I sat upright on my bed at 420am.. Woke up from a dream that I was glad to be in, totally realistic. Alex Chew(my classmate then) and I was chatting anxiously, at the school canteen, waiting for our teacher Mrs Carol Yap to appear with the 'O' level results. Familiar voices traveling under the tuck shop roof echoing in my ears, my other schoolmates also dying to collect their results. Only weird part was that I drove to school. Don't ask me why. Anyway I never got to the collection part. Too disturbed by my painful throat I had to get up. Staggered out of my bedroom, found dad who was watching soccer outside, Liverpool vs. Braga. Ignored him, water was what I needed most. Drank some, didn't helped, I went back to sleep.
Officially woke up at 730am, as planned, to fry noodles for breakfast. My very 1st time - preparing it alone.
Ingredients: egg noodles, bacon, eggs, garlic
That was all. Beginner stuff. And it didn't turn out as nice as I expected and planned for it to be, but a decent 1st try I guess.
Even now, my throat still hurts. You probably can't tell cos I look normal and I still spoke pretty much, I needed to. Finished a bottle of starfruit juice this afternoon. I totally DON'T LIKE this drink, but I still bought it after lunch today cos I thought it will help me feel better.
I'm going for honey now............................