lean mean eating machine

a rather sway cycling trip to changi village, but lucky in a different way. banged by a car on my right arm once, missed 3 more cars by an inch, all thanks to their unclear intentions and them not signalling. still, we reached our destination only to be greeted by good food; pork cutlet noodles and the special red tea jelly longan desert, which were awesome. after that, we proceeded to east coast mac where i had a milkshake. in the passing, we saw people burning stuff and offering to sea gods: the nine brothers. interesting as the fire was almost 3metres high, and sadly, i don't know of this tradition although i'm in the navy. finally, the sprint back with allan was crazy but fun, only for me to meet with a back tyre punctured nearing the end, so i pushed my precious back the last 2km. well, to end things on a high, the teh peng never tasted this good before. anyway, did i mention that we ate dinner before we started our voyage and woke up for a heavy breakfast the first thing next morning? heh...

my conscience still pricks me, amidst the shagness, i still lie in fear of what happened and can't sleep. i don't deserve such grace at all...