I finally washed my pair of jeans after wearing for 15 consecutive days. Why is that gross or dirty? Jeans are meant to be worn long! It's rugged, yo! Anyways... no one can tell the difference.
To be honest, I don't find my jeans dirty YET. Perhaps if I were back home, I would wash my jeans after every use. Sometimes, but only on rare occasions, I might save it for another day. Maybe it's because those were cheap jeans.
The one which I just washed is kinda expensive. I think washing jeans can somehow destroy its fabric. So, I would prefer that my jeans last as long as it can. In addition, I kinda like the feeling of a dirty pair of jeans ie. it's easier to slip on the pair. If it were fresh laundry, they can feel kinda tight.
Skinny jeans not my type.
So, how often do YOU wash your jeans?
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
okay enough
Omgosh... this page really exist.... and I found my lecturer there.
Okay... I need to stop my habit of looking every single thing up on the internet...
Got better things to do...
Btw.. it's really cold.. 2 celcius.. gosh.. I need more warm clothings.......
Okay... I need to stop my habit of looking every single thing up on the internet...
Got better things to do...
Btw.. it's really cold.. 2 celcius.. gosh.. I need more warm clothings.......
pilgrimage to Manchester
Every Man United has this calling; to visit Old Trafford at least once in their lifetime. I had the privilege to be part of this pilgrimage last weekend. Frozen fingers and the cold couldn't contain my excitement; especially on the bus ride to where dreams are made and shaped into reality.
The moment the stadium came into view; it just made me shudder. I was so moved and awed by the sheer majestic sight of the stadium. I was there. And it was awesome. The hair on the back of my neck erect as I got off the bus. It was one of the best feeling I have ever had.
The moment the stadium came into view; it just made me shudder. I was so moved and awed by the sheer majestic sight of the stadium. I was there. And it was awesome. The hair on the back of my neck erect as I got off the bus. It was one of the best feeling I have ever had.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
breakfast thoughts
Life in UK has not been bad so far. Living abroad teaches us plenty of things... of choices we make... of routes we take.
Whatever we do, there are either two types of decisions... being involved OR being committed.
I would like to share something I heard today....
It has something to do with the English breakfast below...
Bacons and eggs.
Which one describes you? Are you a chicken or a pig?
Whatever we do, there are either two types of decisions... being involved OR being committed.
I would like to share something I heard today....
It has something to do with the English breakfast below...
Bacons and eggs.The chicken was involved. BUT the pig was committed.
Which one describes you? Are you a chicken or a pig?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
tacos
I woke up one day, and I realised someone took my cheese tacos.
Change is inevitable. But it's tough to face it. It's tough even admitting it. I prefer to cling on to the things which are familiar. It feels safe... just right... like home. I guess I just don't like changes. I am afraid to look it in the eye. It just never works out... well not for me at least.
I hope things are back to normal to save my heart...
Yet I am willing for some tacos.
Change is inevitable. But it's tough to face it. It's tough even admitting it. I prefer to cling on to the things which are familiar. It feels safe... just right... like home. I guess I just don't like changes. I am afraid to look it in the eye. It just never works out... well not for me at least.
I hope things are back to normal to save my heart...
Yet I am willing for some tacos.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
into the door
In a little town of Nottingham, that's where I will be in the next 2 years... perhaps more? Rain; of drizzle kind are a common coming. A brolly (umbrella) in a bag is a really good idea. A coat; preferably something waterproof which can keep you warm is a fantastic idea.
Nottingham, a city of history; of Sherwood forest, Maid Marian, and Robin Hood. The art of 'stealing from the rich and giving to the poor' thankfully (or not?) does not occur. When we will be sleeping; the droning sound of little pat-o-pat outside helps us drown further into sleep.
If we are out in this sort of weather, people like me may be tempted to use the umbrella. Locals; more often than not; choose to battle against the annoying-shiver-inducing droplets. The use of an umbrella basically labels yourself as an outsider... somewhat so. But at least it would keep me dry.
But....
I wondered, I contemplated; and I was curious; to be part of this country, I would need to blend in. So, on the next occasion; the umbrella and I would switch position. I will instead take the drops while shielding the umbrella. I shall be wet; and my umbrella shall remain bone dry.
Perhaps, in the coming weeks, I would start not to take notice of the rain anymore. I would see things differently, with a new set of 'eyes'.
Nottingham, a city of history; of Sherwood forest, Maid Marian, and Robin Hood. The art of 'stealing from the rich and giving to the poor' thankfully (or not?) does not occur. When we will be sleeping; the droning sound of little pat-o-pat outside helps us drown further into sleep.
