crumbling knees

ah the week's almost over! seemed like the whole week's been rolled up into a riceball the size of a watermelon, with fillings of nuts and bolts and stuffed into my not-exactly-petite mouth.

prolly will be heading back to my old school tomorrow. NYP, short for Nanyang Polytechnic, where i bummed around for 3 years. wonder how the place has become. remembered how me and my bunch would take up empty tutorial rooms and just do more of wat im best at. Bumming, with a capital B.

course wasn't wat you'd term glamorous. mechatronics engineering, where people learn how to do even more math, more than they prolly ever really need to know, and connect red and blue wires to various orifices in swiss cheese boards and hope nothing blows up. applies to me at least. where we observe funny curvy graphs and realise how a x 749b = gch/dft with a great bellow of Eureeka!!

the female population didn't really number in the hundreds too. there were all of like 9 or so girls in the whole lecture theater. 3 burmese, 4 indians, 5 golden rings! think there were 2-3 chinese locals, and boy! they prolly felt like they were divas!

the knee's not in the pink of health of late. oftentimes, i'd be ambling around perfectly fine, den my left knee would suddenly buckle and give out from under me.

i'd go from:

O
/I\
/\


to:

\O
I---
/\
\ \

aiyoh... how to walk around like that? how to act cool?? maybe i can immediately go into

\O
I \
//
\\

and pretend im auditioning for the lead part in saturday night fever?

hope it gets betta soon tho, or i wun be able to ball like i used to anymore.