Temporarily Crippled 2

Anyway, this past 2 weeks have been very interesting. My body is stiff from working the crutches. It ain’t as easy as it looks, people. Those people that make it look easy, they’re all PROs, let me tell you. Most of the people I know and bumped into in my crutches, (mainly the guys) said, “It’s good! You will be building up a lot of upper body muscle with the crutches.”

-_- … Yeah, OK.

It may not be the triathlon-y kinda challenging, but I must say, it is challenging all the same.  Mother feels I should stay home all the time, because of my condition. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, Mother feels that I should stay home ALL the time.  Regardless of my physical condition. Boggles my mind. Anyway, I went out a few times in my crutches. The dudes at the eating/coffee places I normally frequent all had this “Eh?! What happened la…. alamak… Kesiannya..” expression the moment I step into the establishment while I sheepishly nod back at them, NOT telling them the story-  because nothing cooo~ell caused this! *hmph*

I swear, it is a mission to walk around with crutches. I use two; one on each side, because I tried using only one and that felt stupid and takes much more effort. It took me a while to adjust the height to be resting just nice. Initially it was too high, it bruised my pits after one night of using it. Then it was set too low that my back was hurting from bending over too much. Finally got it right eventually.

You know how you never think much about where to park, wanting to go shopping by yourself and maybe some friends, go dinner? Try crutching through the mall just to get to ONE bloody restaurant, let alone go shopping! WTF. I just wanted to go home as soon as I got there. But of course, as usual things got a lot better afterward. My body got used to the motion and extra limbs, I got to be pretty good at it.

I have to say, it is a different world out there with these few weeks to be in the condition that I am in.

I was ushered to use the handicap toilet in KLCC.

A lot of strangers did not hesitate to chat and ask me what’s the story with my foot. (Again,  wind up disappointing them with my lame non-story) People hold the door open (this NEVER happens) for me to go through, some of them (cute guy) even detoured and offered to open the door for me too. And I was just standing there waiting for my sister to come by at the door. Such a sweetheart.

The staff at my regular haunts were equally warm and concerned about it as well. I had no idea that they had even recognised me as a patron of their establishment. People in general were quite mindful as well. They would push the chairs and make way while I navigate my way through the tables and chairs in Pappa Rich (hey, a girl’s got to eat), the staff would hold the toilet door open for me while I saunter in with three legs.

It made me realise a few things. That despite the reported social climate looking depressingly bleak and terrifying, people, especially in this urban society, still have a respectable amount of concern and civic consciousness for their surroundings. It warms the heart to witness and be at the receiving end of all this.

Temporarily crippled.

Maybe I should be more politically correct in the usage of that term.

Nonetheless, it is descriptive of what I am referring to without so many words. So, I have, for the past two weeks (coming into my third) been bound by a set of crutches to make myself mobile. I wish I had a more adventurous story to relate when people ask me how it happened. No, I did not attempt some groundbreaking dance moves. No, I did not injure myself in a hiking/rock-climbing/pole-dancing or anything remotely more/less interesting than that.
I was walking in a well populated, very developed area in a tame suburban area smack in the middle of KL where the closest, most exciting activity there is bowling; I missed a step, slipped and landed awkwardly on my left foot, in my high heels. Sigh. I can see the disappointment in people when I tell them what happened. They’re expecting some grand and adventurous story, because apparently people don’t just slip and fall in the city. Because at least then, the injured foot that led you to be immobile and home-bound for 3 weeks, was all worth it. I guess I am inclined to agree. I am lame.

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Death by Peter Drucker

Park your damn car properly

Yeah, I’m talking about you.

Movie : The boat that REALLY rocked :)

This was SUCH a good show.

Loved it. Absolutely loved it. I am somehow inclined towards Working Title films it seems. Pride and Prejudice (Keira Knightley), Love Actually, Atonement, Notting Hill… Although I do wish for the day that Hugh Grant’s hair died along with that Four Wedding and a Funeral movie.

Its about a pirate radio rock station – Radio Rock – that played only rock music 24hours a day, in an era where BBC relied on orchestras and bands playing in their studio, playing classical music or the likes. It’s fictitious but has similarities to a real pirate radio station called Radio Caroline.

I love Bill Nighy.

The man is brilliant and sexy. Go figure. Maybe we should do a tribute on old, sexy men one day.

This is what I would call a feel good movie. Kenneth Branagh was pretty awesome in this as well. And Emma Thompson! Who would’ve thought she would play such a role, but she did and man, did she deliver! Nanny McPhee or not, Emma Thompson is ace in my books.

The sole Kiwi guy on board the ship (1st poster on top left corner, that geeky looking chap) reminds me so much of a really good friend of mine, I just can’t help but burst out laughing every time he does or say something. (Sorry, Cam) If I’m not mistaken, this is the same guy in Flight of the Conchords. Well, in the show that is. The link is to the duo but I’m sure you’ll find your way around from there.

I don’t understand Rhys Ifans supposed “charm” though. How he got to be one of the sexy DJs on the ship, I just can’t figure. I do like him in Notting Hill though, in an odious sort of way.

There is something about that era that you just have to love. The clothes, colour, how happy everybody seems so happy to be gathering around a tiny little sound box listening to the radio, dancing around it and just being carefree. I like. This is what you don’t see in these days and time. We’re all too busy trying to be somebody that we are not – embodying the epitome of the word poyo.

Anyway, great ensemble cast. Love the script. Set up looked great and they apparently borrowed some of Radio Caroline’s original equipment from the heyday.

Movies like this one makes me very happy.