–post blogging note: long post ahead. Better get a drink before attempting to read… haha..)–
Ok. I’m bored. Thats why I’m blogging…
Rufus is barking away like a mad dog. Its funny how “macho” he sounds now… as compared to 3 weeks ago, when he was botak. Its as if he lost his manhood(well, not that he has it…). All he did was to hide in his basket and shiver whenever we called him. Silly dog.
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My tummy is giving funny rumbling sounds. No. I am NOT hungry. I think its just complaining cos its not well. And crap, I had spicy tandori chicken just now.
And well, I had a freak fever yesterday nite. Pop down to Arab St in the afternoon, walked around. Came back. Felt pukish. Helped mopped the place. Felt pukish. Took a shower. Felt pukish. Had 2 tablespoons of porriage with chai po egg, salty beancurd, preserved olive leaves. Felt pukish. Came up to my room to talkcomplain to the bf and he told me to rest. Felt pukish. Jumped into bed to read my new book. Continued feeling pukish. And then it came. What else? The fever lah.
I tell you, it was probably one of the worst fevers I’ve gotten in a long time. I thought I was having dengue again! Eeek.
I popped 2 Panadols and snuggled under my quilt. I tossed and turn for like 1/2 hour. I guess I’m so used to the late nights(I sleep at 2am almost every nite and last nite, I was in bed at 8.30pm). And I was tossing and turning to find that ideal position that would make me fall into a deep sleep while keeping me warm under the quilt. Yes. Some of the positions were quite ridiculous. But yes, soon I drifted off into lala land.
And dreamt the most ridiculous dream. I think the fever really made my mind go crazy. And I think I must be obsessed with beads because I kept dreaming of beads and in my dream, all I did was to make earrings. TONS and TONS of earrings. Non stop. My mind kept going. This bead matches this bead. Ah. This colour goes well with this. This is awful. This is pretty. etc etc…
And then, I got woken up at exactly 11.58pm. Some bloody alarm went off. Someone’s house alarm. By then, my fever was almost gone. Phew. And I was sweating like a pig perspiring. And when the alarm stopped blaring, I slowly drifted back into lala land.
But another dream had to ‘keep’ me entertained. This time, I was on holiday. With the parents. And our last stop together was in LA. And that was when I found out that my parents were leaving me in LA, while they take a flight to Perth. Apparently, they decided that it was best that I stayed in UCLA and studied there. So they dumped me outside the school and told me that I had a hostel room waiting for me and that I should finish my last year of studies in UCLA.
Hur hur hur hur hur…. What a silly dream. And what ensues in my dream was a big ‘adventure’ which I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in reading about. So I shall be nice and spare you. 
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And so, I woke up at 10am this morning. A full 13 hours of sleep. I have never slept so long! I guess I’m not a big worshipper of sleep. Many people I know, love their sleep. And some would sleep for 12-14 hours at a go. Some would find any opportunity to sleep. Some have a timing they have to sleep by, or no matter how much sleep they have, they’ll still be a grumpy old bear the next day.
Me? I think 7 hours of sleep is sufficient for me. Sometimes, 6 hours is fine too. And I can sleep at anytime too. I dunno. Perhaps its the training I had when I was young. My parents are firm believers of ‘early bird catches the worm’ and I remember having to wake up really early when I was a kid. Yes. Even on Sats, when it was a day I could sleep in. Suns are for church… so i still have to get up early anyway. So, perhaps I’ve adapted over the years.
But yes, thank goodness God is so good to me. I can have lesser sleep but still NOT have eye bags or dark eye rings! Phew!
Ah, but the lack of sleep did haunt me twice during this recent exams. Slept at 1am and was up at 545am. Felt utterly lousy when I was attempting the paper. Bleh. I vow to sleep earlier for my next exams!
Anyway, don’t you think sleeping is a waste of time? Sometimes I do. haha… Don’t kill me. Maybe thats why when I’m sick, I sleep for such a longgg time. My body’s probably protesting about my lack of sleep and is getting back all it’s worth!
Oh well…
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I miss the Spider. haha… I seriously have no idea how I’m gonna survive next sem. Bleh. Tell me how?
On the other hand, its interesting how we’re the ‘oh-so-i-see-you-in-sch-so-dun-need-to-go-paktoh-during-weekends kind of couple.
And so. Next sem is gonna be a little bit different. We shall see as time goes by… Unless something more interesting comes along… muahaha…
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Today is Gelares Day!
And though I was still a little dizzy. JL came around my place in the afternoon(to collect stuff from the exam mayhem!) and asked if I was okay enough to go out for Gelares.
How could I decline such a wonderful offer?
And considering I was surviving on Ribena and Smoked Almond nuts(cos they’re salty and taste fabulous to someone whose taste buds are dead!) the whole morning… I thought… why not?
And off we went to the Siglap branch.
Yum yum. We split a huge waffle, he had vanilla and I had macadamia nut. Washed down with a hot choc. Mmm… I think it was a tad too much dairy stuff for a sick soul like me… but I managed to keep everything in… hee hee…
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Been a kaypoh auntiefreak and reading other people’s blogs.
Gosh. The vast array of characters you can find out there. Its really scary. Really scary.
Some, are just obviously trying to get your attention. From her ‘nickname’, to the pictures she post… And yes, I’m sure some guys actually bled at the nose while browsing her pictures.
Then there are some who are ultra shopping queens. The sheer amount of clothings/bags/shoes they buy! I wonder where they get the money from! How they keep all their clothes? Do they actually wear these clothings more than once? Actually, I’m more intrigued at where they get their money from.
And then there are those who tell-it-all. These, are quite interesting reads… I like. haha…
But yes, since afterall, since this is THE internet.. I guess everything should be taken with a pinch of salt… And there are some stuff that I would very much like to say like goodlucktoyourwalletespsinceyoudecidedtomarryher, yourewithhercosshesatrophygfright, unwedmummyohmygoodness, youaresuchasuperficialpersononlyspendingtimeshoppinggetalife, etcetcetc, but no comments.
Ok. I think I’ve blogged enough. I have not blogged so much in such a longggg time! Wow!
Back to my beads… Tata…
Now… That’s what I call a real birthday celebration!
I might probably lose and probably lose alot along the way. But if I win, it will probably be set for life! 
dds not very good… even worse than before….
