Sick

SIGH. Sore throat.

There was a period of time, some two months ago, when I went to bed each night hoping with all my might that I would wake up ill the next day. That has passed, and now, just when things are looking up, I've a sore throat. Two days and the pain is still here. I can't sleep anymore, and yet I don't feel up to doing much.

And I can't run. There goes the effort of the past 3 weeks.

After trying to sleep/ watch weird TV shoes/ read, I decided that I had enough of throat-misery, and decided to cheer myself up with a new blog template. Well, it's not particularly new- ripped off my New York City blog... but I've always liked that entire layout, its colour, fonts and all. Whatever pleases me. I had to edit out the irrelevant parts of the NYC templates, including deleting all the pictures of the sidebar under the Life@NYC & Singaporean Cravings headers... it's not like the other blog is gone, but it made me strangely sad. It felt like I was making a final cut, cutting NYC out of my present life. Oh well. There were pretty memories, ugly memories, all memories. Things to be grateful for, things to be regretful about, many many things.

Upon reading that my mum doesn't allow me to buy Kelloggs cornflakes, my friend decided to buy me a BIG box from NTUC, much to my amusement... but it's so big, how on earth am I going to hide it from my mum?

Anyway, feeling quite shitty from the sore throat, I dumped it on my desk before lying down to rest on my bed. A few minutes later...

Maid: Your mummy is home! Quick, hide your cornflakes.

Me: *thinks* I'm too sick to care if she sees it. I'm so sick. She won't scold me. I don't care. I don't want to move. I'm not moving.

Mum (outside my door): Chengwei, mummy's home. How are you? Open the door.

Maid: You ah.... *shoves box of cornflakes under the desk before opening the door.'

I love my maid. She's sick too and we share a room. Hope we don't make each other more sick.

Well, just to add some colour to the post, photos from Pet's Birthday. The theme was 'seven' and I did stick to the theme by wearing exactly 7 things (although es would count a pair of earrings and a pair of shoes as 2 things each, and insist it's 9 things.)

Mini-A15 class reunion - Weixiang, To, Petrina, Estelle, Christina, Me, Engsiang

This is the pretty birthday girl, Petrina. So many memories. Being transferred from A14 to A15 together in J1 / two equally tall girls who can literally see eye to eye / Thomson-YCK dwellers who take 855 home from school / Perfect pal to share biscuits with- she would eat only the icing of the biscuit, while I would eat only the base. (You know those biscuits with bright colourful icings on top?) Ahh. I miss Pet.