I can smell again!

It's been pretty depressing these last 2 weeks given that I've been down with the Flu Grand Mal and have not been able to smell or even breathe deeply without coughing and hacking my lungs out. This flu is a pretty bad one - the symptoms last about 2 weeks, and it seems to be very contagious, judging by the number of passers-by who are also coughing and sneezing. Does not help that we have been busy and I have managed to not miss more than half a day's work over 2 days in the last 2 weeks. So have pulled the "very sick but still manage to go to work and work" stunt, yet again, for the umpteenth time since I started working. Ho hum.

Yesterday I woke up and the world was all smelly again - I felt so invigorated, like I've just spent the last 2 weeks in a fog and it's cleared and everything is bright and sparkly and there is colour in the world once more. Went for a meeting at Raffles Place and was astounded by all the changes that had taken place in the last 2 months. Wow! This is where the Big Boys are! People here are so glamorous! Then I saw an auntie walking down the street, chatting with her friend while scratching at her groin (some would say, chee bye), and realised that not much had changed, just that I had been ill and now I'm not ill anymore.

Women who have become aunties are really audacious. As someone once told me, if you sit in a car parked kerbside, and you look out at the people passing by, you will realise some of them have really sharp radar and some of them don't. Like the PYTs (pretty young things) have really sharp radar. You look at them through a car window and in 5 seconds flat, they will catch you looking. At this point, most people would usually look away politely, but some of my guy friends tell me they will just keep on staring. Creepily. But anyway. If you stare at the aunties, they will never catch you. Because their radar is either not working anymore or it's been switched off to save battery. They don't think they are attractive anymore, so they don't look out to see if anyone is looking at them. Radar is off. I wanted to tell the auntie yesterday, eh, it doesn't mean you are invisible, ok. Just because you are an auntie and you think no one looks at you anymore doesn't mean you can walk down the street in the middle of Raffles Place scratching your chee bye like that. For God's sake. I was about to go and grab a bite, and now I'm just trying not to vomit in my mouth.

I once met someone else like that, but she was the examiner for my A Level Chinese oral exam so I kept my thoughts to myself. Little did I know she was actually quite a famous personality and was in fact the renowned "CB Scratcher" who taught Chinese in a boy's school.

Anyway. So yeah. Things are back to normal.