Chronicle 68 - Maintenance Needed

I'm done with reservist. Supporting that Air Show is such a pain. The irregular duty hours, deplorable living conditions, and lack of transportation made life quite difficult. Most of my batch mates were either still studying or just settling into their new job so they all deferred from reservist. I ended up with a bunch of people that were on average, a good 5 - 10 years older than me. Trust me, it was quite a challenge to work together. In spite of all these, as suspected, I actually was so much more willing to be in camp than back in office. Compared to work in office, it was so much more relaxing. That said, my boss was pretty kind. Considering I was still under probation, she sat down with me just before I went for reservist and told me that they were generally happy with my work and that there was no danger that they may decide to cut me off.

Shakespeare once said, "Our bodies are gardens, to which our wills are gardeners." Going by his analogy, this garden of mine is falling apart. I knew my skin was terribly dry, but have always managed to get by despite the occasional discomfort. Recently though, I felt this pain that was incredibly unbearable, as if my skin is splitting. For the first time in my life, I did something I never once thought I would - applying moisturizer. That seemed to help somewhat. On a related note, I decided to join my buddies during reservist for a run while we were off-duty. I did not have my track shoes, but dismissed it as a problem and decided to run with boots. The after-effects hit me hard! This garden of mine is starting to break down, and requires some serious maintenance.

My sister's birthday just went past a few days back. Upon her constant and pesky reminders, I enlisted the help of M and M2 (will decide on what to name her again if she ever becomes a reader) to get a present for her. We eventually settled on some watch that cost me "a heart pain's worth". Those double Ms sure know how to choose.

I went skateboarding with D yesterday, or should I say tried to. I kinda suck at things that require balancing on some kind of equipment. Roller-blading, ice-skating, skiing etc. always gave me trouble. We were at SCAPE, and I also revised some parkour techniques, before the SCAPE management told me not to. A thought stuck me about D yesterday - she is damn daring (or just that oblivious).

I went to the NATAS and IT fairs with M2 a few hours ago. I bought a laptop and a 1TB external hard disk. Buying something new is always a cause for celebration and excitement, but the thing is, I bought it with the intention of doing some work while I am in Japan. A thought struck me about M2 today (lots of thoughts I know) - she has 3 phases in her interaction with people: understanding > deciding > "MY WILL SHALT BE DONE".

M2 recently commented, "[E], I am sensitive to tone. [A]nd you always sound dead w your replies lol", in response to an answer I gave to J (so many people to reference). With reference to a conversation I had with M sometime back, I would like to point out that "sentimentality may not be found in words".

[Quotes]
“仰天笑，全忘了。
瀟洒如風，輕飄飄。” - 周華健