The Pill That Cures

I love chicken feet. I mean cooked chicken feet of course. I dont know if you aliens out there eat chicken feet as well. When I say feet, I mean the whole feet with its claw.
My mum doesnt like cooking chicken feet, but my father and I enjoy eating chicken feed at this Chinese stall. Yummy. They have this chicken feet cooked until they are so tender, so tender you can just suck the whole flesh off the bones. Some choose to fry the feet. Crunchy.
But I still love chicken feet cooked with salted pickled vege a.k.a "kiam chai" in Hokkien.

Well, lets move a few inches above the feet- the leg. Talking about leg, I strained my muscle after one week of cycling up that bloody Kastura campus slope. Now I understand why those Japanese students would choose to push their bic up the hill instead of cycling on it. Well one of the reasons is that their bics are not as good as mine (how many gears? err.. back (6) x front (?) = ?? gears). hehehehe.
You guys must be thinking that riding down that slope must be easy and fun with that gravity sucking you down to flat land.. NO, NO, if you are not properly trained, or a degree holder in Physics , NEVER TRY neh. Never let your bicycle goes down with that speed. Kinematics tells you that final velocity,V equals u+gt ). Thus, do the math - what is V after 5 mins of time elapse. ( for those who unfamiliar with g, let me tell you that g is gravitational acceleration, 9.81m/s/s, althought it might be faster now after that super-earthquake in Acheh ). Eh, am i right ? I just blufffed you.

Let me tell you another short anecdote, nothing to do with feet or leg.
Until now, I still couldn't figure out which bus I should take in Katsura station to go home.I took the wrong bus last week. I ended up being the last one in the bus. Thank god, the last stop is at Takashimaya (not the Takashimaya in Shijo). This Takashimaya is really "big", it will make you wanna go home and cry. Aiya, back to the bus story. It is just about 10 mins walk from Takashimaya to my apartment. So I walked back in that cold night, occasionally, being irritated by those night-rider with exhaust pipe problem. F*ckg Ah beng.

Today, actually just now , I was hanging with 3 of my best Malaysian friends in the town (pssst, one of them asked me whether her legs were beautiful in her new pair boots..., not bad lar, Convent girl), and I missed the last bus from Shijo back to my apartment. I had no choice but to take the Hankyu train to Kastura Station and then from there by bus back to my apartment.
Guess what. The brainier part of my 2 halves brain was telling me that I should try another bus company. I did listened to the left part, and headed to Keihan Bus bus stand. Politely, I asked a Japanese lady, whether bus no 23 will pass by the bus stand near Video One (near my apart). BI-DE-O WAN?? HAI HAI. DAIjyoubu.

Surely at this point I guess you know what I am going to tell you in the next sentence. YES< I was in the wrong bus again. Hell... and this bus was taking me deeeeeeeEeeeeeeep...into the bamboo forest, where once the pandas used to live before they decided to move to China- coz they dont like the sushi country.
My nerves kicked my reflex to press the button. I WANT TO GET DOWN NOW.
DAIJYOUBU your head ! 160 yen was gone, and I was in the middle of nowhere.

The real culprit was my right side brain. I thought NAKAYAMA was same as KOKUDO NAKAYAMA. Both are NAKAYAMA, so i thought different company label the bus stop slightly differently. Hell, I was so wrong, I do not want to listen to any DAIJYOUBU lady any more.

Here, I am sitting in front of my computer complaining again.
And my legs, they worked too much today.