Things didn't go well today. I had intended to spend my last day of bus concession to hit Suntec before roaming around Singapore on buses.

Things didn't feel right as i started waiting for bus 70. It got worse when i arrived at the mall. I made a half-assed effort to do some shopping before settling down on the benches near the fountain.

I decided to cancel the rest of my plans, head home & get some rest. After a wet & dizzying wait, 133 finally came. Along the way back, to my surprise, many old ladies boarded. 'Peak' hour crowd. The bus bounced, i contemplated whether to alight for a rest on solid ground or sit it out.

Then i threw up. Not much, fortunately. A little more than a mouthful. Got off at the next stop. Heard a girl at the door saying on the phone "this guy on my bus...". I guess she saw what happened to me, especially since i still held most of stomach's contents in my mouth.

I walked to the only visible drain at a carpark back alley & emptied the contents. Waited for more, but none came. I guessed correctly, it was the banana milk i'd drunk this morning.

Boarded the next less crowded 133, i stood facing a girl dozing in her seat. She looked like an old colleague of mine. Seeing her attire & what she was holding, i started judging her. Pretty well to do, family has a car, probably attached.

Her shoes were nice, i noted. Some unique material that clearly wasn't cavas, yet didn't shine like pvc.

When i alighted, i walked to see her full face. I would have jumped had i been feeling better. That girl was Jue Ling. She seemed relatively the same as i last saw her, but if it was possible, she looked taller sitting down.

So here i am, at home. Down with a fever. I wonder if Jue Ling had anything to do with my temperature.