Basket.

"I thought NS was supposed to make you healthier" - man, did that statement come back to haunt me or what?

I am getting used to life with just one usable hand (a temporary situation only, fortunately), and it is fiction that everything takes twice as long to do. Although most things inevitably take longer than they used to, such as typing this post. Fortunately, I'm already an expert one-handed typist from the days when I handled one matter cradling the phone in my left hand and another via MSN and my right.

My mother seems surprised that I can pretty much behave like my normal self. I don't know why she seems to prefer me moping around the house all day clutching my finger, or withdrawing into a shell of gothic morbidity and becoming obsessed with death and satanism. The thing is, there is no point crying over spilt milk or lost fingertips. Although I do admit to feeling a vague tinge of envy when I see people wielding intact left hands with ease sometimes.

A01C gathered again last night. With university school years opening soon and events like National Day and the various tactical evaluation programmes coming up in the following months, it will be quite a while before the lot of us can gather again. I'll be waiting, though.

Of course, the first two people who turned up had to be Sean and I. "How come they are all injured?", went the concerned enquiries from Shuang Ning's mother and sister. We must have made quite a pair. I had a good time though, as I usually do at such events, and I'll really be waiting for the next chance. Whenever it will be.