I didn’t get to drink my guava juice because there wasn’t any.

Apple juice was a good substitute, and I even had a surprise dose of carrot which…. didn’t come in handy.

I was in a delirium for most of Sunday night, though I was soothed finally with some cuddles and pecks at the end of it.

Snuggled cosily under the duvet, watching CSI, bitching about my stint over the weekend, and battling the brewing cough, fighting the discomfort in my throat.

More cuddles, more sayangs, and I rested on his shoulder.

I turned away to the other side cos I didn’t want my coughs to disrupt his sleep. I dozed off almost immediately, just like he did.

I woke up the next noon, seeing him still deep in slumber.. and didn’t quite have the heart to wake him up.

It was funny to see him sleep with a hand down in his pants(for whatever reason I know not of), and he could recall none of such when he woke up.

We left for ICA in the afternoon, and I reached there at 3.35pm, when the cut-off time was at 4pm.

Talk about being a last minute queen.

I even had to take some pictures for my identity card, which I didn’t manage to do so earlier.

I look ghostly and ghastly in my would-be IC photograph, because my helmet had rubbed off most of my foundation, and my blush.

Oh, and I forgot about those lippy.

DARN.

Thanks sweet potato, for braving through the lengthy 2-hour wait(despite the constant whinings from ya) with me, witnessing a life-changing moment for me. It did mean something to me. Thanks.

At the end of the 2 hours, I submitted my application form, which was approved on the spot, and I waited for my turn to get my details confirmed, thumbprints taken, and my chinese name chosen.

And yes, I now have a Singaporean ID number! WOOOHOOOOO!!!

But boohoo, it isn’t exactly an easy number to memorise, and I still have some problems remembering it.

Not pretty, boohoo.

The only consolation is, the last 5 digits do not have anything from 1-5…

So now, my IC number is S81XXXXXH!

Yeay!

And I got little congratulatory kiss on the cheek just before I left the building. Whee!

We had dinner in Lavender area after the long wait, and I can’t wait to get my paws on my spanking new blue identity card next Monday.

Sat around to chat for a while before I jumped on a cab to head home… Told Dad that the documents were already done, and from hereforth, I would have CPF!

Everything went on smoothly yesterday and I am glad.

I decided to stop by at the nearby clinic. Good move.

My sore throat had escalated into a full-blown flu.

Dripping nose, constant coughs, greenish mucus, and a fever!

ARGH!!! Bad time to fall sick.

I mean, I was just beginning my break but I am sick. How sad is that?

And.. I have to see my doctor strike out the originally prescribed medication cos my condition would mean I have to avoid some of those thingy.

He shook his head with a smile when he saw me sashaying out of his consultation room, probably because of the low jeans, or perhaps because of the helmet.

He had told me how his wife and parents had refused to allow him to ride a bike.

I walked towards Alvin’s home, and then realised I got the meet-up location wrongly.

We were supposed to meet at MY place.

My fever had fried my brain.

No medication for fever, and I had to endure the long night of periodical coldness, and uncomfortable warmth at the same time.

And no wonder, I lost terribly over mahjong because I found it so hard to concentrate.

It was so uncomfortable…

And when I finally did finish with mahjong, I wondered if I could skip shower because I was feeling too cold to go through with one.

But I thought of how I had been out the entire day.. and the clean freak in me emerged triumphant.

I had the quickest shower ever, soaped myself, and rinsed thoroughly… and quickly wrapped myself in the towel.

So.. freaking.. cold.

Brrr…

Dad bought back some supper for me since I didn’t have too great an appetite over dinner.

I downed my cough syrup and running nose medication which brought me into a state of trance.

I giggled through my conversation with SBB, and watched the repeat telecast of Mugello MotoGP(one of the most exciting races in a long while!) as the medication worked its magic.

I was knocked out cold by the medication by 3am.

I slept through the heavy storm this morning, this noon… and only woke up for a dose of medication at 10.

By the time I finally woke up, it was 5.30pm.

Woohoooooo… a long, long rest. Just what I needed.

My head was just too heavy.

I have to bear the ache in the right side of my head throughout the day, and was too weak to do anything.

My cough became thick and more frequent. Bleah.

Dad bought dinner back for me but I could taste nothing.

Sitting in front of the monitor was a chore.

I don’t like being sick. I feel weak. I feel like just sleeping in my bed for the entire day and not do anything.

I feel like I need to be sayang-ed.

And even now, I am typing as if I am not thinking.

So.. tired.

I can’t even proceed with the discussions of my next career move with a few people though I had thought of settling them this week.

Oh more pictures from the PC show!

June, Ting, Joyz, Stephanie.

I cannot stand typing here anymore.

Ting, out.