I'm supposed to be present for spac2go's bbq at ECP but somehow, neither my soul nor my body is there today.

Since last night, I have been popping pills.

Strepsils that is.

Obviously it's for my sore throat.

Then when I wake up this morning to have a little something before the start of my fast, my nose start to drip like nobody's business.

No, not even the plumber from PUB can help me solve this problem of mine.

Miraculously, a simple invention called the 'tissue' is all that I need.

Correction, not one. Lots and lots of them.

And as the sun rose higher, my body grows weaker.

So weak that I feel like fainting.

I knew this will happen, as it has always been in this sequence.

Sore throat. Flu. Fever.

The last stage... I'm anticipating it. Uneagerly.

If my body could talk, it'd say "Fitri, the worse has yet to come. Behold..."

What a perfect timing for my body to malfuction.

When school is just about to start once again.

When Hari Raya is looming 'round the corner.


Aiyah, I think mine is nothing compared to Alvin's . Joannah said that he had heatstroke. Dehydration. All because he played basketball. Too much of it, that is. Unless I am the first person in Singapore to suffer from bird flu, I guess we should all save our prayers for Alvin. I hope he's recovering well.

Oh no, wait... I just had chicken for dinner.

And it doesn't have a tag that notes its 'nationality'.

Not when I bought it just now as a side dish though.

When it's all dead and fried.