly understand the power of such a concept/notion/theory. After all, how many times have us men heard this line," Women- can't live without them, can't live with them either"? It's been repeated over and over again- made cheesy by all forms of entertainment.
Wars have been fought for such a notion. At the same time, all forms of violence have also been resolved when all forms of amnesty have been exhausted only to be replaced by the notion of love. World War 1, World War 2, Cold War and all other wars ancient to us were fought because of this thing called love or the lack of it. That statement is arguable. Even amidst any clashing, there is love going on. It is found in the form of continuum of which many of us can only identify as the lacking of love. We fail to see the hindsight of it all that violence is possibly love on the hindsight of things. Here, I cannot fail to express myself in the only way that why being a solider(of some sort) means a lot to me. It comes in the form of this, "People sleep peaceably at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf".
Right now, you must be thinking, "How is this suitable for the 14th of February?!" Well, since we ARE celebrating valentine's day, let's recap why we are.
1) St Valentine died on this day.
2) He died a martyr.
3) It is a celebration of love in its highest form- sacrifice.
So right here, sacrifice is what we are really celebrating. Not a day goes by without us doing something and not having to lose something else just to do that. Truth is, we are limited in all that we do. Economists have long identified the idea of scarcity. Right now, the only resource all of us equally have would be time. However, that too has it's own form of scarcity. Time spent working meaning time lost with your love ones. Time spent with your love ones meaning time lost for doing things that you love...unless of course you share the same interests with your love ones.
I am going all over the place with this one. Many of you would agree that I barely touch on something before going onto something else. But I am sure you do get a picture of this? No? Well, too bad because all I want to do here is to engage your thoughts....and I have a major assignment to finish by tonight.
Perhaps I will write again here once I have some more time or maybe a face-to-face conversation would do some good. Spontaneity is the mother of all mothers after all. But for now, I shall leave with something which I find highly relevant to celebrate this very day.
Jim's Dad: Why do you think, uh, Michelle, they call it "making love"?
Michelle: I don't know. I just call it "boning".
Jim's Dad: Boning? Well, when-when you're doing other things with Jim, when you're not... um... boning, how does he make you feel?
Michelle: Horny, like I wanna bone.
Jim's Dad: But-but, we can't be boning from sunrise to sunset, dear.
Michelle: Oh, you've never tried it?
Jim's Dad: I certainly have. I have. I've boned... from sunrise, uh, right through brunch on more than one occasion.
It is somehow incomplete here. Couldn't find the rest of it but I think it finishes of something like this...
You make love because you have to make love work...
Perhaps, a joke to sort of lighten the moment here might help...
Q: What does "making love" mean?
A: It is something a woman does while a guy is fucking her.
I did say perhaps and sort of didn't I?
Jokes aside, love has been the limelight in our existence in this world. Without hate, there can be no love. Without love there can be no hate in this world. Opposites exists and the only thing that we can do about it's existence is not to just deal with it but to embrace it. Only by embracing it can we truly understand the power of such a concept/notion/theory. After all, how many times have us men heard this line," Women- can't live without them, can't live with them either"? It's been repeated over and over again- made cheesy by all forms of entertainment.
Wars have been fought for such a notion. At the same time, all forms of violence have also been resolved when all forms of amnesty have been exhausted only to be replaced by the notion of love. World War 1, World War 2, Cold War and all other wars ancient to us were fought because of this thing called love or the lack of it. That statement is arguable. Even amidst any clashing, there is love going on. It is found in the form of continuum of which many of us can only identify as the lacking of love. We fail to see the hindsight of it all that violence is possibly love on the hindsight of things. Here, I cannot fail to express myself in the only way that why being a solider(of some sort) means a lot to me. It comes in the form of this, "People sleep peaceably at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf".
Right now, you must be thinking, "How is this suitable for the 14th of February?!" Well, since we ARE celebrating valentine's day, let's recap why we are.
1) St Valentine died on this day.
2) He died a martyr.
3) It is a celebration of love in its highest form- sacrifice.
So right here, sacrifice is what we are really celebrating. Not a day goes by without us doing something and not having to lose something else just to do that. Truth is, we are limited in all that we do. Economists have long identified the idea of scarcity. Right now, the only resource all of us equally have would be time. However, that too has it's own form of scarcity. Time spent working meaning time lost with your love ones. Time spent with your love ones meaning time lost for doing things that you love...unless of course you share the same interests with your love ones.
I am going all over the place with this one. Many of you would agree that I barely touch on something before going onto something else. But I am sure you do get a picture of this? No? Well, too bad because all I want to do here is to engage your thoughts....and I have a major assignment to finish by tonight.
Perhaps I will write again here once I have some more time or maybe a face-to-face conversation would do some good. Spontaneity is the mother of all mothers after all. But for now, I shall leave with something which I find highly relevant to celebrate this very day.
Jim's Dad: Why do you think, uh, Michelle, they call it "making love"?
Michelle: I don't know. I just call it "boning".
