Claustrophobia Sets In

I went for my first ever MRI in my life today, and I must say it was quite an experience. Didn't need contrast material because it didn't have to be go too detailed. The machine itself was a lot smaller than I had previously imagined (from watching too much House) and I almost couldn't fit.

By the time I got in I was staring at a plastic ceiling with a speaker about 5 cm from my face, and it kind of felt like a coffin. I had to stay really still but my breaths started getting heavier.

This is probably the first time I have ever truly felt what claustrophobia was like, and I must say it's not nice at all. Hopefully I'll never have to do that again.

I was recently introduced to a show by John, a biopic about Chinese martial art folk action movie hero Bruce Lee. Since streaming from a Chinese site sucked like a cheap whore (pardon the expression), I went out and got myself the DVDs.

It's something I could spend my time on, beyond the re-dubbing, lousy acting by the angmohs and the songs that were so full of cheese they actually became full of win.

Pity I couldn't write more because I've been actively trying to numb myself lately, spending over two thirds of a day lying down somewhere because sitting too long brings the pain in the ass back, so I'll start writing meaningful stuff when I stop walking like an ah peh.

Or you could say I never wrote anything meaningful before so it would be a good start.