If we are out in this sort of weather, people like me may be tempted to use the umbrella. Locals; more often than not; choose to battle against the annoying-shiver-inducing droplets. The use of an umbrella basically labels yourself as an outsider... somewhat so. But at least it would keep me dry.
But....
I wondered, I contemplated; and I was curious; to be part of this country, I would need to blend in. So, on the next occasion; the umbrella and I would switch position. I will instead take the drops while shielding the umbrella. I shall be wet; and my umbrella shall remain bone dry.
Perhaps, in the coming weeks, I would start not to take notice of the rain anymore. I would see things differently, with a new set of 'eyes'.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
listen
Friday, August 20, 2010
on the move...
I have been doing some physio of late; (orthopaedic's orders... and insisted by my mom) for my back. Nothing that you should be alarmed about. Just a precautionary measure. So, I hope to learn some stretching methods before jetting off on Monday.
Hot packs will be put on my back; to help release the tension of some of my muscles on my back. Basically this is what is happening to my back....
One side's muscles is stronger than the other. So, it's kinda at an uneven strength/tension... kinda like strings on a guitar... a good one. This cumulative effect will cause my posture to be somewhat Crooked with a capital C, similar to the shape of my spine now. So, if you could strum my back muscles like a guitar, it would produce good music... but 20 years down the road, it could really hurt... a lot... and I might be hunched... sideways!
For a quick fix solution, the therapist hope to strengthen the muscles on one side, while reducing the tightness of the muscles on the other side. But of course I still would need to do my own stretching at home after the sessions. Also, the therapist put this type of plaster on my back to help my body re-accustom itself to my new posture.
Like the pink one here Mr Beckham is wearing. It's called a kinesio tape.
Hot packs will be put on my back; to help release the tension of some of my muscles on my back. Basically this is what is happening to my back....
One side's muscles is stronger than the other. So, it's kinda at an uneven strength/tension... kinda like strings on a guitar... a good one. This cumulative effect will cause my posture to be somewhat Crooked with a capital C, similar to the shape of my spine now. So, if you could strum my back muscles like a guitar, it would produce good music... but 20 years down the road, it could really hurt... a lot... and I might be hunched... sideways!
For a quick fix solution, the therapist hope to strengthen the muscles on one side, while reducing the tightness of the muscles on the other side. But of course I still would need to do my own stretching at home after the sessions. Also, the therapist put this type of plaster on my back to help my body re-accustom itself to my new posture.
Like the pink one here Mr Beckham is wearing. It's called a kinesio tape.The customary tension on each plaster (there are two on my back) will help align my back to the 'correct' position. It is as if I am a puppet at the end of two strings of different tension. Although, the feeling is subtle, subconsciously, my body will try to position itself such that the tension in both plasters are at its minimum. I wouldn't have guess that this thing would actually work if the therapist had not said that my posture is getting better. I thought "Wow!". I was only having the therapy session for 4 days!
Along with this, I have been trying to get myself into shape ie. to build up my long-gone stamina. Did some jogging during the last 3 days... it hasn't been great, but hope it's enough.
Day 1: 4km in 31 mins.
Day 2: 5km in 37 mins.
Day 3: 4km in 31 mins.
Still slower than what I know I can do... hope to improve ;)
Anyway, I was resting on a bench near the playground after my jog. While huffing and puffing through my sweat soaked eyes, I could partially see some kids having fun. It allowed me to reminisce a bit about my childhood.
Then I remembered what a colleague ... well now ex-colleague told me when I was in GSK. Human interactions in the boardroom and in the playground are the same. In the boardroom, people squabble and debate their ideas, to convince everyone why their ideas deserved to be materialised. It's kinda the same as in the playground. There always seem to be a 'dominant' one. One who seems louder and bigger than the other kids. It reminded me of Rugrats.. the cartoon I used to watch as a kid. Hostility and cooperation can be identified among these kids. You can kinda figure out how they will be like as an adult.
So, there was this 'Angelica' there, on the swings and slides. You could see 'Angelica's' passion. It's great to see lively kids like that. So carefree.. nothing to worry about. Then another kid came by... I think this kid is a 'Chuckie'... seemingly shy; unsure of himself. 'Chuckie' wandered towards 'Angelica'... with hope that he could play together. 'Angelica' took one look and shunned poor 'Chuckie'. He was excluded. It probably didn't mean anything. It was probably my tired mind's conclusion. But what I saw and surmised is that those kind of things are the very foundation and fundamentally the future of our society's heartache. If only we learned to share when we are young. It's something that should be inculcated in all kids. Exclusion is hurtful. 'Chuckie' probably felt it. Or if he was a stronger lad that I saw, he probably just shrugged off what 'Angelica' said and play at the dirty grimy monkey bars although he was too short for it.
