Q

1.

Eating ice-cream thrice after developing a cough.

Soya ice-cream (i can’t go a week without those things anymore) (on the other hand, HEALTHIER CHOICE LOGO).
Nutella-banana-vanilla split (which is healthy because it consists of Nutella which makes you jump really high like that boy in the advertisement and bananas are fruits).
And green tea Hokkaido ice-cream today which was brilliantly generous.

Basically i now have screwed up lungs and it itches all the time and elusive phlegm and everything.

2.

Forgetting i now have a chastity belt made of rubber bands installed in my mouth (no seriously), and that it hurts like a bitch when i chew. So i persistently purchase crunchy food and the paaaain, the pain! Which then again gives me incentive to pursue soft food like ice-cream.

Yeah when i said chastity belt i wasn’t kidding. It’s restrictive and gross and troublesome and probably the best form of birth control the world has ever seen.

3.

I hate how my posts are so food oriented. I have no life.

4.

Working only two days last week – while fun/productive, time at home is starting to get pretty stale.

5.

I STILL CAN’T DECIDE WHICH COURSE TO TAKE. It’s scarily balanced, my inclinations towards everything. So i’m still sitting on it. Bad, bad decision-making, bad.

6.

Work+swimming+weather gave me a horrid tan. And i’m really lax with my sunblock with places i can’t reach so now i’m the shade of Donald Trump. My dentist squinted at me and went ‘Why are you yellow?’ in a concerned and shocked way.

Also, THE HUMIDITY. The hell you playing at Singapore? You know that whole equator shebang that was cute awhile ago? Well yeah i have news for you it’s no longer an endearing quirk you can put in your travel brochures anymore. It’s toasting foreigners alive and one day we will all spontaneously combust.

7.

D&D D&D D&D.

Currently in the preparation mode, intensely downloading manuals and drawing grids and doing illustrations and sourcing for dice.

8.

PPFSCXCDDHKKDRRQDDGHH i am confused.

9.

Still not registering the fact that in three months, some of my closest friends won’t be available within twenty minutes.