Over MSN today.

“I think u were like some evil japanese soldier in your previous life”

Norman Leong said.

That was with regards to my eventful diving trip.

And my constant lack of good karma.

Okay, not fair on the good karma bits cos it sways from extreme to extreme.

Oh well.

My poor finger is recovering well though it was uhm, very wet, that prompted another trip to the hospital…. carpark for quick undressing and dressing.

It is not as serious nor as suggestive as it sounds.

I awe myself when I pulled the thick bandage, heavily caked with blood away from the wound after wetting it whilst washing Minibean’s milk bottle at Vivocity.

It was a nice weekend. Or was it.

Though it was one I nearly couldn’t find any room to breathe.

It was one, I went through any emotion possible.

I remember feeling tired.

I remember feeling pained.

I remember… feeling.. blank.

But, it all disappeared after a nice Sunday out with the rowdy little one, which ended with her dozing off in my arms, and I drifted off to sleep as well.

That explains the ache in my arms today.