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Woah i can actually go more than a week without blogging at work, which only shows i've been effectively employed at work.

NICE.

So anyway, for those uninformed, im moving house to Simei. Yes, the elusive me has decided to move out of the oldest estate in Singapore, a change of environment from having a void deck filled with grey-haired population to one that i've noticed to be filled with noisy kids and young adults.

The reason for the move is complicated, but i'll be glad to explain to you Peeps next time we meet, although i suspect with exams and deadlines looming for students and working adults respectively, we'll really have to find sometime to squeeze in a catching-up conversation.

Nevertheless, me is still doing good if you're wondering, and im actually excited at the move, at the bigger room im getting at the new place, and having new and better zi chars to test-drive when we finally move in officially.

Still, its Forbidden City though.


One moment in time to spark one lifetime of fame/shame.

Not So Long Ago...

Its a chore transferring pictures from my cui old portable harddisk (note not to get bizgram hardware anymore) to my laptop. It may be showing that icon of transferring files and indicating "25seconds left" but after 25 minutes, it is still showing the goddamn message.

Cui-ed.

Luckily my personal IT support, FREE of course, Mr. Matthew Lim Junsheng, has directed me to Sim Lim to check if i can retrieve all my data from the old harddisk.

And they are really precious data man.

Like pictures from the past couple of years taken by my trusty Canon ever since i got it as a birthday gift 3 years ago. They're worth several gigabytes of them, and i wont want to lose them man. Its almost like you're brainwashed by technology, slowly eroding your memories of your past, reducing you to nothing but a clean slate of nothing.

I wont want that.

So here are some snippets of history, of the happy and sad past that we all share together. Its not of remembering the sad moments, but of cherishing the good ones that we move forward, facing challenges with a smile on our faces.

Enjoy the memories!

The one whose bday is coming soon celebrated it last year with mahjong madness.

One of those memorable Andersonian moments having seafood in JB.

Oh i love the breeze, the chat, and the insane amount of pictures we took on that breakwater at ECP. Love it!

One of those heartlandish outing during CNY 07 at Shortfart's place.

Weirdest. Funniest. Outing. Ever.

The combination maybe different, but the bros stay the same together.

Flashforward

What will i be blogging when i hit the 30s, 40s or even the 50s?

Will i even be blogging?

Dainty thought to mingle your brain with imagination.


Dancing alone is fun, sometimes.

All I Want To Do

Is find a way back into love.

(500) Days of Summer was good. I'll probably recommend it to anyone whose a fan of rom-com, you know, which always ends with a feel-good factor and engraves positivity into relationships. You may fall right through the pits in the middle of the show but at the end of it, everyone is singing to a cheery song of joy.

Happy endings may not exist in reality, but that is because you've not seen through the storms.

I like the lead actress, Zooey Deschanel. She has big round eyes, long flowing locks, that wry smile and a nonchalant demeanour that oozes confidence. She may not be hawt like Megan Fox, or the body of Greek goddess Aphrodite, but she certainly has the personality, or at least acted it out, that strikes people as an attractive woman.

And the guy is dorky enough to contrast and amplify her beauty.

I really like the nonlinear presentation, you know, with that deep husky voice as the narrator, almost stimulating an ironic effect of comedy with a supposedly serious tone of voice. And you realised the later days (>400) were painted with darker skies, supposedly symbolizing the rainy days of the relationship.

And the ending was simple, but sweet.

I thought i knew the ending from the start, two of them with an engagement ring sitting on a bench smiling. But as Life would have it on reality, so did the direction of the movie spinned the plot away from the smokescreen.

In the end, dorky guy still ends up with someone hot.

Oh, and i caught Music and Lyrics, with that overplayed song singing a revival into my iPhone. I quite like the show, especially since its cheesy and Hugh Grant is acting himself out as an overaged celebrity.

Heh.

And Drew Barrymore can really act.

Plus that hot little blonde is sexy, and i especially think so towards the end when she did the number with Hugh Grant.

Cute.


Sea of songs swimming so sleepily in serenity.

Being Pollyanna.

The news finally sank in.

Despite my accurate prognosis, and the fact that i actually have had an injury of the same magnitude, it actually hurts to hear it from a professional.

"Yeah, you definitely have a torn ACL. No need MRI for that."

On the one hand, i was sunken by the fact that its confirmed, despite all that silly stuff with words like "miracles", "surprises" from friends and families alike, which actually like the stock market, is being raised to the peak for it to fall faster than terminal velocity.

Well at least, i save 800 odd bucks for MRI which, according to Dr. Andrew Tan, is uncalled for since the knee pull test is actually a clinical diagnosis.

Sorry Ryan, you just spent what could have been your luxury-item-of-the-month-bill on a 40 minute sleep at the MRI machine.

So the decision now is whether to operate or not.

Im inclined to operate, considering im not exactly at the retirement age and i still plan to be on rather than off the field. And with two knees, one plastic and one metallic (i'll explain that later), i'll be the new Bionic Man.

Nice.

But the rehab is so going to kill me, 1 month on crutches, 3 months to jog and 6 months to recovery. As Dr. Andrew said in that noncholant tone of a worldy orthopedic expert, its like Michael Owen and Ruud Van Nistelrooy.

Im quite sure he was schooled in the olden days of soccer when those two players were then superstars.

Well at least i've Weiwei alongside me, feeling the same amount or more pain as he'll prolly be doing the surgery around the same time as me. And oh, at least my arms are injury-free (touch wood, please) to support my crutches and transport me around like a temporary disabled personnel.

And back to that metal and plastic thingy, my left knee is now occupied by a couple of metal screws to hold my knee together. Sounds eew but im actually going to have plastic screws inserted into my knee by doing a hamstring replacement rather than a patella one which was done for my left knee previously.

You'll probably think im talking gibberish but im not.

So i'll try to be Pollyanna, the girl in a film feature which went crazy on the franchise, who leads life with an optimistic attitude. Even when she was met with an accident that rendered her legs immobile, albeit temporarily, she told herself at least she had her legs.

And i have mine, just that they arent exactly functioning properly.

So thank you all for those who showed/thought care and concern for me. And thank you for asking how i am, but until i actually exit the OR, i wont feel a thing. The emotional aggression against the many possibilities ahead has been fought and won, and now i just stand against time to get back to running ways.

Literally.


Bad days can go worse only if you allow it to. Beat it!

Realisation is a good word.

If you're as bored as me, you'll blog everyday. Something like what Soon does, only he does it with status updates on Facebook so everyone can know how emo/happy/sad/agitated/cheerful/excited/insert-emotion-here is.

Laughing. Out. Loud.

Sometimes i wonder if my friends hate me, going by the rate i pull their pants down over here in front of audiences i know not of. For all i know, people who read this blog actually frequent so they themselves can have a good laugh of the Cast i often describe here.

Even miss zhou knows my Peeps by the name from this blog.

And speaking of which, a old friend made new contact today.

Silly how after all these years you never thought there'll be any active contact. Sure, there's the MSN and facebook add, and even the occasional comment on facebook, but you'd thought it was all passive and a one way conversation, nothing much to act on.

So thank you, for doing that kind and brave act of msning me, because i know i'll never do that considering how bad i am at maintaining my currency with friends around me. And thank you, for being so exciting you're officially in my List of Exciting Friends.

Which i just created.

I love writing, and it is perhaps an innate desire which caused me to open this blog, other than bitching and whining and the occasional emo-ness. So to do what you're doing, is something i can relate and enjoy.

Have fun!



Some girls know they're hot, some not know they're not.