I am itching to get my ass out of the house.

I swear to god I had never seen Swensen's as packed as it was last night. The queue went on to KFC's entrance. I had this craving for the mushroom thingy from Swenwsen's and my aunt was offering to pay. Grrr. The world is conspiring to get me.

Anyway, remember Sabeela, the KFC worker who asked me to join Chicky Club? While I was ordering takeaway for the pest of the family, better known as my brother, I decided to queue for her line. I thought I'd give her another try, to see whether the poor service was due to her or simply the circumstances surrounding her at that time. I was cheering her on (in my heart). I thought like, "GO SABEELA!" but guess what. I spent five minutes more than the average customer to queue and another 3 minutes waiting for my food.
PS: The three minutes was purely spent on putting the food into the plastic bag, getting the burger, getting my drink, packing everything into a plastic.

Sighhhh.

Besides that, the doctor I emt today was simply outrageous, I tell you! He asked nothing about my eye condition and gave me no instruction. Had it not been for me, I am sure the consultation would last less than four minutes. He'd probably just see my eyes, scribble and tell me to wait for my medication. I therefore took the liberty to ask him what could have probably caused it, what should I do to care for my eyes and the application of the ointment.

My right upper eyelid is like a balloon filled with yellow pus.

Study Date with Sid.
Training/Tutorial Session with Deborah.
Cycling.

& I love Suerya for the name she gave me. :):):)