Shit, what’s that doing there!


Not someone to do things by halves. It had snowed heavily that day, and what turned out to be a massive stroke of bad luck, I fell. The fates it seems have a perverse sense of humour and so, added a twist to the fall; my foot managed to get purchase on the ice the moment I started my plunge into absolute hellish-ness. My leg broke with an audible crack! Without the help of some passing lads, I might have never gotten help. One of them dully called 119 ( what’s the emergency number in your country?) and I waited. In the mean while, I had called Jiang and she slowly made her way to the local superette. One day at the hospital, and one the second day, pins were inserted into two points of my leg. Two breaks, one at the level of the ankle, another on the opposite bone. Nothing by halves? More like quarters. Ouch.

So much time, literally on my arse. Nothing but my tablet to keep insanity from broaching the beaches of my mind. Thus far I’ve read some of the PDF’s from the course I was doing, played Angry birds and a knock-off of Metal slug. In the meantime, I wait.

Dirty collars, blue by convention

I change at school, just to save wear on my business shirts. Usually I’m dripping in sweat when I come in. Looking at my shirt in the morning, I just realised what sort of collar grime I’m going to have to contend with come Friday. When purchasing a shirt it’s one of the requisites that it has to be a dark colour, which this is not. Still, convention states that there are only two colours, and only two patterns. White or blue, plain or striped. Who the heck thinks up these conventions?

I still bought the shirt though, they were on sale.

Funny references about Van Heusen shirts.