Wednesday - on the wheels again

School's rubbish again. Gastrointestinal imaging lectures. And guess what. The lecturer went all crazy over X-rays that looked interesting (to him, anyway) such as AIDS small bowel, and other esoteric parasitic infestations.

What's the point when we hardly get to learn what we really need to learn?

Classmates depressing the hell outta me. Feeling like I don't exist, while they keep on yakking about drama serials I haven't heard of, schoolwork that's beyond what I know. I feel lost. Slinked out of conversation, busied myself messaging and blogging on the phone.

Short day for me today. Didn't need to go to NUH in the end.

Square 2, a new shopping mall sandwiched between Tan Tock Seng Hospital and Novena Square is open, and I was numbly walking through it, trying to feel something. Maybe the bright lights will cheer me up? Maybe.



There's this shop that sells rice balls (pick a type of rice, pick 5 ingredients, and they mush it all up into a ball) that had been attracting long queues at any hour of the day. Looks interesting, but a quick Google search revealed that it was over-hyped.

Continued walking numbly, like a robot, an automation, one foot ahead the other, wash, rinse, repeat. Why do I feel that way? I dunno.



Browsed through some books at MPH bookshop, and boy oh boy have I not been browsing through fiction of late, as all the titles on display appeared foreign and unfamiliar. Have I been out of touch with reality for so long? Japanese-supermarket-syndrome. (Cue Lost In Translation scene.) Numbed out again.

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Whiled my time away at home in front of the computer. Feeling way less numb now. Yay. Online-forum therapy is strangely effective, and I'm not afraid to admit it. It's not an addiction, for it's more like the urge to lay on the sofa with a good DVD playing on the TV, rather than the desire for let's say, a cigarette.

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Pumped the tyres, oiled the chain, and off I go for a bicycle ride! Haven't did one in a month, owing to the crazy posting since a month ago which didn't even allow me the time or energy to keep up with proper sleep or hygiene or whatever.



And I'm back. With a vengeance. Obviously I've lost alot of fitness. The speedometer reads 3 numbers lower now. That's a freaky decline, and it's sorta depressing how badly that posting messed up with everything. Not just my schedule. But. My body. My mind.

I feel inadequate as a cyclist. I don't even know if I can call myself one anymore, considering how slow I was.

But it's OK. I'll regain my powers. I promise. There's no saying no, right?



Weather's threatening. But I'll make it.



And as if to tell me not to bother berating myself over my reduced fitness, the speedometer died on me, for the third time. It's been erratic for a few months but this time, it conked out totally.

Time to get a new one, anyway.

And yes, I did survive the ride in one piece, though aching, but at least it didn't rain on me!