Major com probs seem to take an average of 3 days to solve. The first was my new computer getting BSODs very very often. And now, the wireless connection of my old computer dropping very often. Both solved on the third day.
Seems that I've finally solved it. 17hrs and counting.
The cure for loneliness, I have come to understand, is not more socializing. It's achieving and maintaining close friendships. The trust that characterizes that kind of friendship allows one to be vulnerable, to discuss problems that resist a solution, for example, without having to risk being judged or dismissed.
It's only tuesday. And I'm damn blooody tired. Super tired. So tired I think I would probably go straight to bed after shower/dinner. I'm finishing the stupid work soon. By tomorrow almost definitely. Repetitive work does drain the brain quite abit.
Less than 3 weeks to ORD. (Feb 1st is a friday. 2nd and 3rd are weekends. I have 2 days of leave this year. So it would be used on 4th and 5th. I ORD on the 6th.) Really looking forward to the end of January. Being submissive. And keeping cool.
I'm almost positive that in the case of war most casualties will be caused by friendly fire. You don't need to guess who's shooting who. It's not friendly at all and it's no accident.
And oh.
I found out the cause of my skin problem. It's been close to half a month since my last stay-in (aka duty) and there is no more itching. I tried using it again and now I am sure that the green towel was the cause of it.
Doesn't that show how allergic I am to it?
There's one thing I don't understand though. My skin is hypersensitive. One bump. One brush (does even qualify as a scratch). And there will be welts.
Every morning as I wait for the train in the morning I will almost definitely see this couple (husband and wife) whom I cannot put a finger to. So familiar. Anyway I brushed it off, thinking I'd probably 'seen' them at the platform many times before I 'noticed' them.
But today I realized. They were the very couple whom saw us every evening back then, and so did we, them.
I knew judo came from the feudal warlords but I had no idea what's the purpose.
Well apparently if you throw a fully armored samurai onto hard floor, the impact would be akin to having a grand piano slammed into him. Their armor weighs about 30kg and that hurts bad already.
We should try knocking medieval knights off horsebacks more often.
The doc says they are doing a new surgery now for PCL/ACL recon.
They take 1 of the 3 tendons from the back of your knee(inner) and drill holes diagonally on the front. And you can now kneel but you cannot squat/retract fully. And you may experience numbness. Tendons are stretchy so it may revert to the original state too.
However PCL poses a higher risk than ACL coz a vessel lies on it. If it's cut they'll have to hack your thigh apart and repair it.
The doc says he can squeeze me in for surgery on 2nd-4th feb. But hell no (I didn't tell him that though). If I wanted it I would have gone for it like one year ago? I have to collect my pink IC too sir.
Though cancer's something. I think there should be special mention of people who got perfect scores and have perfect eyesight, perfect health, perfect family etc.
(It's easy to damage yourself so no credits should be given.)
Well this afternoon someone hurled mirror into my bedroom (from the streets that's right). Like wtf man. I thought someone threw a brick or something. My windows are pretty much intact still. Not mad or anything. At least I got to vacuum under my bed - which I've not done in ages. Mirror dust got everywhere. (my chair)
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Mad World Mad World
There once lived three bears in the coziest hut you could imagine in a forest.
One day you were out exploring the woods and you chanced upon that very hut. It was quiet - and there, the wooden door was ajar. Curious; you entered the hut.
There were three carved-out bowls on a sturdy table, three wooden chairs and three beds.
Ah! There's porridge. You picked up Papa Bear's large spoon and dipped it into the large bowl, brought it to your lips and dropped it. "Too hot!"
Mama Bear's was too cold.
And you took a sip from Baby Bear's porridge. It feels, strange. You took another spoonful. Brows crossing, you let your culinarial tastebuds work their magic.
Two parts sadness to one part desperation and three parts derangement - it was a hodgepodge alright.
