Food poisoning outbreak! Actually it may be gastric flu but I hope not. All I know is that I and about twenty others were down on Saturday afternoon with fever, diarrhoea and muscle cramps. I slept 17 hours, a first in my life.

Now I feel more rested than I have the whole year, actually, which reminds me of what a sermon where the pastor said that sometimes when God makes you lie down in green pastures, it means He really has to force you to do it. The illustration was of how shepherds apparently twist the sheep's ear to make it lie down, haha. So sometimes illness is like a twist of the ear. Though I am more inclined to think this is just a random evil of a fallen world, as I haven't been doing very much that requires three days of rest.

History of floorball violence: so far, two bruises, one on each knee. Plus a cut on the eyelid from getting whacked by a stick. Now people normally think that wearing glasses during contact sports is dangerous, but, really, I owe the safety of my eye to the fact that my glasses took the brunt of the force. All the same, I will wear contact lenses next time in case the hit is straight on rather than side on, which might make break the glasses and cut my eye. Apparently that happened to my friend when she played squash last time. Her story has totally converted me to wearing contacts, even though it means I can't see the ball too well, as the contacts don't correct for astigmatism.

So far I've written three essays and I wonder if I've written anything that makes sense. Really, I have no clue until I get them back. We don't discuss anything about essay-writing in uni. Everyone's supposed to know how to write one. Sometimes it's easier not to see so many things because then you only have to arrange your points, not sort out which points you want, which in the past always took me ages.

Next week the youth leaders are going jungle trekking in Malaysia. I wonder if I should join them? It's been ages since I saw real, wild greenery, not the civilised stuff they have over here. Of course I appreciate Singapore's garden city, which helps make the humid environment a little more endurable, and the sense that one is walled in by concrete a little more bearable.