down with the sickness

i knew something was going awry when i woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. something tells me it is not right.

and true enough when i woke up this morning, i thought armageddon was here early. imagine a monkey sitting on your head pounding away non-stop while you are stuck in one of those tea-cup rides in the amusement park, except this one apparently doesn't end. that's exactly how i'm feeling now, also coupled with a slight fever and the ever present cough.


so in a bid to cleanse my body (and soul), i decided to go downstairs to get something to eat since both my cousins are sleeping in. off i headed to the NTUC to get some comfort food/drink.

by the time i was at the checkout counter, there was this old aunty who's apparently just finished her saturday morning grocery shopping. so being a little ticked off i sort of dumped everything on the counter. quite obviously, she checked out what i've bought: a loaf of plain pandan bread, a huge bottle of nin jiom syrup to help with the cough, some panadol extra and a bottle of angus o'neil's ginger beer (i've always had ginger beer when i'm sick, and btw i swear by angus o'neil's, it tastes way better than the ones bundaberg puts out).

for some reason i've yet to be able to explain, she gave me this extremely displeasing look, almost like i've committed one of the original sins or something. and that if i uttered just one more word or bought just one more item i'd be cast straight to hell.

ok i admit that maybe the angus o'neil's bottle isn't the prettiest around, it does have an unkind resemblance to those bottles of rat poison they show on tv. and okay nin jiom and pandan bread doesn't really go together. but come on, it's not as if i can make a molotov cocktail out of a bottle of angus o'neil's? or a biological WMD with a couple of panadol pills, a bottle of nin jiom and some pandan leaf flavoured carbohydrate? give me a break. was it really necessary to go bin laden on me?

maybe she thinks i'm hiding mas selamat under my shirt or down my trouser legs? maybe my hair looks like an active contagion of a scourge of some lethal pandemic virus? it must be my hair then. this whole sickness must have something to do with it. i shall go for a haircut next week.


+listening to: down with the sickness by disturbed