Rechannelling energy.

I've got nothing to do today except to supervise electrical rewiring of the house and play squash later on, so I'll just blog as constructively as possible.

They say boys become men in the army, I think I've become more pampered and 'shao4 ye2' at home. Today, I washed my footwear for the first time in a year. And I'm very glad I didn't get my mum to wash it, too unbecoming of me. Haha.

I couldn't stand the stench of my sandals when I wore it in my room. I initially thought it came from some rotting food, then it became obvious when I sniffed towards my feet. I took it to the toilet, drenched it with dettol, slotted my feet into it for a more snugly attrition. Scrubbed the interior with stiff bristles and rinsed. Should be smelling good now.

I borrowed this book 'Sri Lanka' and found something sick but interesting.
On description of the Sri Lanka island :
" Even more politically incorrect, the Portuguese Poet, Camoens, vividly described how :
Ceylon lifts her spicy breast,
And waves her woods above
the watery waste

A contour map will show just how accurate his image is, and the evidence of geology shows that Sri Lanka was indeed once under the sea, before it thrust itself skywards. "

It sure looks like a side view of the boob to me.