The Curse..

.. of Mr Joel Chan.

ARGH!!! Certified Amphibian.. hah.

my first ever biathlon of my life and they actually got my surname wrong. Think someone was trying to pull a practical joke. Bummer.

So anyway, like they say, u just have to get past ur first time. Having done one now, the swim doesn’t seem so daunting and horrific anymore.. other than the fact that the doc said I tore my ligament (sound so bloody serious right?), I’m actually looking forward to next yr’s one. Do a better timing. =)

And no, it’s not a complete tear. Just a partial tear.. so gotta let it heal, and yes, it WILL and CAN heal, cos it’s not completely torn off.. can still walk/stand/drive.. so all’s good! =) thank God.

A Home..

..is not a home when u can’t be yourself in it. A home is not a home when it’s no longer a place I can be who I am.. and do what I want. A place where I can hide and be uninhibited. A place where I do not have to worry about pleasing other ppl or nurse a fear of what others might think of me.

A home is not a home when I can’t be who I am and do what I please.. when I have to put other ppl’s agenda ahead of mine. Where I no longer have my own privacy. When my own comfort zone is being intruded by others for mundane reasons. A home is not a home when I can’t even get a good sleep in. A home is not a home when I no longer look forward to going back to after a long day/week/month of work.

My home is no longer a home. It’s just a house..