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Am now typing this using my sister's cool foldble keyboard... when i first saw it in Die Hard 4 I didn't quite believe it... thought it ws all part of the improbable nature of the show. But oh well, it seems to be quite nice to use, also one must get use to the squishiness of the keys.

The last week was busy. By the end of the week I was tired and more irritable than usual. Now that CAs are coming I shall try and sleep earlier though... Was just contemplating how people in this world can be so judgemental and how we ourselves in turn can be the same. People judge you if you come late for CCA / pon CCA / are lousy in your CCA, but then again when you go to the other extreme and sacrifice your sleep going for CCA and end up sleeping in class, people judge you as well. Heh. A bit deeper thinking than I usually do.

At the same time, with training for the intra-fac games going on, I'm wondering why there seems to have been a phase where every guy in the world learnt to play soccer and I didn't. Why I learnt how to play idiosyncratic things like handball and fencing, but not more classically-guy sports like soccer and basketball

This train of thought considerbly blackened my mood throughout the week until Friday, when various interactions with my Anat Group brought me considerably more cheer.

On bus 92 on the way back home yesterday, I was just thinking about my Anat group and that made me realise that actually I do have a lot to be grateful for, not the least the people around me (even though it may comprise of the judgemental parties). Its just that its very hard to remember the encouragement, the kind deeds that people have done for you when you're fatigued, hypersenstitive, and get irritated at the couple getting off the MRT escalator in front of you,PDA-ing so much that they don't clear the escalator fast enough and you have to squeeze around their entwined beings so that you and the rest of the people behind you don't pile up behind them like the start of the 1998 Belgium Grand Prix.

I'm grateful that I'm structurally whole, enough to take a handball hit to the ribs and shrug it off.
That I'm mentally capable, enough to survive a year of medschool.
That my psychomotor skills are intact, enough to learn how to drive.
That I've a whole family and relatives, whose members would send me for a run at 6.30 in the morning, or who would bake biscuits for me to book into OCS with
That I know a whole lot of KEVIIans, enough that I can find people to talk to at 1 am in the morning when I need to
That I have my OG, who would wait 4 hours past their sleeping time just to celebrate my birthday with me
That I have my Anat / PBL Group, a social group whom many would not consider close friends, but who to me are as close as the next
That I have my church friends, who have an uncanny instinct to send encouraging SMSes just when I need them.

And when one thinks back, a whole list of other things come to mind, from living in Singapore to the nasty SJ seniors who hammered me into my present character

There. That's better already. And hopefully I can hang on and remember these more often as we punch our way through intra-fac games, the Hallplay red tape and the impending CAs