What 'Angelica' portray was an 'I' attitude. There should be more 'We' or 'Us' vocab among children. It helps in unifying themselves too. I got up to continue cooling myself down. Sweat was dripping all over myself. It was as if I was being squeezed bone dry. I imagined the hollow inner world that 'Angelica' was unknowingly creating for herself. A cave where one could get lost, where secrets can be kept, but where one would feel alone. If only she knew...
Along with this, I have been trying to get myself into shape ie. to build up my long-gone stamina. Did some jogging during the last 3 days... it hasn't been great, but hope it's enough.
Day 1: 4km in 31 mins.
Day 2: 5km in 37 mins.
Day 3: 4km in 31 mins.
Still slower than what I know I can do... hope to improve ;)
Anyway, I was resting on a bench near the playground after my jog. While huffing and puffing through my sweat soaked eyes, I could partially see some kids having fun. It allowed me to reminisce a bit about my childhood.
Then I remembered what a colleague ... well now ex-colleague told me when I was in GSK. Human interactions in the boardroom and in the playground are the same. In the boardroom, people squabble and debate their ideas, to convince everyone why their ideas deserved to be materialised. It's kinda the same as in the playground. There always seem to be a 'dominant' one. One who seems louder and bigger than the other kids. It reminded me of Rugrats.. the cartoon I used to watch as a kid. Hostility and cooperation can be identified among these kids. You can kinda figure out how they will be like as an adult.
So, there was this 'Angelica' there, on the swings and slides. You could see 'Angelica's' passion. It's great to see lively kids like that. So carefree.. nothing to worry about. Then another kid came by... I think this kid is a 'Chuckie'... seemingly shy; unsure of himself. 'Chuckie' wandered towards 'Angelica'... with hope that he could play together. 'Angelica' took one look and shunned poor 'Chuckie'. He was excluded. It probably didn't mean anything. It was probably my tired mind's conclusion. But what I saw and surmised is that those kind of things are the very foundation and fundamentally the future of our society's heartache. If only we learned to share when we are young. It's something that should be inculcated in all kids. Exclusion is hurtful. 'Chuckie' probably felt it. Or if he was a stronger lad that I saw, he probably just shrugged off what 'Angelica' said and play at the dirty grimy monkey bars although he was too short for it.
What 'Angelica' portray was an 'I' attitude. There should be more 'We' or 'Us' vocab among children. It helps in unifying themselves too. I got up to continue cooling myself down. Sweat was dripping all over myself. It was as if I was being squeezed bone dry. I imagined the hollow inner world that 'Angelica' was unknowingly creating for herself. A cave where one could get lost, where secrets can be kept, but where one would feel alone. If only she knew...
when the door opens...
I guess I choke easily, especially when I am surprised. I am not used... or maybe I always don't expect to bump into someone...
I was at the hospital after my 4th day of physio. The escalator opened, and so amongst the crowd, was a vaguely familiar face. I wasn't sure; so I didn't say anything. Besides, I was in the hospital. No one goes around in the hospital hoping to bump into someone you know.
But she acknowledged me. And then I kinda knew, but I kept my silence. I guess I was just as surprised as my friend. Anyway, she asked why I was there. She was genuinely concern about my back, when I told her I was there for therapy. So, the escalator reopened at the ground floor; we shook hands and parted ways. I felt like such a douche for not asking why she was there.......... ..... ....... ..... and yet... maybe .... I hope there's nothing to be concerned about. She came from one of the ward floors...
I was at the hospital after my 4th day of physio. The escalator opened, and so amongst the crowd, was a vaguely familiar face. I wasn't sure; so I didn't say anything. Besides, I was in the hospital. No one goes around in the hospital hoping to bump into someone you know.
But she acknowledged me. And then I kinda knew, but I kept my silence. I guess I was just as surprised as my friend. Anyway, she asked why I was there. She was genuinely concern about my back, when I told her I was there for therapy. So, the escalator reopened at the ground floor; we shook hands and parted ways. I felt like such a douche for not asking why she was there.......... ..... ....... ..... and yet... maybe .... I hope there's nothing to be concerned about. She came from one of the ward floors...
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