41. Satiated.

FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE.

Magnolia Oat Milk. Checked.
Koi's Ovaltine Flavoured Bubble Tea. Checked.

You know how those characters on Sims have their happiness and satisfaction level measured in percentage? My satisfaction percentage is now 50% cos two of my cravings have been satisfied (by Passion, no less), now we're just one boyfriend short of 100%.

Maybe I don't have H1N1 afterall. Maybe it's lovesickness!

40. Quarantine craves and raves.

QUARANTINE CRAVES AND RAVES.

The big joke has ceased being funny. I think this whole 'home quarantine' thing is getting into me, driving me up the wall and will sooner be the cause of my death than the illness itself. And the whole irony of me "resting" at home are get-well messages like this: "Hey Bell, drink lots of water ok? Get well soon! Rest well~ Oh & by the way, you have to do this..& this...& that..& that that THAT."

Ho hum.

Hmmm. Okayy, it actually isn't quite that big of a deal but it sucks to want/need something but you can't just slip into your flip-flops and head down to the convenience store downstairs to get it.

Like this.



Or this. (The ovaltine-flavoured one is to-die for!)


It sucks that the only source of fresh air you can get is by sticking your head out the window. It sucks when your fellow 'comrade' has to shoulder everything upon herself now that she has to work your share as well. It sucks even more that the boyfriend is discharged and home recuperating but you're milesss away and can't even indulge in a session of skype with him.

And there's only this much of activities you can do around the house without letting the fever aches get to you. I'm fast becoming a facebook addict and maniac blogger. This is what, my third entry in less than 24 hours?

That's a record. I haven't done that since Sec 2.

39. Nobody beats you.

DON'T BREAK MY HEART, AND I WON'T BREAK YOUR HEART SHAPED GLASSES.


I'm feeling bad,
For upsetting you.
I'm overwhelmed with sorrow;
If you can't forgive me today,
May I hope for tomorrow?

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I want nobody, nobody but you.
♥ you, Mister Junda Ng.

38. I should be so lucky.

EAT GRASS & CARDBOARD.



First it starts with fever, then sore throat. So I went to the doctor's and got some medication and thought I'll be in the pink of health again before long. But nooo, fever came and went, to a point I couldn't stand it any longer, I went to the doctor's again only to be determined that I have H1N1 (early stage, so hold unto to your seat, don't go scurrying to your family doctor just cos I last said 'Hi' to you yo). The flu swipe/swap hurts like a bitch!!! Imagine pushing a stick the length of a regular satay stick up and into your nose by force!?! And then wait for the results.

*Tweedle thumbs*
*Pace*
*Cough cough*
*Send out farewell notes*

I thought the 15 minutes wait was agonizing enough, that is, until I heard the total amount. I literally winced upon hearing the amount due. Solid. Don't need to eat good food for the next few weeks to come already. Hence the title: "Eat grass & cardboard".

WHAT. THE. FUCK. SUAY SUAY SUAY.

Buy Toto or 4D also not so lucky LAH!!!

I hear the birds chirping and buses and cars going by. And I'm up at this ungodly hour squeezing my throbbing brain dry just to come up with two decent (we're not even talking bout 'A' grade quality) essays for Microecons. And to give morning calls to Passion and Kelvin who were nice enough to stay up and accompany/help me. Oh my god. Five days of isolation at home. No work, no money. No boyfriend, no honey. Hahahahaha! That was said in the spur of the moment but alas, isolation or not, the boyfriend aka sick bird's still hospitalized under observation anyway. Crossing my fingers hoping it's nothing serious yo. :(

Get well soon, to us both, with love.

37. All hail oat milk!

They have Mongolia Magnolia (Hahahaha! Thanks for spotting the mistake lyn! Predictive text was on. I'm blogging from the phone!) Oat Milk at Biz Park!!! Woohoo! Kevin looked like god when he came over to me with a packet of it. Yay!!!

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On a not-so-happy note, the boyfriend's running a temperature & I'm all the way in school. Not that I can be of any help but ugh. I wish I was a nurse.

I'm screwed for Microecons. Die, die, die.

36. Swing Swing

WISTFUL.

Work is hot hot heat & blistered feet.
& mini waterfall of perspiration down my cleavage.

Bearable work is blasting The All Amercian Rejects on the speaker & sneaking away to blog.

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Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone new

Swing, swing, swing
From the tangles of
My heart is crushed
By a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again?

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35. Aching feet.

THROW UP YOUR ARMS INTO THE SKY, YOU AND I.

The restaurant has been experiencing a tremendous influx of guests, thanks to the "Power of Media & Marketing". And typical Singaporean If-it-appeared-on-tv-then-I-must-try-or-risk-losing-face kiasu-ness.*

*Model Example: Typical 'cheapskate' family who dined at the restaurant last night. " You could be so lucky, lucky, lucky, luckyyy~!" Considering how other guests had to call not one, but two days in advance to make a reservation; you had us squeezing you in whereupon we could've easily turned up our nose and turned you away.

