C-r-e-e-e-e-a-k.
Aaaghh.
I'm getting old, I swear. Or at least my joints, bones and muscles are.
My knees feel weird, wobbly and sad now; the joints not well connected and able to move from side to side; I think I've somehow managed to damage the left knee abit such that straightening it out properly hurts a little. Something's moving around inside that should not be moving, and making disturbing little noises. Crack rates are also now one per minute, on average.
But ohwell, it'll be okay, I suppose.
I'm starting my glucosamine pill-popping once again; still remember someone's reaction to me taking those pills - "My grandfather takes those!". Thanks guys. Haha.
What have I done to my poor body.
And oh this is really random, but here's a cucumber flower I made at Boon Tong Kee last night, I like this picture yay!

Oh and - this is what we were busy with during the weekend; taming stingrays with our bare hands!


Haha actually, we were attending Steve's 22nd birthday party last Sunday. It was quite a blast, complete with pool dunking and pinata hitting. We hope Steve enjoyed it, happy birthday Steve! :) For more pictures and commentaries, please refer to Boons or Dalena.
Sometimes, things just leave you with an empty or vague, lost and sad kind of feeling. A bitter aftertaste following a sweet encounter; a strange phantasm of a thought, or a feeling, trailing after you even after you've already left, and your heart has closed.
:7:32 AM: :sugah~plum