Miracles do happen. My leg got fixed. i dun believe it either.

After i got out of camp, I hobbled my way to the chinese physician/ 推拿 at amk. I waited for a long 1 and 1/2 hr. time passes exceptionally slow when one is in pain. I just stared stupidly at a couple who was also waiting for their turn to be fixed, occasionally reading the racy chinese papers and their articles abt china hookers.

I always have the feeling that i am visiting a brothel when i am at a clinic. Cos everyone appears so smug after they get out of the closed room. Patients look like they have gotten themselves a good fuck, feeling all so satisfied and contented.
My turn came.
the old man asked me to lie down on the 'operating bed'. just a random thought- why do the beds for massage have holes for our heads above our neck but none for the one below? He went on to knead my aching muscles like dough. It was shiokness. After pressing and probing my flesh, he told me to ren(endure) a little. Clack, clack. He twisted? my veins. into place
He did it with the ease of a five yr old kid fixing a detached limb of a ninja turtle figurine back into the joint. I stared at him with mild disbelief and uttered something like..uncle, 好舒服.. well he..must have thought i was gay.

Moments later, i exited , looking as if i just got out from red light district. The smug look all written on my face.

yesterday I woke up from a soupy state that wasnt really sleep but a kind of dream haunted drug daze. i needed to pee. i had to lift my legs of the bed. but the pain was terrible. my damn leg hadnt recovered. It felt like a crude ceramic block baked until it was on the verge of cracking. The pain was both hot and cold, set deep in the flesh like complexed networks of poisoned wires. Somehow i managed to slither out of my bed. and as i landed out the floor, i uttered a distracted little cry as the pain ripped through my entire left leg.

i need the pill. i had never, never in my life, needed a pill as badly as i did now.

i inched my way to the table where i kept the painkillers. every single movement was a great burst of agony. With one hand on the table, i managed to do an awkward push up to lift my upper body up, with my fucking left leg dangling like a limp broken dog limb. i tried to to open the medicine packet with my hands, fumbling as i looked for the opening. one pill rolled out. down to the floor. slowly i lowered myself,very slowly. afraid that i might trigger another of the excruciating motherfucking wave of pain.

i patted the ground to trace for the pill in the dark like a blind looking for his fallen coin. i found it. I lowered my face onto the floor like a dog about to drink from its bowl and stuck out my tongue. o man, dont let my parents see me doing this.
Pain, shame, horror, and most of all a dark depression, all maroons and grays, enfolded me. i pressed my tongue against the pill and drew it into my mouth, now not a dog but an anteater injesting a tasty morsel, and swallowed.

As the pill traced its tiny hard trail down the throat, i thought to myself: I would give anything to be free of this. anything.

I remember looking forward to get back home to blog an entry or two each time i returned from tekong. That was 3 mths ago. Now i return everyday. yet i dun feel like blogging. To me, its plain irony.

Perhaps the novelty of blogging is beginning to wear off. Perhaps i cant find any interesting stuff to blog about cos i am doing quite mundane stuff everyday. Doing clerical stuff, writing reports, supposed to take minutes, answering phone calls. Some people will regard it as prosaic business, but the scary part is I actually enjoy doing it.

U can call me an office dog. I dun really mind. At least i'm a happy dog. WOof WoOF!

Someone i know actually express disgust at my vocation. Cos he's an officer trainee. He thinks hes got the "ive got lots of leadership potential" tattooed on his ass and he think hes cool and big. F it. He probably got selected by fluke and he has zilch leadership skills to begin with. Aw. Anyway, he claims that he is not after the prestige, money but rather the experience. yea rite

Sneer.
Here's something more adventurous for u, my 'officer' fiend.
Go rub ur bullshit on ur head and fuck the cow's ass.

fucked up entry #1
feeling so shitty. dun even have the mood to blog.

Horoscope for the week.
Scorpio.
"The stars this week are crossed which means that certain plans might go awry. Do not add fuel to the fire by over-reacting. Trust that things happen for a reason."

Sometimes I hate horoscopes especially when they are accu-fucking-rately true at the wrong time. I just got posted to kranji depot when there is a paya lebar depot so near my house.

kranji means no forklift and all manual stacking. Kranji means little leave and no time for slacking. kranji means i can afford to screw up badly in camp, get charged and court martialled at kranji and they can whisk me off to kranji detention barracks to get fucked and sodomized by other inmates. Wad a lovely thought. Boy, i feel excited.

