7 January 2007, Sunday, 10.44pm

Departure

I don't intend to log in tonight. But I thought, "hey what the fuck! Life's too short not to jot down any precious moments in life". In any case, I'm going with my torpedo speed in typing and hopefully to pen down my thoughts in 20 mins, maximum.

So, I barely recovered from a bad food poisoning that had me bedridden for 3 days. A record high of 39.9 degrees of temperature boiling in my skull, and a laundry of fluid churning in my stomach. Lethal virus. The last Doc that I seen was on Friday at Changi Hospital A&E, that was when I measured 39.9. Geez... That could easily make a half boiled egg? Diagnosis came as viral food poisoning, that caused the diarrhoea, followed by dehydration and hence leading to fever and body aching. Profound? Not at all. Just vicious. I simply had no appetite for whatsoever food that were laid and made announced to me. I just wanted to die. You can't imagine the body pain and stomach cramps that I had to bear. Pathetic. I pulled through anyhow. I had sleepless nights and even pooed while i was asleep. How embarrassing. I came to a point where I couldnt even control my poos....... that was how bad the diarrhoea was. In fact, I'm still getting the occasion motions... Doc said it's normal as this is the result of the medication purging the toxic. Ok, I shall spare you the details.... Then there was this moment on Friday night when I fainted for one nanosecond. I lost my balance and kind of fell flat. Weak. No food and too much medication. Maybe that's why. Worst still, when I walked from Thomson Medical Centre to Novena Square to meet Olivier today, I could see stars and I was panting hard. Again, Doc said it's normal, because I haven't eaten for 2 days. Doc's advice was to introduce food slowly and regain my energy gradually, he reckons the diarrhoea will continue thru till next Monday (ie tomorrow); not because of anything but just the medicine doing its job. What a thrilled and pulsating weekend to have.

Departure 1) Meeting Oli to say goodbye and farewell. This wise man has thought me alot. Wisdom, life and philosophy. The French way, of course. It's really sad to bid farewell. And I hate such moments in life when someone is leaving me. It just doesn't feel good. And I usually don't take such events well. Look at me, I could always cry a bucket in each and every episode of Ghost Whisperer. We caught up for a couple of hours and as I was really weak and pale, I finally bade him Bon Voyage. I didn't want to send him off to the airport in fear that I'd do a rendition of Melinda Gordon in Ghost Whisperer who cries at every chapter. So I gave it a miss. At this hour, he should be boarding his flight by now. I will miss him dearly.

Departure 2) Just as I was resting at home on Saturday, my boss text-ed me and informed me that a colleague who had attended a meeting with us at Zoo had passed away on Wednesday. My eyes grew and read the message twice. I thought my late-colleague had moved on to a better organisation or sort, but I was wrong. Found out that he was actually on medical leave all these while. He was young, kind and good-natured. Dying young. Really a pity. My condolences to his family on this berevement.

HAPPY NEWS! Chloe has popped out yesterday at 4.36pm! :) Yes, she's my second niece. Weighing 2.8kg. That explains why I was at Thomson Medical Centre this afternoon, despite my dizzy spell. Very cute. This makes me wonder, when will be my turn to be a Dad? I'm not sure if I'm quite ready for this though. Had always wanted to tie the knot at 23 yrs old, but now.... we'll see.

Oh damn it, overshot my timing.... maybe tornedo isn't fast enough. Perhaps I'd need a hurricane? ehh... but which has the most powerful velocity or knots? Har?

Happy Birthday Emily.