Day 21: The Day I Slipped and Fell; The Day of Spit

The day was mild, as warm as the weather can get at this time of the year, but the streets were icy and slippery. I slipped a few times but had never fallen. Nope. Not even once due to the icy streets. However, just as I was thinking to myself on how great my balance was, as luck would have it (Bad, I presume.), I slipped and fell. Dang. I counted my chickens before they hatched.

The man walking beside me was so concerned, and said something (very long) in what I think is Swedish, which I believe was along the line of whether I was fine. Seriously, if I were back home and this happened, no one will give a flying hoot. They would just walk past, oblivious to the incident. Or maybe they would notice, but not care or simply stand and laugh.

I regret not buying SAF’s Gortex boots… They should have a much better grip on the icy ground.

Or maybe not.

Anyway, I’m thinking of getting my own internet connection instead of stealing borrowing bandwidth from some idiot goondu kind soul. At least this way I’ll be able to get a more consistent connection instead of waiting for the idiot goondu kind soul to be online. And even if he is, I may not definitely get a good connection. I’m such a *cough cough* nice person.

Getting internet is such a chore though. Since the web page is in Swedish, I cannot understand a single word. So that means I have to go down to the office in town and understand what plans they offer. And I don’t even have a clue where it’s located. Of course, they should have the location map on their website. But, you know, in Swedish hor, I catch no balls leh. After which, I have to email or call the Akademihotellet to arrange for them to arrange the connection for me.

Oh yes. Today marks the day of spit. I never thought I would ever type this. But it’s true! This morning when I was at the bus stop, I saw two girls smoking (a common sight here) but that wasn’t all. They were simply spitting on the ground like nobody’s business.

*Hack, hack. Ah... Ptui!*

It wasn’t only once, or twice but many times. The floor had so many spots where their spit landed. Was it a competition? Because it was not too long later, a boy joined in the fun. A-doi. Like very considerate like that. If we were back home, they could have been fined S$1000 leh.

And it happened again at the bus stop when I was heading home! The day of spit! Is it because of the cold?

Ah well. When in Rome…

Speaking of cold, my loose jaw joint hasn’t gotten any rheumatism. So sorry to disappoint some of my friends for betting that it would be more painful in the cold. I win.

To my assimilation of the culture! Cheers!