Feel the Heat

I have a love-hate relationship with getting sick.

Love when the weighing machine tips anti-clockwise by 3 pointers. Albeit it's an unhealthy way of shedding the kgs. But still. It works faster than my crash and burn workout/diet regimes. Huhu.

Anyway, I will only remain at that elusive weight until whatever I eat/drink does not taste like bitter mucus. Which is soon. Today I could tell I'm eating bits of meat in the begedil and not my own nose bog.

Love the transformation of my voice to sexy-raspy Ella. But some people might just call it sengau or phelm-coated larynx.

Hate getting sick because there will be millions of microscopic oompa-loompas stomping around my brain in spiked boots.

Hate getting sick because it will prove Mum's hypothesis about me eating unhealthily to be true. But it's so not true. I've got an upper respiratory viral infection (i love diseases with chim names. it helps generate more pity :D ) and I cannot see link between my eating LJ's Chicken Bonanza Meal more than home-cooked food related in any way. She feels triumphant nonetheless because Mums knows best -__-

And oh yes, $46 flew right into the clinic's ka-ching for a mere 5 minutes diagnosis. Yucks. But I'd rather pay that much than $15 for some stupid paracetomol, long queues and dingy waiting areas with no aircons at the polyclinic.

And you know, some people say that when you fall sick, you have to be thankful because it shows that God remembers you and it's His way of showing that He cares about you.

Hmmm.

I love blogging! I feel so empty just by thinking how much I'm starving this blog.......

And is it just me or do I see an influx of bob-hairs nowadays? Like at every turn, regardless of age and face shape, I could spot at least 3 women with the same hairdo. Ergh. It irks me when I am caught in the middle of an ongoing trend. I want to be original! (attention seeker speaking)

I think it's time to bleach my hair purple.