Lovely shade of pink, don’t you think? Anyway, I pretty much screwed up my voicebox with the liters of carbonated drinks chugged down, one house after another. And, *pats tummy*, I think we need to usher in another round of self-fasting month pretty soon at the rate that my waistline is expanding.

Not my fault, really. It’s somewhat compulsory to eat at every house that serve food, lest the owner would feel disheartened. (”But I already ate at the house before this.” “That’s a different house! At least taste a bit? Very tiring you know I cook for you!“) And well, yeah, let’s just say my taste buds know when something tastes swell hohoho.

Meanwhile, the throat has started to itch, the nose is all geared up for a run, the eyes have started to tear and the temperature’s rising. I guess it’s safe to say the flu has come a knockin’ :/

Typical (so says Eddy) hemorrhage of pictures of people decked in pretty clothes grinning away up soon. Right now, I need my much needed rest. Salaams!