just minishorts.

I hate being ill.

Absolutely HATE it.

I sound like a honky horn who can't phrase her words properly. I say 'properly' like this now, 'pwowpweree…' and 'honky horn' as 'awnkeee awrn'. I am not very sick, but the flu has totally killed my nasal passage, and everything I say comes out sounding as if I muffled ahd squeezed the words through my nostrils.

Yesterday was horrid, blah, my mum and Eric was literally showing off their personal bowls of Chocolate Ice-cream in Bailey's. BAILEY'S! And I can't eat ice-cream, or keropok, or cili padi, or any of those nice nice deep fried stuff because I'm sick.

SICK!
SICK!
SICK!

I have been rambling.

Whee.

Ai ate beewing seek. It izz veli sarkeee. Hrrmph.

I slept through it. OK, had too many parties at a go, one on Friday, the other at my Uncle's house for the fellowship meet, and then after that, at Nick's for the countdown. I also overdid the kahlua intake and ended up with a very bad sore throat on New Year's Day.

OK I hope I'm not too late.

Happy 2006 to all.