Hand Foot Mouth

The past few days, I've been telling my friends I have the Hand foot mouth disease. But as usual, nobody takes me seriously. I don't know why.
When there was the anthrax scare right after September 11, I was also convinced I fell victim to it, and did briefly mention to some of my friends la. But that can't be the reason why they do not believe my hand-foot-mouth disease thingy right?

I am not even sure if there's ulcers to begin with. Because everytime I check my tongue out in the mirror, I can't tell what is not supposed to be there, and what is. So I give up.
At least I know hand-foot-mouth is not fatal in adults. Just don't get me near kids, I might pass it to them.

On the other hand, it might just be heatiness causing those ulcers, or that ass-kicking ma-la steamboat I had on Saturday. But I vaguely remember having that ulcer before that steamboat session, just that it worsen by quite a bit after the steamboat.

And I am still lazy about drinking water. And I'd die without chilli.
So.. I guess my ulcers (or hand-foot-mouth) are self-induced.

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I had a blasting good time with Ms Cia yesterday, even though I had a headache.

I think because of my handfootmouth disease ulcers, I can't seem to taste much of the food that I ate. So much so, Shrimp Dumpling Noodle at Crystal Jade seemed disappointingly bland. Come to think of it, I didn't really eat much yesterday. Just wasn't in the mood to stuff bland food down my throat. Let's just hope today will be a better day.

Anyhow, we shopped a little, chilled out a bit and gossiped alot.
Don't look at me that way ok?
That's what girls do, yes that's right.

We very efficiently settled some stuff (cannot be revealed here) with such great efficiency I am still wondering if we did it right. Hmm.. Or did we miss out some stuff?

But somehow, everytime I go out with her, she makes me feel very bimbotic.
Doing the wrong stuff, laughing at the wrong things, saying the wrong things and freaking out at the wrong stuff.
Oh wells.
It takes a bimbo to make another feel like a bimbo.

Disclaimer: When the writer uses the term bimbo it is not to say the 2 girls involved are incredibly busty, are blonde or resembles Paris Hilton and/or Jessica Simpson. Nor does the writer mean these 2 girls are drop-dead gorgeous. It is just an alternative to the word stupid/silly. So please don't tell me how we are un-bimbotic because we are not pretty enough.

Let me briefly mention our state of major disorientation

1. We successfully purchased 5 items from Isetan between the 2 of us. But, we visited the cashier 4 times (3 times to the same cashier) because we just didn't think of consolidating the items. That is, we see, we buy without waiting to check other items out or wait long enough to combine it all.

2. In the toilet. Not seeing her any where around, and thinking the cubicles are unoccupied, I actually thought I've entered the male toilet without realising. And I spent a cool minute glancing around looking for urinals, till she walked out of one of the cubicles which I thought was empty (parallex error la)

3. She opened a small foldable umbrella inside Isetan, we both tried it out and concluded it was too small an umbrella to be shared (that is, re-enacting the entire rain/shelter 2 people scene) and thereafter, she spent 3 minutes or so trying to fold it back. In the end, she did it so haphazardly she had to hide it somewhere amongst the rows of umbrella and scamper off.

4. I think she spent 10 minutes trying to teach me how to get to SIM from Orchard. YES. After 3 years in SIM, I thought there was a straight bus from the bus stop at Isetan (Shaw Centre) because everytime we take the bus down from SIM, we'd alight there. So I thought the bus stop would just coolly be opposite that bus stop from which we alight. Only to realise it is a one way street, so the bus stop isn't where it is supposed to be.
To top it off, there is no straight bus, and I had to change bus at God-knows-where. (That is, Gleneagles hospital), and Ms Cia reckon I wouldn't be capable of finding the right bus stop.
In the very end, I took bus with her to Bishan instead of heading down to SIM and catching a ride from Killer D down to Serangoon Gardens.

Whatever.

Had some drinks at the cheesy pub the usual place in Serangoon Gardens. It is no longer cheesy because I've been there like 3 times I think.. and if I go there that many times, it would make me a cheesy person to visit a cheesy pub 3 times. So it ain't. I can't really remember what that place is called.. I think it's "secret-something". The reason why I don't try to remember is because the name of that place is in neon lights so irritating I try not to look twice at them.

I now understand why he thinks its good to have a beer or two before bed time. Because when I reached home. I rushed through all that bathe-remove makeup-moisturise shit that I have to do, and I almost conked out on my bed as soon as my head reach the pillow. I slept like a baby all the way till the alarm rang this morning.

But that headache that I had from yesterday still lingers.

This month is really a very "Birthday celebration" month. Can't help it when most of my good friends are Aries.
So yes, it is proven that Aries and Libra makes very good pals. (right Ms Joey?) She's been telling me this since when we were 18. And I'd think it's bullocks.
But when Ms Ashpixie came along. I cannot help but think it's true la. (erm, pixie you are Aries right?)
Though my other best friend is Pisces. I think its close enough.

Horoscope's crap.