chi, makan, devour and savour

i returned to camp with a fitness level equivalent to zero and jumped into an intensive activity almost immediately last week. almost died. but i didnt, and survived to go prawning aka catch prawns using a rod and bait at bottletree for mid course cohesion. can you believe it? we are half way there, HALF WAY. and the training s ending in just a few weeks, meaning the tests naturally come. anyways, prawning wasnt easy and it took an expert to come and teach us a few tips for us to catch on a consistent basis. before that, i was practically prawn feeding with the bait.

but after hooking them up, i felt sorry for them. we, humans, are banking on the lack of intelligence of animals for food. it s the cunning and merciless nature of us, to trick them, to tempt them, and to play with them. it s soooo sinful. when i pulled the prawns out, i saw them struggling, so alive, and i had to remove the hook, which often still has the bait on it. they didnt even get a last meal! how sad.

and worse, we pierce a satay stick right through them when they are still alive and kicking, and then throw them on the smoking bbq pit! burnt alive. so much for wanting to eat fresh seafood. and i had my retribution the next day - diarrhoea the whole day.

the highlight was suppose to be up next. carnivore at chijmes. really nice place, chijmes i mean. felt like a mini victorian village where people just drink and make merry behind stoned walls. great ambience. the food at carnivore was not bad too, but 45 bucks might be quite overpriced. ok maybe becuase i had too many prawns before that and didnt have much space for more meat. however, the grilled meat were skillfully cooked and seasoned, served hot and in right proportions. we were quite neglected since we were sitting inside. the meat were flying about in the open outside. it was good nevertheless.

left slightly earlier to meet up with family at city square farrer park where they had putien buffet dinner to celebrate my dad s birthday. was too stuffed to stuff more. couldnt even down a slice of cake when we got home.

spent the whole saturday diarrhoea-ing, but still managed to squeeze some time out to gym in a bid to get my fitness back. sunday was just slacking at home watching the phillipine drama series! lol. it was like 4 hours?? had dinner, booked in early and missed THE MATCH. liverpool lost but at least with dignity. my blood s always red. the free spirited and devil-free shade of red.

YNWA.