You'll take me to Your quiet waters
You'll raise me up on eagle's wings

Bummer.
The whole week I was so occupied with getting myself hurt through the oddest means, unintentionally of course.


It started first on Sunday when I was carrying this thing, I dont know what it's called so I cant google/wiki it.. but it looks like this:
(Disclaimer: 10kg is a normative determination)
So anyway, I lifted about 40cm above ground while trying to walk towards Joshua to make out what he was saying, the bottom of the foul object detached and dropped on my right foot. Well, you can guess the rest of the story. The right foot was left bruised and swollen.

On Wednesday, Zee came over to my place before we hit town. There's this blasted curb that I kept tripping over when I first moved here. But I have not tripped over it for a record of 2months until Wednesday. It happened - in the most unglamorous fashion. Zee just stood helpless (exlcaimed, "OMG" and laughed, I think) before picking up my wallet/phone. I acquired a twisted left ankle, bruised left knee, and minor scratches. That was 2 days ago, but my left ankle still hurts and I can't point or rotate, though I'm pretty sure its not a sprain.

Thursday saw the most uncommon, even peculiar, custom for hurting your leg - getting kicked by a hard stone shoe - men's leather work shoes. Yes, a shoe, I kid you not.
It remains uncomprehendable why a working man would wear such heavy shoes to work. He was oblivious to the fatal wound he left on me, since the train was crowded and he was 'merely shuffling with the train crowd and inevitably would gently brush others' ankles". That gentle brush cut the left ankle, and begot a swell too.

In addition to that, I wanted to match my red tee with red shoes, so I wore my mom's red Birkenstocks that were too small, and hurt the ridge of my toes. I have ugly red patches across the part of both my feet now.

And that made my awesome week.