Chapter 7: The place where I can have a piece of mind is definitely at the gaspers’ section in DOME. Though for the past couple of months ago, lawyers heckled me with questions as if being in a one-way mirrored room at the popo’s station under a supervision of an inspector who eats glass and bricks for lunch. Whatever, I thought - as those lawyers are actually the boys appointed by that reckless motorcyclist which ive got into an accident nine months ago. I have four – do the math!

Nine and he wants to cause such hassle by filing a case just to pocket a penny or two. I sat at the café with a book in hand; the endless pack of nicotine sticks inhaled one after another and of course, my usual cup of caffeine.

Currently my body is suffering from a drastic ache due to the lack of exercise six months back which now makes me the next ‘Walter Breuning’ in line.

Yes, I do need all the exercise I can get – moreover the Chinese New Year Reunion Dinner is just around the corner thus it wouldn’t look nice if I would constantly decline Aunt Agony’s chopstick full of dishes ready to attack empty bowls seen on the table. That’s definitely one heck of an agonizing situation caused by Aunt Agony who has a passion for tormenting ‘underfed’looking victims.

“Why on earth are you only eating greens, eggs and tou-foos?” said Katana Eyes as if ive just subscribed to a loosey-goosey evangelical magazine written by Neo-Puritans during our lunch break.

“Well, I need all the proteins I can get. According to my fitness trainer, he said that my muscle mass dropped like UBS AG back in 06!” She tersely said “Damn well you need all the proteins you can get, boy!”

Silence.