Its a terrible feeling when you step into the showers and turn on the tap before the water has a chance to get hot, and while the rest of your body is tucked safely away from that detestful thing, your poor feet get hit by the water. Just because they're on the floor.

What a reason. Thus as i was lamenting the lack of luck of my dear feet (I mean, maybe they wanted to be hands, or noses, or armpits or something), I thought it would be best to compensate them by treating them nicer. Which means make everything they touch nicer. And yes that would entail carpeting my whole house in the finest fur and never walking on the road.

And before i start rambling on and sounding like the 'lub-of-my-life' Mr Seah on his 'I-want-to-compete-who-is-harder' blog, let me go back to my original point, which was to give my feet nicer things. And on this note i would like everyone to join me in sending off a very loyal companion, my old pair of sneakers i secretly affectionately named Mimi - she has served me very well in the best years, and despite my father's great surgical efforts, i believe its time to let go.

So let us bode farewell. (One minute of silence.)


And since i believe every funeral should be a celebration of life well lived, please join me in celebrating my new pair of sneakers whom i secretly affectionately name SAN (its a Secret Affectionate Name.) :)



Okay, lets dispense the formalities and begin the serious stuff. I was only writing like that to impress any NUS professor who might chance upon this and offer me a space based on my writing flair.

So i was sick. Which came after this.



Its a mighty crazy experience i tell you, when your body fails and your brain talks rubbish. I sneezed so much that i thought someone kept thinking of me, then i wondered who it could be but no answer popped up. So i thought maybe i should call every possible person who could be thinking of me. But the first person on my list i would call is in hongkong (tiffany). so shucks. thus i tried to think of people to counter the evil thinking of me (thats like how counter curses work right?) and hopefully pass the sneeze on - hey! sounds like a facebook app, like toss the hot potato! Yep so if any of you are sneezing right now, please tell me so i know my thinking worked, thanks.

And you know while being sick i've had alot of time to think. Hence since i've felt myself coughed up some abs, clever me thought up a slimming programme! Lets get people to come to a room where there is the cough virus, they catch is and cough themself silly for maybe an hour, then go home with some cough syrup disguised as vitamin water. Then next week they come for another session. Combine that idea with some ridiculous promises, beautiful centres and 'convincing' before/after photos, we'll have the money rollin' in!

Tell me i rock.