MiSseD by inChEs

Almost kena bird-shitted.
Was looking for an empty table with a colleague during lunch time at the cafeteria below our office.
Spotted table in question and stood there for a moment to discus what we were going to order.

All of a sudden, a splatter of purplish pink semi-liquid thingy descended upon the table inches from me. We looked up and saw a mynah perched high above. with its butt in the air.

Realisation hit us like thunder and we moved away rapidly (with me cussing). Thankfully, the 'output' missed me *shudders*

I now will look warily up before I seat myself down at a table downstairs.

ViRal LaDeN

What a way to fall sick when I have an exam on Sat.

ThE hoSSan LeOng ShoW

Had a good dosage of scarsam and witty fun on Saturday.
Was at the Drama Centre at the National Library Bugis with the BF and his pals from SIM. The event?

The Hossan Leong Show!

Peppered with a variety of comedy and paraody such as the Iron Chef (with a true blue japanese theater actor) and a motley crew of contestants (maids) hailing from China (sultry, high pitched complete with moss thick underarm hair), Thailand (a 'kup ka' sprouting ladyboy played by Chua Enlai), Indonesia (an ironing fanatic who loves her k-drama) and the Phillipines (played by Hossan Leong sporting a bowl haircut with a penchant for fist fights and instant mee).

'Can you tahan..ahan..ahan' is a spoof the real-life Subaru Challenge where contestants brave day, night, sun and rain with their palm plastered on a car to outlast each other. At the show, the contestants are down to a yoga guru and a straitlaced accountant firmly fixed to an electric motorbike (a prize that went to a lucky audience in the show via a random lucky draw) while the tired host just wants to go home and came up with wacky ideas to make one (or both) contestants to simply just give up.

Other highlights include the huanted IRAS tale where restless spirits are shown the light to heaven and Hossan's brand of stand-up comedy that was brillantly satisfying.

The little segment which pokes fun at a new MP in the marine parade GRC line up got a little tiresome towards the end. The Chestnuts (another theatrical comedy) version of the retro-ish Ribena advert was much more refreshing. As with a lot of such theatre drama, politics is topic that is being mocked up endlessly but still at the Hossan Leong show, a couple of gems shone through.

Well worth the tix price though the aircon seems a little on the light side or was it 'cause we were luffing too hard?

WheRe HaVe aLL ThE CabS gONe?

My sentiments indeed.

Waited for close to an hr for a cab yesterday after work.

Called, app-ed and flagged to no avail.

Downright pissed and tired.

CaSt anD CoNcreTe

I voted for Economic Stability.

sIcK

Nursed a horrible throat inflammation + fever on Sunday all the way through to yesterday. Even though, I am now typing out this blog entry in the office, I am feeling slightly wobbly and generating tons of phelgm mush.

And I have 2 tooth extractions this coming Monday.

Anyways, the main point of blogging this is to rant my frustrations about being sick for 3 days straight.

I started experiencing heavy-headed syndrome on Saturday (was musuem hopping at National Museum and MBS) and than developed into cold shivers on Sunday. Fever broke through the night and dragged myself to see the doctor in the morning. 

Took medicine and KO-ed. Sequence repeated itself thrice. Only ate watery rice + veg soup and slept ALOT. Such that when night time came, I had trouble knocking off.

The alternative hot and cold shivers was the worst of the lot. One moment I would be clamouring for cover and the next I can't wait to kick it off the bed. I would awake in the afternoon sweaty yet skin feel cold to the touch.

This carried through the NDP holiday *boo hoo* cannot go out jalan jalan =.=

During the moments, I wasn't sleeping I would be:

1) Bent over the washroom basin trying my darnest to puke out phelgm. It has the irritating cloyness to stick to my throat resulting in hoarse vocals.

2) Logging on to Facebook but soon enought juz looking at my mobile gave me a wave of nausea

3) Feeling sorry myself . Such a total waste of time doing nothing.

FruItS fOr BrEEkY

A slice of rock melon that is way bigger than my smile. Thank goodness it tasted sweet.