as much as i suffer from elephant's memory

and tend to forget salient details in most times of need..

a conversation which i still remember clearly. after some 4 or 5 years. perhaps it's how real and telling the whole 'analysis' was that it's become quite very much one of how i look at life and people now. of course i don't follow every single suggestion, but they've been very much ones to seek solutions in.

"A: there's two types of people you experience in your life.

1. those whom you see potential in. of which the theory of 'you have to be cruel to be kind' will come into play. in hopes to help them become better people and learn things quickly. of course you dont expect to keep everyone as a friend in this situation. so you have to learn to let go. and you have to- otherwise it will somehow eat into your conscience. asking you questions of whether you could have done more as a friend, as a mentor, as anything at all.

2. there's those whom you don't give two fucks about. chances are they're either not worth respecting at all. or that they've ensured that you've lost every single inch of respect you have for them through some reasons, of which others tend not to understand. but do not try to seek other's understanding, for they are not in the situation and are not required to understand- unless totally necessary."

benefits of being leo.

given that i've been through 4 near deaths incidents- of which 2 involved near drownings, 1 involved an almost major car accident (if not for darn good breaks) and 1 near death-by-lightning-bolt incident- it's rather strange that i'm not born in the year of the tiger.

after all cats DO have 9 lives (as that idiom goes).

so i was sharing this puzzling thought with doris when the issue of birthdays and an assortment of topics about freak accidents and such came up.

i went home, prolly appearing very much a lucky fool for escaping death so many times. until when i laid silently in bed, watching time pass by quicker than i could fall asleep last night..

and it's suddenly donned upon me. ah the benefits of being Leo. :)

LIFE 101

found this lying amongst the shelves of children's books at kino yesterday.



i look around me and saw more than a dozen under-10s scattered around the children's section. so why would a book, most likely targeted at a person like me be THERE?

yes, of course we could always reason that it 'got' there because someone decided not to return it to its rightful position, on a shelf, in another section.. because it's too darn far.

but i guess for once my dad's age old advice has been proven right. it's always never too early to start (on something)- the only problem is WHEN. :)

ahh..

tuck in a nice corner of my head, lies this look from A walk in the Clouds. i don't know why. perhaps because he looked particularly hot then.

so off i went hopping around online and checking on what's Coming Soon (in a theater near me<- this by the way IS a cliche). and this is what i've found. nothing makes me happier. Double dosage some more.. after his very long break from the screens.

more than anyone could ask for over a span of two weeks. :)

sick.

after managing to avoid the virus spreading around for the past month or so, i've finally taken ill.

yet another reason to stay home, do a bit of work, sleep half the day away and spend the rest of it reading my Calvin and Hobbes. :)

what can i say?

but thank you to you-know-who.

What I needed to know today at Training, I've learnt at PM 101! :)

Rest OR die.

for some reason or another, i feel absolutely lethargic, unmotivated and lazy. rest is TOP priority for this week. work can always come later. so don't bug me about work as much as i know that this will silently eat into my conscience at a later time.

but what. the. heck. :)

washed my face, removed the film plaster and saw a stray thread sticking out. oh! it's finally come true! the stray underlayer thread sticking out as said by the doctoro! apparently it's due to the healing of the wound. and because of that, the skin contracts and causes the underlayer threads to stick out and become visible on the surface. hence i had a fishing line looking thingy thing sticking out of the surface of my skin for most parts of the day. :)

whatever it is. i'm told that it's (the wound idiot) healing well.

call me stupid or whatever. but i attribute it to my metabolic rate which prolly gives me quick healing to (almost) everything. and a lot of vitamin C thanks to the sudden appearance of 2 dozen oranges at home. which i've consumed almost half over the last.. 6 days. :)

otherwise it's just a work of GOD. because His heart is aching from seeing the bloody turmoil i'm in due to controlling myself from NOT scratching that bloody spot.

anyway, beware. more disgusting news ahead as i'm going to heal far faster than the 3 months it takes to dissolve the underlayer stitches. do stay away if you want to keep your lunch in your stomach. thank you. :)

what uncle mike taught me.

saw jh ysd at dinner. it's amazing how, despite all of us not meeting up for such a long time, that we could still converse with ease. (we all live and/or study within a 2km radius, but we hardly have time to meet up.)

