All I Want For Now

Ah, be careful what you wish for, they say. Sure enough, I got hit with the mother of all sore throats on Monday, sooner than you can say "serves you right". After getting a sickie, I still soldiered on to finish my story (coz I didn't think they would agree to publish my sickie in the space where the article was meant to be).

Now the cough is all but gone. But hey, I'm not taking any chances, so I'm staying clear of high-stress activities, such as braving the start of Mango's absurdly crowded sale, where you have to queue to even get in.

Hmm...Since when I start getting my wishes? How nice if these wishes came true as well:

- I wish we can go off to the Hunter again in October. Springtime in Sydney is just gorgeous. And few things make you go wow like a sheltering night sky littered with a gazillion stars.

- I wish my favourite restaurant didn't have to close down this July. It's such a labour of love, the home of so many memories and laughs. But the food business is a brutal business, and critical acclaim is not enough to pay rent.

Go eat some baked eggplant for me while you can, Ash.

- I wish I could be less caffeine-dependent. What can I say, waking up early isn't one of my strong points.

- I wish Boy, who was ill waaaay before me, and whose cough is still going from strength to strength, can recover soon and go eat fried kuay teow with me again.