2 drafts are left hanging and I still haven’t got the time to get down to some real blogging.

And I believe it wouldn’t be tonight either.

It started out as a small itch at the back of my throat this morning, before I started with the occasional clearing of throat, before it became more frequent within the hour.

By late afternoon, I was almost coughing my lungs out, with my abdominal muscles reacting to the overexersion by cramping up badly.

Then, busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy. Boss bought lunch back. Busy busy busy rush rush rush.. oh shit, late for appointment, shoo boss outta office, walked to carpark, drove to meeting area, met up with client, meeting over-ran… fruitful but many things to do.. breathe breathe breathe cough cough cough cough.. headache came in.

By evening, the friends came and joined me after my meeting ended and I coughed more over a hilarious dinner at Clementi Road.

“I am going to Redhill, near IKEA there, how do I get there?”

So with me as the “GPRS” system in the passenger seat (if I wasn’t too big to fit onto the dashboard, I bet they would put me there with my ear suctioned to the windscreen) we battled the peak hour traffic with another vehicle following behind us.

When we finally reached Redhill area, approaching IKEA…..

“…. Not this branch!” the driver exclaimed.

“HELLO? Singapore only has 2 IKEAs, here and Tampines, and you said Redhill right?!”

“No.. the one near Shah Alam…”

“Shah Alam is in Kuala Lumpur!”

“No.. the one near the one your friends always pull wheelies one..(oh man, those were the days hor, Eileen and Mummy Cat?)..”

“ALAMEEN IS IT?”

“Ya ya!”

“KNN! IT IS BUKIT TIMAH!! WHERE GOT REDHILL YOU TELL ME?!”

And then he proudly declared to the car behind that his GPR(ahem, which is yours truly), failed on him.

Go get yourself a GPS, and then key in “Redhill” and see where the blardy thing brings you. ROAR!

So, we begun our journey towards Bukit Timah Road, through Holland Road, and just as we gonna turn at Clementi Road down to where we were supposed to head…

… “actually, the place closes at 8..”

It was 7.55pm on the clock.

I threw dagger stares “Then we go for what?!”

I called the driver behind, “Michael Schumacher just announced the place closes at 8, so let’s go dinner.”

So we turned into the immediate restaurant right next to the road, and headed in for the carpark.

And then….

……. I felt my side of the car was stuck when it was reversing into the parking slot, before I realised the obstruction was the right side of another car.

“OIIIIIIIIIIII! You just hit a car!”

I was greeted with a “Har?” with the accelerator still depressed in reversed gear.

“Drive there!!” I pointed forward and we stayed in a dark corner for a while.

After some time, the other driver got off his car, and was waved over by me.

I shared the joke and we surveyed the “damage”. Not dent, not much traces, and no damage.

We laughed all the way over dinner and you would have thought only YOURS TRULY would drive like that.

Tsk tsk tsk.

After laughing too much over dinner, I was feeling increasingly warm and uncomfortable, with the cough taking an awful turn, and the nose started dripping, and the throat sore. Then it was a warm night but I was having chills.

BAH!

So I was dropped off at the clinic.

I walked in and asked for a mask.

“Sorry, you have to buy. We don’t give.”

Okay. I shall cough cough cough cough cough cough cough.

Then it was my turn, a young chap was masked as he took my temperature. 37.0. No fever.

Throat sore.

Cough bad.

Nose runny.

Breathing okay.

So I got the flu. Don’t know what kind of flu, but flu.

I got a day MC off for tomorrow, and quickly board a cab to return home cos I just felt so… unwell.

I showered and staggered out of the bathroom, and my temperature went up to high 37s low 38s, even my pee felt warm.

So, knowing how my colleagues are all paranoid after a case of confirmed H1N1 in my office (office very big, so..) and their closed ones belong to the high-risk group, I asked, “So, not swine flu right?“, in case they cruxify me on the stick asked (you should have seen how aggressive they were towards 2 colleagues who were down with flu last week and insisted on going to work).

He stuttered a little and I knew he was going to downplay the severity of the pandemic (like how I am also pretty complacent about it because knowing it could pretty much be just a common flu), and he said he can’t confirm if it indeed is, cos even if it is, there is nothing to worry about, my body could fight it well myself, and most people recover.

He said the only way I could find out is I go to the hospital to take a test.

Before I went off, he wanted to say something before he stopped himself, and then continued, “Uhm, if you are feeling breathless at any point, please get yourself to the hospital, as it could be the severity of the symptoms.”

Nice. Very assuring.

I am just gonna take it as I am having common flu and not miss the important meeting tomorrow afternoon.

The MC isn’t of much use since my boss asked me to work from home tomorrow due to a firedrill.

“Don’t need to come in tomorrow…”

“Huh! Tomorrow or for good?” I gave an animated frown that would make Stephen Chow proud.

But it doesn’t stop the emails coming in.

Imagine clearing emails everyday due to a “You mailbox is almost full” warning..

3 weeks of full-on charging next week. August will be my make-or-break month.. Hohoho.

I am having too drugged a mind to actually write the 2 drafts of content I am supposed to come up with.

Woops.

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Marciano having sales, and I fell in love with another pair of come-fuck-me heels.

Tempting, tempting.

Why like that?!

Too much lust, too little poise and grace and backpower.

It must be the reason why I suddenly became sick. Lustsick.

Bummer. Doubt I can see Dong You and the mummies this weekend cos of the damn flu. -Sulks-

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It could just be too much escargots/oysters and good food at Hooha! yesterday night for a late dinner.

What happened on the back seat stays at the back seat. Hahaha!

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While looking at my blueblack today on my arm, I wondered why am I always so easily bruised, before I kicked something and stopped.

I had just walked into a granite wall.

Well done, Ting, well done!