Ill

Average Saturday, black Sunday and now blue Monday. Have been struggling with the flu, phlegm and rocky sore throat for days and this morning apparently it got worse as fever came calling as well. Add all these to my pinky finger and I feel I'm dying.

Guess its time to pay the doctor a visit soon but I even have trouble dragging myself to the toilet to wash up this morning let alone going all the way to the doc's! Guess I'd take some old medicine and see how it goes.

I feel better typing in front of my computer. Is it wierd? I don't know but anyway this is how my weekend went.

Went to catch 'The Intimate' at cineleisure with Mindy on Saturday evening. It was an R21 show about an unusual romance. Nice show I would say because there's an ending, plot and proper storyline. And to top it off its a romantic show, just the kind I love except that there's the added bonus of love making scenes :p



Best part of the show was when the guy said to the girl: "You know who saved snow white? It wasn't the prince. It was sex! The prince saw snow white lying there and got horny. So he fucked her up and down, shaking her all over. That is how the poison apple came out of snow white's throat and got her saved!!!" Majestic piece of crap but nevertheless creative!

Went down to MOS with Zhiwei thereafter and met up with Rebecca and Jane there. Man those 2 were like robotic dancers, dancing the night away so I decided to break 1 rule by taking in alcohol in the form of my favourite Chivas green tea! Had fruit punch in a club for the first time in my life as well. Bumped into many old friends at the club as well and I realized that there are more and more thai transsexuals and prositutes as well as tourists in MOS nowadays.

Was supposed to play soccer on sunday morning. Woke up at 7am but Kelvin said the match was called off as the field was water-logged thanks to heavy rain. Couldn't help but fall back to sleep and it was only when I woke up at 11 that I realized the match was ON again. 11 miss calls and 2 sms-es make me feel real bad but at the same thank wonder what would have happened if I had played. Could my fever and flu be worse?

Sunday didn't end well. Liverpool lost 1-0 to that fucking Chelski thanks to a fucking blind referee by the name of Mike Riley. Not the first time this fucktard cost my beloved reds to lose to chelski. The same thing happened in 2005 when he failed to give a fucking obvious penalty just like last night. Nevermind the flu or throat I got so pissed I screamed and cursed at the TV set so vigorously my Mom told me to shut the fuck up. =/ I swear I wouldn't hestitate to shoot that bastard if I had a gun.

Like any liverpool defeat, I'm not gonna buy the papers or read soccer news for 2-3 days. So upset!