Achooo....

(sniff, sniff)…alhamdulillah… Achooo… Achooo… Achooo (sniff, sniff)... alhamdulillah

That’s pretty much how it goes since seven this morning. Sneezing, sniffing, sneezing, sniffing… my tissue box is getting half empty fast… My temperature is rising and I am beginning to have a sore throat.

No, I haven’t been indulging in any playing-in-the-rain session although I must admit I was sorely tempted to do so at times, especially during those days I stay with my uncle and young cousins in Putrajaya.

No, I haven’t been taking that many iced drinks, I’ve always like taking lots of lukewarm plain water during the fasting month.

No, the air-cond in the office is not that cold – it’s set at 23 degrees Celcius – which is a lot better than some offices where the air cond temperature is set at 18 degrees or below…

Besides, I was a-okay last night. I didn’t see this coming. Really... achooo... achooo... achooo..

“Ujian Allah tu A.Z. – kalau nak datang tak tentu masa. Sabarlah. Kifarah dosa kot,” a friend consoled upon seeing my red nose and reddened face.

Hmm… this is after all the month of rahmah & maghfirah – so I’ll go along with the idea of being sick as a sin cleanser of some sort. At least, that's a consoling thought...

My boss had just asked me to prepare some memo and letter. The letter is okay – a basic one which I already have a template and was done in no time… The memo however is something else, forcing me to think deeply on how to word certain arguments… And now my head is starting to throb as well… Thus, I'd decided to rest and blog for a while…

Right after I’m done with the memo, I’m going to the clinic, insya Allah….

By the way Uda – if you are reading this – where’s that nice plate of hot mee hailam when I need it most? Tapi… puasa la pulak…