To make things worse, you vile old witch, you insulted us by asking if we serve RICE. Hello aunty, do we look like the "Tze Char" stall at newton circus hawker centre? And despite all my recommendations, you insists on having the simplest no-brainer items from the kid's menu. -.- Like? Fish 'n' Chips. And you stinge on starter and dessert. ONE bowl of soup to be shared among FOUR people?! Even the equation disgusts me as I type it out. And I suppose the food wasn't enough for you cos it took you HALF a fish to realize that it was oh-too-salty and had us replace a whole new slab of snapper for you.

And you still had the cheek to play haughty by complaining about the "poor service". To think I bestowed upon you my sweetest smile all along and made sure your water glasses was topped up and you were comfortable. ARGH. Poor service is dumping a whole jug of icy cold water onto your husband's lap so his family 'heirloom' aka balls can experience the wonders of Antarctica when you complained it was too hot yes.

I can take constructive criticism, but only if it justifies and in your case, cheapskatesss, it doesn't.

Over just one weekend, I broke my nail (never mind what remains of the 'manicure'), scalded my hand, suffered outbreaks, washed enough plates and utensils to cater for half of Africa and ran to and fro sooo much, the arch of my feet hurts. And poor Cherlyn has to go through that for consecutive 3 - 4 days. I take my hat off to you yo.


I hope business remains this good and not what you'd call a "one-off" thing. But we need more staff. Right now we're biting off more than we can chew.

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All mine.
Helmet on the left? Mine.
Helmet on the right belongs to soldier;
Soldier = mine.

So ultimately mine.

What logic right. (:

34. This boy's mine, so is the helmet.

MY ARMS WON'T FREE YOU; MY HEART WON'T TRY.

In the few days that I was gone from the cyberworld, I:

1. Spent time with someone I ♥ .
2. Got a spanking beautiful new helmet. (mine, mine, mine! woot~)
3. Painted both my finger and toe nails.
4. Dyed my hair a deep shade of Burgundy.

Point 1 & 2 fills me with happiness that threatens to ooze from my pores. Point 3 leaves me almost close to disgust cos of the poor "paint job" and Point 4....argh. I'm not particularly thrilled about Point 4.

From a supposed Redhead, I became "carrot-top" which in turn made me look no different from the 'Ah Lian' sitting next to me at the bus stop and now I'm a Blackhead. No, that doesn't sound quite right. Different connotations yo. What I'm saying is that my hair is just that inch away from being Jet Black. I might wake up and scream at the sight of myself in the mirror tomorrow morning. It needs much getting used to.

I miss my Black micro fibre cloth. :(
Carelessness led to me scouting the whole of Tampines Mall only to be stuck with a ugly maroon cloth that is of a 'sub-standard' (in my opinion) compared to the initial one I had.
I don't even know where or when it fell out!

33. Lunch w Soldier.

Who has had the honour of having four hot soldiers (only one is hot, actually) in Smart 4 dining with them in the middle of the day?

I have, I have, I have!!!

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:D

I can die happy now.
Eventhough the food was bland & your 'hor fun' sucked.

32. Shopping for office wear.

WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR T-SHIRT ON.

Puntuality has never been my virtue but today was the ultimatum. I broke the record with an atrocious (not 5 seconds nor 5 minutes) 5 hours late record. Hahaha! Terrible + horrible + hopelessness. My conscience is gnawing at me, yes. Especially when the shopping partner waited without so much more than a "Your babe is pissy" comment and so patiently picked out clothes for me and played lackey by carrying my bags, purchases and whatnots while I try on clothes.

But.

Shopping for office wear is sucha choreee. The top is perfect, then we can't find the bottom, then we found the perfect bottom but the top just doesn't go. Argh! After much deliberation, we decided on pants cos all the cookie-cutter girls will be in skirts, no? I don't want to look like a product of mass production. Eventhough I know someone prefers me in skirts.

Why must there be a certain "conduct" of dressing/dress code for office, presentations and all that jabberwocky? Shouldn't our dressing reflect our personality? I don't particularly fancy formal office wear yo. Maybe only during sex. Hahahaha!

Oh, and we ended up with purchases that we should never have laid our eyes upon.

(Blogger's eating up the pictures so no photos!)

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3 more days to Wednesday.

I grow to miss you more & more.
& then I'll need you more & more.
Not good yo.

31. 700 minutes to write 2000 words.

700 MINUTES TO WRITE A 2000 WORD ESSAY.

That gibberish was derived from two separate issues; a new 700 minutes free talk-time plan and a 2000 word essay due...later today.

They're a part of the list, things that I miss
Things like your funny little laugh
The way you smile, or the way we kiss

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I really, really miss that someone.

"Damn you, H1N1! I totally, absolutely hate, hate, hate you!!!"