Woke up today to Major Chee's phone call -_-.

At first, I was quite relieved to get 3 days mc, because morning till night, its been work work work for camp. And so many projects need me, plus so many things have been going wrong with camp. So I thought I would finally get a breather to watch smallville and play dota. BUT THEN I JUST REALIZED THAT I STILL NEED TO CONTINUE WORK ON THIS CRAP REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENS.

The problem with working from home is that right now my home is not a home; its an office. The last thing creeping into the recesses of my mind is work when I go to bed, and the first thing I think about when I wake is the deadlines and renderings.

My only solace right now is the few minutes I take to blog down my thoughts here and rewind, and the time spent outside training and eating.

Maybe thats why I want to get out of here so much.


Anyway about the mc...

Wanted to go and renew passport with the bonsai, then was crossing this knee-high green fence, when all of a sudden I realized that my 3/4 pants was restricting the angle of which I could raise my leg causing me to over-compensate and miss the step on the fence. Wanted to reposition myself, but it was too late, because my centre of gravity had already passed the fence, and there was no way for me to push myself back now... there was even the risk of landing right smack in the middle on my third leg in which case it would be omgwtf.

So, the only alternative was for me to brace forward, and I managed to break fall for my precious wrists. But it seemed I also accidentally knee jabbed the fence with my left knee.

So yeah, deep laceration... I could see my damn vein inside the wound... alot of plasma and blood, and two small chunks of meat were dropping out. I managed to get one chunk out... but the other one... was dangling all the way to the clinic. Now isn't that just a jolly good image to have!

The doctor identified the chunk as "fat", which I then gladly let him take out. 2 damn stitches. I hate needles... lots of bad memories.

I hate falling down, that's why I quit extreme blading.

Still remember the time I tried to grind a railing on this slope, and lost balance, ending up with two bloody knees and blood everywhere. I mean, rolling down staircases backwards, jumping everywhere and creating sparks from the blades with T-slides is fun, but screw up and there's no "game over, retry?" screen. Nor even a save game slot. Life is a very irritating game in this aspect.

Bonsai was thoroughly amused in some perversed manner while he was watching me get the stitches... even took a video of it wtf.

Normal people have to control themselves not to scream in pain if the doctor is stitching your knee. I have to control like hell just to not kick him. Could feel the familiar hot sensation... then the energy building up in my right leg... then had to quickly concentrate on the tissue box that I was holding and breathe out. But the screwed up part is after I manage to relax myself, then I would feel the pain. Talk about a lose-lose situation.

Funny thing is, I'm not as scared of needles as I used to be. After having needles poked through me and current passing through those needles, there's not alot of situations that can top that, eh? All thanks to the side-effects of recce training.

I need to boycott work lar... its not natural for someone to keep thinking about these things.

Bonsai expressed his feeling of growing weaker at the sight of someone else's open wound. Funny, I thought that I was the only one who had that kind of reaction last time. Actually, now, I'm not sure what kind of reaction I would have. On retrospect that doctor clearly had no qualms about it.