Sigh.... I hate, hate, hate being sick.... ok... at least I think I am recovering now... but I have thought this thought so many times in the past few days. And when i think I am ok already... then I go out and it promptly get worse again. I hate feeling so weak physically. I feel like kicking the idiotic person who passed on this flu to me down the stairs which sadly I cannot cos I will be charged with manslaughter.

It would have been pretty boring if not for the fact that I know a person playing on the court which is my father. Haha... I watched until very blur... didn't know the rules of the game at all. I didn't know who was winning or losing... and thought that my father was losing. In the end... it turned out that he won. Turns out that he really is quite good in tennis... his friend said that the next match he is playing with my father... must have a good night sleep... go to temple and pray and look for best fengshui. Haha... But lets not talk anymore... or else it will blow up his ego which is already very big already since I was young.

I doubt I will ever go to another tennis match. Thats not my world. Haha... I don't know anything there and everyone look at me like they are wondering who is this bespectacled girl who looks like she never held a tennis racket and chased after a single tennis ball in her who life. (But thats because they know anyone and everyone there.)

Hmmm.... though I did enjoy the 'I scream yoghurt', chicken balls and 'egg' that i bought at the SMU funfair. (The tennis court was next to SMU)