Jim's Dad: Boning? Well, when-when you're doing other things with Jim, when you're not... um... boning, how does he make you feel?
Michelle: Horny, like I wanna bone.
Jim's Dad: But-but, we can't be boning from sunrise to sunset, dear.
Michelle: Oh, you've never tried it?
Jim's Dad: I certainly have. I have. I've boned... from sunrise, uh, right through brunch on more than one occasion.
It is somehow incomplete here. Couldn't find the rest of it but I think it finishes of something like this...
You make love because you have to make love work...
Saturday, February 12, 2011
And so I've officially turned 24. I wonder if there's anything worth mentioning about the past 24 years of my life. No, I'm not being emo about anything here. But if there's anything worth mentioning about the past 24 years, it'd be the people that I'm surrounded with, the ones who I've met along the way. If I was to relive the last 24 years of my life, those people would be damn worth it to cross paths into once more. If I was to do everything again, I'd be more than happy to bump into them anytime.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I can't believe school's still showing some kind of life at this hour. I am not sure if a couple looking at a laptop screen considers as studying but they are here anyway.
Well, the knee is not getting any better. With the help of a knee guard, everything seems fine. But when I do take it off, reality sets in. NUH isn't helping much either with an MRI appointment being so godddamn far away. I should probably give them a call soon and probably ask for a change of hospital if they are not going to speed things up. But then, I procrastinate.
Seeing how my team is in dire need of my skills and not being able to do anything about it is definitely the epitome of helplessness. I hate feeling helpless. Its the kind of feeling you get when you know that you definitely have the necessary to do something about it but then, there's just his one whole mountain of an obstacle that's preventing you to do that. Your heart sinks whenever that happens. And right now, that mountain happens to be my knee. Though it doesn't hurt as much anymore(probably because the swelling has gone down significantly), it does feel week, hollow even. An attempt to jog a little just so that I can get across the field faster a couple of days back provided with enough justification that my ligaments have indeed been torn. I need an operation quick! The quicker it's done, the sooner my recovery process can begin. Damn hospital!
Stoning away in front of the laptop, I was suddenly reminded of an incident which happened sometime last month. I accompanied the girlfriend for a threading session at Yishun after a session of lousy sushi for lunch. It was so lousy, it should be called shishi instead of sushi! Anyway, seeing that the place was rather crowded inside with the threaders(is that what they're called?) busy attending to other customers, we had to wait outside with me cursing under my breath because it only meant that I couldn't sneak away for a puff. Me being the potty mouth decided to make unnecessary remarks about the people inside. They ranged from how- this lady cut cue because she just entered the place even though we thought we had sort of formed a queue by sitting at the benches outside the place- to- me asking why is there a fat man inside getting his brows done only to be told that it was actually a lady...a fat one to add. I even made fun of the threaders because of how their head movement was like when they were doing the threading and promptly labelled them as nu-skul headbangers because they were constantly rocking their head backwards instead of the traditional forwards. This of course, was under the muted sound of my breath.
After more than 10 minutes of my pleasant running commentary, I was told that they could hear me of which I curtly rebutted seeing how the place was airconditioned which meant the place was sealed up. After another 5 minutes (perhaps more) of my commentary, I finally realized why I could feel the aircon from where I was sitting...I spotted a huge gap between the glass door and the glass see-through panel! Of which, she just laughed at me and went it. She came out less than 5 minutes later (just 2 puffs later to add to that) telling me how she had to profusely apologize for my kind words after she was told, "Oh! Your boyfriend is making fun of us is it?" Well, besides the angry stares that she got from the other customers (out of whom I was told that I insulted but honestly, I was just making factual comments), she actually got to go before the lady who "cut the queue". Well, maybe that's because when she entered the place, a big, "EH! Why is she cutting the queue? Can't she see that you're queuing up??"
I am beginning to think that behind all that embarrassment one can get just being around me, there are benefits as well. But, it's just me justifying myself.
Never say anything to hurt anyone.
I was always told not to lie (:
Well, the knee is not getting any better. With the help of a knee guard, everything seems fine. But when I do take it off, reality sets in. NUH isn't helping much either with an MRI appointment being so godddamn far away. I should probably give them a call soon and probably ask for a change of hospital if they are not going to speed things up. But then, I procrastinate.
Seeing how my team is in dire need of my skills and not being able to do anything about it is definitely the epitome of helplessness. I hate feeling helpless. Its the kind of feeling you get when you know that you definitely have the necessary to do something about it but then, there's just his one whole mountain of an obstacle that's preventing you to do that. Your heart sinks whenever that happens. And right now, that mountain happens to be my knee. Though it doesn't hurt as much anymore(probably because the swelling has gone down significantly), it does feel week, hollow even. An attempt to jog a little just so that I can get across the field faster a couple of days back provided with enough justification that my ligaments have indeed been torn. I need an operation quick! The quicker it's done, the sooner my recovery process can begin. Damn hospital!