Things happen for a reason. Duh, wad doesnt. they always tell me unpalatable truths that I'm already aware of.

D Day
Tml will be judgement day. It wont be as important as results day. Its going to be more like a minor episode in my life.like terminator 2,judgement day. I have no idea which ammo depot/ magazine i'll be posted to. The locations do make a lot of difference.
$$ and time spent on travelling. I think i have been very lucky so far in army.Altho i dun really like the cliched phrase of 'all things good must come to an end', i do believe in it.

Devouring 14 books in 17 days has been quite a feat for me. Its my longest sustained record for such a period (the previous one was Peter and Jane series.i cant remember how many books). During these 3 & 1/2 weeks, I have had my fair share of code breaking with dan brown, fortune seeking with jeffrey archer, law sessions with john grisham, awry scientific experiments with michael crichton ,macabre tales with stephen king and romance with sandra brown etc.

Maybe its time to move on. maybe its time to stop mocking others ,who are in camp cursing and swearing that their sergeants keep nazi uniforms in their cupboards. maybe its time to wake up from my story-book fantasy. Welcome to the real world.

Maria Sharapova: 2004 Wimbledon Champion!

3rd July 2004
Maria did today what many thought was impossible. She won her first Grand Slam title at age 17, beating the two times defending champion Serena Williams 6-1 6-4. Maria was in control of the match from the very beginning, serving very well and pouncing powerful groundstrokes off both sides that kept Williams on heels most of the time.

Maria not only played at a great level, she also showed a remarkable self-control and maturity. She never left the situation overwhelm her and remained focuses throughout the match.

Maria's serve played a big part in this win. She was very consistent with both, the first and second serve, winning a lot of free points and not allowing Williams to punish her second serve as she normally does. Maria was hitting with a lot of power and close to the lines off the forehand and backhand side. She was fighting for every ball and her great reach allowed her to get a lot of balls back that frustrated Williams.

Maria showed nerves of steel when she was broken in the 6th game of the second set and she broke right back and never looked back. From 2-4 down she won four consecutive games to earn her first Grand Slam trophy.

At 17 years, two months, she is the second youngest Wimbledon champion in the open era, after Martina Hingis.

With this win, Maria will be # 8 when the WTA ranking is released on Monday.

This is the first tennis match that i actually followed. every serve every stroke. beautiful hot russian. how do they make themselves look so pretty when they play???

Watched spiderman 2. Plot Synopsis :Spiderman 2 is great movie about peter parker facing crises. With great powers come great virility. In this sequel,the viscid liquid supply in his body no longer functions well, resulting in spider impotence. My guess is that our Amazing spiderman didnt take enough zinc to supplement and compensate for the rapidly expended fluids.

I have been experiencing the same problem as spiderman..not referring to blanks,but ratherThe problem of a body part not functioning as it should normally. I pulled my leg vein (chinese translation) and it hurts. badly. I wince everytime i lift my fucking leg, everytime i take a fucking step, everytime i lie down on my bed. I dunno wad vein i pulled' but it must be a really long one, maybe even longer than the swing lines which spiderman uses to travel through the cavernous chasms between the Manhattan high-rises, because my entire back all the way down to my feet will experience a jolting spasm and an excruciating pain the moment i move my left leg.

To solve my problem, I visited a tui1 na1 master at ang mo kio for a session. I waited for a long time. When it was my turn. He pushed. He shoved. He bent. It felt good.. for a few seconds. After the therapy/massage, uncle asked me,'hai tong ma?' i nodded slightly, hesitantly because i didnt want to let the frail man know that his skill and dexterity was not as good as it used to be.. or perhaps i was afraid to come to terms with the fact that my vein maybe gone.

$15 gone to waste. Shld have gone for a full body thai massage or something. Can remove the stress from the aching muscles plus maybe they will throw in XXxtra stuff.
wont think abt it anymore.Life is never as easy as unbuttoning, wads done cannot be undone. (hope its original)

wrragh.a weak week indeed. looking forward to a nicer week

Itsby Bitsy Spider

..back to nursery rhymes!!

Peter parker ducked a dart of bitter butter
a dart of of bitter butter that bitter parker ducked
if bitter parker ducked a tart of bitter butter,
where the fuck is the dart of bitter butter peter parker ducked?