Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Ankle of Fire
I've forgotten what the earth-shaking world-changing uber-cathartic realisation I had today was, so we'll just have to settle for more random dribble from the incontinent wordsmith, Re-minisce.
So three hours of sleep (and many, many menial chores; and many, many new admissions - for those not in the know, I just did an on-call) later, I find myself sitting alone by marina bay at sunset pretending to study human anatomy. (out of a textbook. get your minds out of the gutter)
"Waking life is too precious to waste being asleep"
As an aside, it is truly amazing how many mainland Chinese tourists this country is attracting these days.
So I'm sitting there with my ankle on fire, right.
Oh yeah. My 10:03 mini-miracle did not come without a price. Something bad has happened to a ligament in my ankle. (For the select few who just have to know, its the posterior talofibular ligament.)
It doesn't help that I know the name of the ligament, or that I know the treatment. Putting it into practise is going to be a, well, pain.
RICE - Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.
Ah... rest. Mmmhmm. Yep. Nice thought, that.
So now I'm contemplating taking up swimming at my gym instead, since two hours of weights is well, very nice and all, but doesn't give me that extra high that is probably, at the moment the sole reason for my existence.
*****
Two light taps on his shoulder, and an airy Hello!
He doesn't recognise the voice as he turns, not immediately anyhow. It's not one of his old friends, so.. his brain crawls into gear... it must be...
Someone from Work. (SFW)
SFW : Hullo! This is my husband X!
R : Oh, hello X (handshakes, insincere smiles)
SFW : Eh... (cocks head, winks) ... your girlfriend ah.
R: Um... err. I'm just helping her buy a handphone lah (don't turn your head, don't turn your head, don't... argh. She turned her head.)
Stunned silence.
SFW : (blurts) nevermind... can be girlfriend... (clearly a weak spacefiller)
Okay. I've said this many times before, and I'll say it again - Singapore is really too small for comfort.
ps : no this is not re-minisce coming out of the closet and declaring himself a member of The Other Team, much as it sounds like it. In retrospect, perhaps I could have written this all a little more clearly...
But hell, you try writing on three hours sleep.
*****
Likes shiny things, and chews on ice.
Funny, that. Vaguely reminiscent of... re-minisce.
*****
Oh yah, it's all cum back to me now... oh, hoho, weak pun. bleah.
My not-so-cathartic meanderings :
So I was just thinking what a clever play on words Her friend had made... minuteman, ohhoho.
Then I stopped to wonder...
... do they even know who the original minutemen were?
Well, but honestly, who really gives a fuck when there's a story about some girl going down on some guy, and someone else coming in someone's mouth hey?
Um.
Remember kids, always use protection. And don't do drugs?
So three hours of sleep (and many, many menial chores; and many, many new admissions - for those not in the know, I just did an on-call) later, I find myself sitting alone by marina bay at sunset pretending to study human anatomy. (out of a textbook. get your minds out of the gutter)
"Waking life is too precious to waste being asleep"
As an aside, it is truly amazing how many mainland Chinese tourists this country is attracting these days.
So I'm sitting there with my ankle on fire, right.
Oh yeah. My 10:03 mini-miracle did not come without a price. Something bad has happened to a ligament in my ankle. (For the select few who just have to know, its the posterior talofibular ligament.)
It doesn't help that I know the name of the ligament, or that I know the treatment. Putting it into practise is going to be a, well, pain.
RICE - Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.
Ah... rest. Mmmhmm. Yep. Nice thought, that.
So now I'm contemplating taking up swimming at my gym instead, since two hours of weights is well, very nice and all, but doesn't give me that extra high that is probably, at the moment the sole reason for my existence.
*****
Two light taps on his shoulder, and an airy Hello!
He doesn't recognise the voice as he turns, not immediately anyhow. It's not one of his old friends, so.. his brain crawls into gear... it must be...
Someone from Work. (SFW)
SFW : Hullo! This is my husband X!
R : Oh, hello X (handshakes, insincere smiles)
SFW : Eh... (cocks head, winks) ... your girlfriend ah.
R: Um... err. I'm just helping her buy a handphone lah (don't turn your head, don't turn your head, don't... argh. She turned her head.)
Stunned silence.
SFW : (blurts) nevermind... can be girlfriend... (clearly a weak spacefiller)
Okay. I've said this many times before, and I'll say it again - Singapore is really too small for comfort.
ps : no this is not re-minisce coming out of the closet and declaring himself a member of The Other Team, much as it sounds like it. In retrospect, perhaps I could have written this all a little more clearly...
But hell, you try writing on three hours sleep.
*****
Likes shiny things, and chews on ice.
Funny, that. Vaguely reminiscent of... re-minisce.
*****
Oh yah, it's all cum back to me now... oh, hoho, weak pun. bleah.
My not-so-cathartic meanderings :
So I was just thinking what a clever play on words Her friend had made... minuteman, ohhoho.
Then I stopped to wonder...
... do they even know who the original minutemen were?
Well, but honestly, who really gives a fuck when there's a story about some girl going down on some guy, and someone else coming in someone's mouth hey?
Um.
Remember kids, always use protection. And don't do drugs?
