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Saturday, May 24, 2008

*Post Champions League*

Picking up from the previous post would be the much anticipated Champions League Final. Man Utd vs Chelsea. I was supposed to slp early, get a couple of hours sleep and then wake up for the match at 2am. But i couldn't really sleep well and ended up jus tossing around in bed, wif thoughts also tossing around in my head. And sumhw, in the middle of the nite, supposedly, i suddenly woke up. I remember that the alarm from my hp had not gone off. I looked at the time on my hp. Guess wat, 5am! Damn. I did sum mental calculation in my head and thought to myself tt atleast i would be able to watch the trophy presentation and know who won eventually, and possibly catch sum highlights of the match. But i received a pleasant shock when i switched on the TV. It was the last minute of the second extra time. Score was tied at one apiece. So i jus woke up in time for the penalty shootout! WooHoo!!! Man Utd won, thanks to a slap and a slip. The rest is history.

Found out that Karthik also went for an op after tearing his ACL, completing the hat-trick after Shahmen and myself. Quite sad. 3 of us frm Wdls sec. From NP. From Flrball. Who wld have tot 3 of our NS lives wld have gotten so screwed up. Tot atleast this fella was doin well. Haix.

Thks for everything SharonT. The ear studs and the book, which i have been trying to find forever and eventually gave up. =) The movie Chocolate has got this young gal who fites damn well. Yanin Mitananda. I've got around half of her name. If onli i could fite half as well as her. Damn.

the devil spoke at 9:04 PM.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

*Random*

Sumtimes i don't quite get it. How can the pain i go thru be the butt of someone's jokes? Yea u've always been like tt. So is tt supposed to mean ur rite? But it pisses me off. And if i say or do anything, fingers come pointin my way. So does it mean tt sumthin is wrong wif me? By the looks of hw things r goin, i could so easily be tricked into believing tt.

A friend is nt a person who puts their hand around ur shoulders when u talk, but those who offer you theirs when you need someone to talk to.

the devil spoke at 10:44 PM.

Monday, May 19, 2008

*Contemplation*

After so many shld or shldn't, i finally decided to drop by here again. Thinks its better to do a few short entries than do to one long entry after a long time.

So fri's appt was, erm, i dunno. I've got a new indian doc now. And he has the name of my old name. Ok for those who dunno, i changed my name 6 years ago. So yea. Fella was so positive. Too bad i didn't quite share his enthusiasm. I wouldn't be needin the dressin in a few days time. Can start on some physio frm the comin week. And yea, had an interestin experience. So public transportation, MRT. Yea its the peak period. You're tired after a long day at work n so want a seat. So when u see a guy wif a sling in the train, what do u do - immediately act like u're slpin, stare rite in my eyes n think for the next 6 stations if u shld give up ur seat, or jus sit there n treasure tt precious seat as if u didn't see anything.. Well, i wld give it a all of the above. Yeap, all of these happened. But hey, i'm nt makin out like i want a seat tt badly or anyone is obligated to give up their seat for me. I can stand, no prob wif tt. I use my legs to stand, n i support usin my other arm. But the least tt can be done is to give me sum space rite, so tt no one like hits on me or anything. Nope. And i even had to reach up for the handles above. And u know the transition at Jurong East MRT station. Like those frm East-West line wanna get down n when the doors open, pple jus run out to grab a seat on the train on the middle platform. Yea, congrats to that few, yeah few, who managed to hit me so tt u could so comfortably rest ur ass. So yea, a ride to remember. *Ouch*

Ok, this is gonna turn out like sum kinda sports entry. Was watchin the FA cup final between Cardiff City and Portsmouth. It was kinda gettin boring, n as i was changing channels, there was the Hamburg Masters (Tennis) Semis between Nadal and Djokovic. If Nadal lost, he wld also drop frm world no. 2 to 3 n Djokovic wld take over him. And i decided on watchin tt instead. Funny, cos i'm supposed to enjoy football more. Nadal won. And the final between him and Federer jus ended. Nadal won! And what a match. Losing 5-1 in the first set to win the set 7-5. Then losing 5-2, to come back to level at 6-6 in the 2nd, but lost tt set in the 13th game. But came back strongly in the last set. And this in the midst of an early strain on his thigh. Its been so long since i saw so many break serves. Although federer had more winners, he also had more unforced errors. Nadal didnt give up and took his chances well. Think he created sum record in winning all the clay Masters titles. And yea, 102 of 104 wins in clay. 21 of 22 titles won on clay. The onli time he lost comin exactly a year ago. Against guess who, Federer himself. I'm so looking forward to the French Open.

I dunno wat i'm doin. I looked back on the past, reflected, n tot tt maybe this aint the way to be. But i'm not doin anythin to get out of it. Well if nt, i should atleast move on on the proper. But even tt i ain't doin properly. So much for more guts than brains. Now tt i have alot of time, inevitably, i spend alot of time thinkin. And tt aint quite turning out well. I know what i gotta do, and tt i gotta do sumthin. With all these thoughts, i'm preventing myself frm movin on. Follow the heart. How i wish i could. Steph, onli u wld understand this few lines.

the devil spoke at 12:37 AM.

Monday, May 12, 2008

*The post-op thingy*

Okay, it has been quite awhile. Yeap, for starters, i went for my shoulder op 2 weeks ago, finally.

Dun ask me how i am now. Cos seriously, i got no idea. I can't move my left arm fully. Would take a few months for tt to happen. Doc said op went well. Pretty straight forward. Unless i try to be funny of cos. Next appt is on Fri. It'll be interestin to see wat he says.

And yes. Thanks to the pple who have been comin over to see how i have been and for those who have been checkin up on me. But i do have worries. People have been buyin food (curry puffs, twisties, potato chips) for me. Erm, i'm recoverin frm my op, nt havin a party. So i got this major wori on piling up the extra kilos. I know i cant live wif tt guilt, so gotta be extra hardworkin in gettin rid of them. And these pple r usually my relatives, which brings me to my next point.

Relatives. Missing for years. Then nw suddenly doin the re-appearing magic act. Jus cos they heard tt we've been doin well. Nt tt well, but better than most as it seems. And dun u all get it. Yes, pple do grow over the years. U can't expect me to remain the same as the time u saw me 8 years ago rite. These pple really amuse me. But yea, there has been alot of discussions. And atleast nw there's the support and re-assurance. Now it'll be a whole new game. Definitely.

Ok, sumthin boring for a few pple. This is regardin the epl. Ok, so man utd won it on the last day. Good for them. Although i dun like them, they deserve it. But there was sumthing sad, in my opinion, during the prize presentation. Ok, there's this criteria tt each player frm the winning team has to have featured atleast 10 times sumhw during the season to be eligible for a winners' medal. And 2 players whom i felt tt deserved it didnt get it cos they were jus one game short. Tomasz Kuszczak and Gerard Pique. Great players for the future. And have done very good jobs in standing in for their first time players wheneva needed. Sadly, no recognition for them. And i was also kinda pissed when i saw pple like Saha, Carrick and Fletcher receivin their medals. This reminds of one season when arsenal had alr won the title wif a few games to the end of the season, Arsene Wenger fielded Martin Keown a few times as a sub so tt he cld meet the criteria to get the medal, as it was his last season b4 retirement.

Oh wells, think tts enuff for now. Dun expect anythin very interestin from me. My life is pretty stagnant for now. I hardly even step out of my house. So u rather be home and do nothin, or go out and supposedly suffer.. Debatable. I'll go for the latter.

Ok, i chanced upon this by random. 1 more year to ORD!!!

the devil spoke at 10:15 PM.

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