sandwich days

never before, in the entire 25 years of my supreme existence, have i ate so many sandwiches in my life...
voluntarily on that account...

usually i hated to even think of eating sandwiches, no matter whether it's filled with roast beef or abalone(hmm), and simply because of the fact that a hot steaming bowl of fishball or wanton noodles lay awaiting in a nearby locality... why settle for some miserable cold fillings between 2 slices of bread that might have laid in the supermarket or cafe for godknows howlong???

yes, and here comes the days when i chew happily into a homemade sandwich of cheese, lettuce, turkey ham and a dash of butter... since i have long given up on the thoughts of finding any hot and steaming food for a price that's parallel to that back home... well wanton mee would be abt £4 for a pretty standard one.

IMAGINE paying S$12 to the foodcourt auntie for a bowl of wanton noodles then casually asking her to keep the change. I bet kerhow's balls that she will never forget you. (i figured he might not read this so heck, why not)

so here i am, sitting in the office, looking at a colourful noticeboard of colourtables that the firm uses, while gleefully typing away into my blog.... the silent stillness of the office calm punctuated every now and then by my loud coughing.

yes i am quite sick.

yesterday i called in sick due to a fever, which i still kinda have, cough and flu... and i literally spent the HAPPIEST day of my life sleeping away in bed... haha... i love waking up and then falling back asleep even though it has been say, 10 hrs... the closer ones would know of my famous habit of being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere... which in one instance i did regret but nevertheless is a trait i adore...

thus much of yesterday was spent sleeping or lazing in bed where i watched digital telly, going through an entire series of Frasiers and Cheers... fantastic man... u know some peeps i know dun fancy the american accent (Brits dun like e Americans at all, although they dun really like anybody at all to be honest), but i quite love the old american sitcoms like Friends, Cheers, Fraiser... and now i'm watching CSI's... quite exciting..

i'm strangely excited and appalled by my new behaviour...

i used to have a telly in my room but it was seldom on largely due to the fact that every of my days were rather jam-packed with stuff that needed to be done. Now, it seems like i am having loads of free time on my hands after work... hence all the sitcoms and all... there is a competiton that i am doing on my hands but after work, i TRUTHFULLY find it ridiculously hard to find any energy left to do such work...

the absurdities of the working life...