I am not well, because, ironically, I am sick. Does that even make any sense? I'm trying to force the word "ironically" into a sentence. Not working it seems.

In case you're wondering, I am sick – cough, flu, the works!

I can't remember when I inherited a pair of "the ugly stepsisters". Didn't my mum say that I only had two (both beautiful of course)? I refuse to believe that "dad" of mine is capable in having a second family. Which woman would be dumb enough to fall for his ... Great sense of humour?

Okay, so they aren't exactly my ugly stepsisters. And my dad does have a great sense of humour - at least he thinks so. But they do fit the bill.


Photo credit: wax poetic

The world is against me. On usual days my maid would "coincidentally" forget to wake me up. Today however, she remembered - not once but many time. It's like she knew I didn't want to get up and made sure I did. Either that or my mum specifically reminded her to do so. Whichever the case, I ended up hitting the showers and headed to work. Sickly.

My cough is killing me. So did my sight – blinded by the ugliness before me. Not just the superficial kind but one that goes skin deep. Talk about ugly inside out.

If all this doesn't make sense to you, fear not! It isn't suppose to. :)

PS: I am officially a fan of Pat's blog!

PPS: I don't think I know HoNgPeNg and/or VVEIJIE (personally at least) but I still accepted their Plurk friend request cause I saw a group photo with Andy in it.

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