Stoning away in front of the laptop, I was suddenly reminded of an incident which happened sometime last month. I accompanied the girlfriend for a threading session at Yishun after a session of lousy sushi for lunch. It was so lousy, it should be called shishi instead of sushi! Anyway, seeing that the place was rather crowded inside with the threaders(is that what they're called?) busy attending to other customers, we had to wait outside with me cursing under my breath because it only meant that I couldn't sneak away for a puff. Me being the potty mouth decided to make unnecessary remarks about the people inside. They ranged from how- this lady cut cue because she just entered the place even though we thought we had sort of formed a queue by sitting at the benches outside the place- to- me asking why is there a fat man inside getting his brows done only to be told that it was actually a lady...a fat one to add. I even made fun of the threaders because of how their head movement was like when they were doing the threading and promptly labelled them as nu-skul headbangers because they were constantly rocking their head backwards instead of the traditional forwards. This of course, was under the muted sound of my breath.
After more than 10 minutes of my pleasant running commentary, I was told that they could hear me of which I curtly rebutted seeing how the place was airconditioned which meant the place was sealed up. After another 5 minutes (perhaps more) of my commentary, I finally realized why I could feel the aircon from where I was sitting...I spotted a huge gap between the glass door and the glass see-through panel! Of which, she just laughed at me and went it. She came out less than 5 minutes later (just 2 puffs later to add to that) telling me how she had to profusely apologize for my kind words after she was told, "Oh! Your boyfriend is making fun of us is it?" Well, besides the angry stares that she got from the other customers (out of whom I was told that I insulted but honestly, I was just making factual comments), she actually got to go before the lady who "cut the queue". Well, maybe that's because when she entered the place, a big, "EH! Why is she cutting the queue? Can't she see that you're queuing up??"
I am beginning to think that behind all that embarrassment one can get just being around me, there are benefits as well. But, it's just me justifying myself.
Never say anything to hurt anyone.
I was always told not to lie (:
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
A trip to see a specialist only confirmed the worst. There is indeed a tear in the ACL and possible the meniscus as well. This means that I can't pivot my right leg without it hurting like hell and I can't fully bend my knee thus that limited range of motion.
How fucked up can things get? Well, 2011 is an odd year. It's supposed to be a good year. How did it start? It started with non-stop raining and now this. 2 negatives are supposed to make a positive. Let's see the outcome of all this. Probably they'd turn me into a cyborg or something. But that's is just fictional nonsense; ones you can probably find on Cartoon Network or Disney Channel. Nickalodean is safe because it's Spongebob's home.
I can't believe I am turning 24 in a few days time. I feel so old already. The fact that I am limping around right now is kinda rubbing some salt into the wound. Girlfriend is planning something big. I can smell it! But being the easy-going person I am (that's how the doctor characterized me), I shall go with the flow.
Watching TV a couple of days ago, I struggled at the fact that I can never go back to being 14, 17 or even 19. Those were the best years of my life thus far. And this reminded me of something from the Movie: Radio Flyer. I bet nobody really knows that such a movie exists. But something that really struck a chord with me are the seven lost secret fascinations and abilities as we grow older.
1) Animals can talk
2) Your favorite blanket is woven from a fabric so mighty, that once pulled over your head, it becomes an impenetrable force
3) Nothing is too heavy to life with the aid of your cape
4) Your hand, held forefinger out and thump up, actually fires bullets
5) Jumping from any height with an umbrella is completely safe
6) Monsters exist and can be both seen and done battle with
7) Most special and regrettable loss of all: The ability to fly
(RADIO FLYER, 1992)
How fucked up can things get? Well, 2011 is an odd year. It's supposed to be a good year. How did it start? It started with non-stop raining and now this. 2 negatives are supposed to make a positive. Let's see the outcome of all this. Probably they'd turn me into a cyborg or something. But that's is just fictional nonsense; ones you can probably find on Cartoon Network or Disney Channel. Nickalodean is safe because it's Spongebob's home.
I can't believe I am turning 24 in a few days time. I feel so old already. The fact that I am limping around right now is kinda rubbing some salt into the wound. Girlfriend is planning something big. I can smell it! But being the easy-going person I am (that's how the doctor characterized me), I shall go with the flow.
Watching TV a couple of days ago, I struggled at the fact that I can never go back to being 14, 17 or even 19. Those were the best years of my life thus far. And this reminded me of something from the Movie: Radio Flyer. I bet nobody really knows that such a movie exists. But something that really struck a chord with me are the seven lost secret fascinations and abilities as we grow older.
1) Animals can talk
2) Your favorite blanket is woven from a fabric so mighty, that once pulled over your head, it becomes an impenetrable force
3) Nothing is too heavy to life with the aid of your cape
4) Your hand, held forefinger out and thump up, actually fires bullets
5) Jumping from any height with an umbrella is completely safe
6) Monsters exist and can be both seen and done battle with
7) Most special and regrettable loss of all: The ability to fly
(RADIO FLYER, 1992)
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