remember the time we went to japan and this whole name calling thing started in the bus, which really pissed me off. because it appeared divisive for some reason which i dont remember now.

we had a scolding session by the coach-uncle mike- that night after dinner lasting about 30 minutes. that night, floor 12 of the hotel was silent. the hotel staff and manager need not come up to warn us of kicking us out of the hotel due to the noise we've created.

but all 5 of us were back to being friends again as we were queued to check in our baggage at narita the next day.

that very long 12 hours taught me one thing: it takes so much more to hate someone, than to be hated.

so who have you hated today? and it is worth it, considering the amount of energy and time it's going to sap you of?

it was a very childish fight, but we all matured that night. because after then on, whatever happened during competition was all in fairplay. we shook hands at the end of the day, had our dinner and continued where we left off before competition.

now that's friendship.. if you don't already know.

train ride.

i felt highly tickled by this conversation exactly a friday ago.
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#1.
*after a series of exchanges..*

L: huh? got such thing meh?

me: well it would take exactly.. 12. wait 13 in order to achieve that really. it's possibly going to take 12 years or so to catch up.



#2.
me to j: and you know what happened once at a store?

*proceeds to recount incident..*

j: i didn't know he could be so.. aggressive.

me: hello. that's not aggressive. that's Desperate. there's a lot of difference you know.

j: yah, if you think about it..

pirate.

i inspected my wound today. the stitches are pretty cool. i think i've got about 3 of them on the surface layer. more in the hidden one. but that's not important.

with the stitches and the scar next week, i'm so in character for the greatest blockbuster of this summer. yup, that's right. Pirates of the carribbean.

i may be no pirate of the high seas. but i still pretty much qualify as a pirates of other sorts. :)

veritas.

if you thought the BCG (some stupid jab you get before you leave primary school) was bad? think again. if you were the batches after 1999 or so who didn't get that jab, lucky you.

today has proven that acupuncture is the most painful needle work i can ever get in my life.

so the doctor walks in and tells me that she's going to administer the anaesthesia. which got me off the chair in a split second. considering how afraid i am of needles. However, the prick which came with the insertion of the needle into my cheek did not even go as close as the pain induced by that bloody 1mm pin they used for acupuncture on friday!

ok now the cool part, have you ever wonder what they meant when they used the description that botox freezes your muscles? well i finally got my answer! the anaesthesia froze my muscles. i did panic a little when the doctor came in and said:"ok, you should be all numb now." what if i wasn't numb yet, or enough?!

but she was right. i could not even feel it when she snipped me. i found myself somewhat slurring as the anesthesia started to affect my mouth area (oh, i'm sure whoever wants me to shut up for a moment would be darn happy reading this). the doctor got a little too unentertained and she stopped talking to me.

as for the scary bit? i could feel the doctor tugging at the threads as she closed my wound, knew every moment she was dabbing away at my blood, and even when she was switching between equipment which was clanging away on my shoulder. because i was bloody conscious through out the entire thing.

so what did i gather out of this entire thing? having a wound on your face sucks. it hurts worse than the stupid anaesthetic jab. i dont know why it hurts. perhaps it's got this whole numbness yet pricky feeling.

and no, it was not because i sought vanity. or perfection. but because fear has finally griped me in what has always been an important surgery i needed to attend to.

and yes, i have to admit.. i (still) is a scaredy cat.

acupuncture virgin.

it is now 2136 hours. i feel so cheated by TWO pple who kept telling me that acupuncture doesn't hurt. being that guillible acunpuncture virgin that i was, i took to their stories and went ahead.

the evaluation? well, let's see..

it hurts like nothing i've ever experienced! not even when i had sand stuck in my flesh and the only way of removal was to dig it out bit by bit.

my right hand it officislly dead from the pain. until it chooses to resurrect, i'll be an one-armed typist, piano player and i won't be able to write.

ok i'm getting really tired of typing with only fingers on my left hand at work- as much as i can type pretty fast. so till whenever it resurrects, the moral of the story is..

Never ever (always) trust your boyfriend completely. as much as he may sound highly convincing.. sigh. and yes, it can be applied to others to. but that's going to be another story all together.

wow! it's 2156 hours. 20 bloody minutes for so little words.