lymphatic overload
My lymph nodes are swelling again. This time, I have 4 swellings at the base of my skull and the back of my neck. Particularly the one on the right. It’s giving me a migraine. Ow. 
Coupled with a bad tummy for the last 2 or 3 days, I’m miserable.
Edgy, frustrated and miserable. The edginess could be that I’m seriously cutting down *bleep*. I’ve a new strategy, I go cold turkey for X hours, then when I break, the next time I go cold turkey it’ll be X times 2 hours. 
Long process but it seems to be working. I just had my first *bleep* in 12 hours. Sigh. I’m tired and hungry all the time now, I think it’s coz of the lymphatic infection.
Listening to this song, on a paltry, dreary afternoon such as this brings me somehow back to my PL days with the rest of the gang. All we did was spend time together as a PLC, watching movies, eating chicken rice at Far East, and planning, planning, planning. We had so many ideas, so many laughs, so many dramas between us. Over the years we grew to respect and care for each other a lot. It’s been over a decade and a half now, and the original crew has fragmented down to just Allan, Arden, Peter, ZiCong and Peter. ZiCong wasn’t a Scout but he was part of the family at the time. I remember once we went out after school, on one of those half days or something. We were traipsing along at Yaohan at Plaza Singapura after lunch or something. What we were doing there, I don’t remember but I think we were headed to the old underpass. We were laughing our asses off over some joke or other, and behaving like the typical noisy schoolboys that we were. We must’ve garnered some frowning faces from the adults around us at the time, they must’ve particularly frowned on ZiCong coz he was wearing his Prefect badge, Pete was wearing his Class Rep badge I think…. actually I think Arden wasn’t there but Jack was and everyone had a class rep, prefect or ava badge of sorts. I had the asst class rep badge. haha! Anyways, I think we were acting like clowns and I was going on and on (to Allan), “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Wo Yao!” Like a spoilt brat, and Allan was playing the dutiful, heartlander mother who was going berserk, Oriental Emporium style, and smacking her child (me). I think ZiCong was playing dad or something and we were just cracking up. (You’ve seen scenes like that I’m sure at your local Oriental Emporiums, haha!) So we were walking and behaving badly when ZiCong knocked into the mannequin, he turned around and went, “Oh. Sorry!” The mannequin was still rocking. 
We cracked up again. I’ll never forget that.
We met up again the other day, for dinner. Allan and his wife Debbie, Pete, ZiCong and a JiaHuan (their NTU friend). We had memories galore. We’re always reminicsing in a way or another, though not to as much a degree as I do. It was good.
Current Mood: 
tired
Current Music: Baby Can I Hold You - Tracy Chapman
