Monday, September 22, 2008
I was wrapped up in my blanket in front of the telly, feeling miserable for myself. My thermometer's battery was flat, so I couldn't even know how high a fever I was at. I channel-surfed half-heartedly, my hand almost reluctant to get out of the cocoon I had made for myself to reach the remote. I was cold down to my toes, although the fan was off, and there was hardly any breeze and Singapore's weather was in the crazy 30 degrees.
Then the phone rang, and there was my boy's familiar voice. "dear, how you feeling?" I ranted on how shitty I felt for a while, then I felt hopeful for a while and asked where he was. "Darling I'm still at the carshow lor. At the toilet now."
Bummer. He was still at the carshow all the way over in farfaraway Expo, with his friends. They were probably ogling scantily-clad leggy models prancing around the cars. After putting down the phone, I let that thought dwell in me as I looked in the mirror at my pathetic reflection wearing baggy home-clothes.
I was awfully close to tears.
Channel-surfed for another ten more minutes.
And then, the doorbell rang.
Rushed to the door, praying like hell that my parents weren't at the door, and I saw the silly boy crouching down in an attempt to hide from the keyhole's view. :))))
I then cried a bucketful of happy tears.
:)
(My fever hit a whooping high of 39.1 deg celsius yesterday night, but it seems to have subsided to a low of 37.3deg celsius today. And I dreamt of losing $8000 plus dollars the last night, and yesterday night I dreamt of finding $8000 plus dollars on the ground. What's with my money-minded dreams! sheeshh. Oh, and I'm hoping to be able to make it for project meeting and dinner with mab.ros later today. and I wanna see the boy too! Fever fever go away please.)
Then the phone rang, and there was my boy's familiar voice. "dear, how you feeling?" I ranted on how shitty I felt for a while, then I felt hopeful for a while and asked where he was. "Darling I'm still at the carshow lor. At the toilet now."
Bummer. He was still at the carshow all the way over in farfaraway Expo, with his friends. They were probably ogling scantily-clad leggy models prancing around the cars. After putting down the phone, I let that thought dwell in me as I looked in the mirror at my pathetic reflection wearing baggy home-clothes.
I was awfully close to tears.
Channel-surfed for another ten more minutes.
And then, the doorbell rang.
Rushed to the door, praying like hell that my parents weren't at the door, and I saw the silly boy crouching down in an attempt to hide from the keyhole's view. :))))
I then cried a bucketful of happy tears.
:)
(My fever hit a whooping high of 39.1 deg celsius yesterday night, but it seems to have subsided to a low of 37.3deg celsius today. And I dreamt of losing $8000 plus dollars the last night, and yesterday night I dreamt of finding $8000 plus dollars on the ground. What's with my money-minded dreams! sheeshh. Oh, and I'm hoping to be able to make it for project meeting and dinner with mab.ros later today. and I wanna see the boy too! Fever fever go away please.)
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:21 AM.
