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 (: