sniff, sniff, SNEEZE

if not for my blasted cold, today would have been a nice day. As it is, all I've been able to do is watch dazedly as the hours passed by. Met ppl, talked to same, but just couldn't really focus. Hope I didn't pass any germs to anyone though.

missed MAF. The cold was partly to blame. But mainly it was taking the bus in the wrong direction. Only realised something was amiss when I found myself in chinatown. By that time, it was too late to catch the pyrotechnics. So all I could do was to drag my sorry sick self home. SIGH.

I hate having colds.

(no, I wasn't planning to devote this entry to whining about my suffering. But even best laid plans go to pieces sometimes. C'est la vie.)

[which reminds me: Go watch Les Choristes if you can. It's another nice heartwarming movie, with the added bonus of some really good singing. It's totally in French, but that's quite possibly an advantage; French is perhaps one of the most pleasant languages to listen to.]

{and please, nobody make any cracks about bird flu.}