Yesterday evening, I boarded the train, to Outram, with something tugging at my brain and having a porridge factory for a stomach, after having felt that way ever since lunch... amidst all that I was feeling wintery be it in air-con or on the street...
Luckily I have some colleagues on the train to distract me from all these devils of pain, and the walk to meet Mas, Wei and guys at Chinatown was made easier, with Sgt WK helping with some nonsense along the way...
During dinner I tried to eat, since what's left of my lunch had been liquefied and somewhere in the sewer on the way to Ulu Pandan... but halfway through dinner the devils managed to get reinforcements and were picking on every part of me, and cold jokes weren't helping with the shivering that I was already enjoying...
On the way home, I was leaning and resting on anything that looked solid enough, and I walked home like a frog because my joints definately didn't feel like mine... Laying on the bed, under the blanket, sweating and shivering at the same time, yet I wasn't really cursing. Because I'm finally listening to j'Adore 崇拜. Feeling sick? Ces't la vie~
*Thanks man bro Wei and Mas, I forgot to say this during dinner... Merci~
Used my dad's industrial-grade degreaser to wash my bike chain and gears, it wasn't stated on the bottle that it shouldn't be used on painted surfaces, because not until I sprayed off all the gunk and the shiny bare metal became apparent among spots of any remaining black paint... well... at least my bike frame is unblemished, and my chain's really clean... sadness still~
静茹, music, Zen~
Fishing season 2007, now on a one-month long half-time break... Next time must treat Fishing Season like In-Camp Training and IPPT, must train or else will get very tired~~
Just one bun and one mug of Milo provided subsistence for yesterday; my dinner of plain steamed rice and stir-fried greens still came out as porridge from the other end... I can't stomach anything with even a nano particle of oil. At least the burning fever is no more...
