It started with prolonged fatigue.

... and ended with a nagging cold and a throbbing pain down the throat.

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As I sleep-walked toward the destination along Somerset, this ang-moh doing an awkward little dance to the numbers blasting from the musical instrument of his performer neighbor singled me out and passed me a little piece of paper no bigger than the palm of my hand. He also said something but the din of the mob area and the incoherent state I was in mashed up the string of words effectively.

As I (sleep)dragged myself along without missing a beat, I stared down at the piece of printed advertisement. It read:

LOSE WEIGHT FAST
(blah blah blah.......)

Rao.