Am Sick

Feeling sick. Having a really fantastic runny nose. But after swallowing a little yellow pill my nose doesn't feel that bad. Hope will feel better by tomorrow cos it sucks when your voice is all nasal and whiny and you have to talk to people and you're sniffling and the customer's looking at you and thinking, "what's with your nose?" And then I'm trying not to spread my germs and bacteria to my colleagues and courteously going out of the shop to chuck my used tissues, but it's kind of a chore.

Whatever. Imagine me in my nasal voice.

Oh yuck.

January babies birthday celebration at Night Safari

This month we've got 6 people from Zoo retail shop who are celebrating their birthdays, including me. So we all decided on a date to celebrate. Not surprisingly, it was held at Ulu Ulu Restaurant at Night Safari, cos it's the nearest and most convenient place for us.

It was the usual. We had dinner, they brought the cake out and blah blah blah. All the part-timers have got a red and white Nike jersey with a number and their name at the back, but the January babies are all for free, and that's our birthday presents. Here's mine:
Some photos we took that night. :)

People staying over again

My cousin and her friend will be in Singapore for a few days. Apparently they’re here for the Poly open-house and everything. They want to study in Singapore. They’ve gone to Bugis. Luckily no one asked me to bring them sight-seeing. I’m feeling a little down and lazy due to the once-every-month thing. My room is kind of in a mess, and a pair of panties is hanging on the windows. Hur hur.

I feel like crap. Like I’m only a quarter conscious.

Off day today

Am going to meet the bf later on. I’m still not convinced he’s recovered, although he insists that he’s okay. I tickled Ethan into fits of giggles this morning. What a sight it was. Haha. He’s sound asleep now. Probably dreaming of my tickling.

3rd day spent at home... Doing whatever I like

Turned out Joey couldn’t meet me today. So I’ve got the whole day to myself again. The bf’s still sick. Didn’t really spend the whole day at home, went out a little earlier to update my bank book. The pay is only $400 plus due to the 3 weeks I spent at home, ABSOLUTELY DOING NOTHING, while waiting for the hole in my ass to heal. Then went to the library to return 2 overdue books and pay a $2 fine. Then borrowed another Haruki Murakami novel and a Zits comic book. Then went home and had lunch.

Then I’m now sitting here. When I’m not working, my life’s pretty boring. But today I’ve got Ethan to keep my company. But he just woke up from his nap and my ma’s bathing him now and he’s not in a good mood. He’s whining and crying.

Well, guess I’ll just… waste my time today.

Update

Hello world! It’s a Sunday morning! Most Sunday mornings I wake up at 7:30am and rush off to work but tada! No work today! Am as happy as a duckling paddling in a pond.

Wanted to see the bf initially but he’s got slight food poisoning. So I’ve got another day all to myself! And actually wanted to ask Orlina out but I had second thoughts about it, cos the thought of the amount of money I SURE WILL SPEND put me off. Then again, I’m maybe meeting Joey tomorrow. Hmmm.

In case you’re wondering why this blog’s url is chasingmysun instead of chasingthesun, it’s cos chasingthesun already exists in WordPress, so the next alternative is chasingmysun, although I’ve got to admit it doesn’t really sound as nice as chasingthesun. But I don’t want to change the url of my blog to something else cos it’s stuck with me for so long, and thinking about a new url for the blog will really take up some of my time… Whatever, so long as it’s catchy and people remember it, I don’t really mind.

I’m in quite a good mood now, so I guess I’ll just surf this endless infinite space of the World Wide Web and I’ll probably spend the rest of the day with my Haruki Murakami novel.

A feeling of carelessness, having nothing to do, wasting the time away... I think you get it

I've got 3 days off. It's such a relieve, and at the same time it's also a pain. I've got too much time on my hands.

Ever since I returned back to work after the surgery, I was either working or out with the bf, never had one day off at home (which I used to have, a lot), but anyway, having some time to myself once in a while is nice.

Ethan is turning 1 year old soon, his birthday's this 19th Jan. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ETHAN! He's started walking, which is really great cos most babies only start walking after their 1st birthdays. Although he's a little wobbly now cos he hasn't got much strength in him cos he's having diarrhoea cos he's teething... Well.

More than 9 months of getting along with him, I've developed a very deep emotional attachment to this little boy. I practically love him as though he's my own flesh and blood. Just the other day, my ma forced his medicine into his mouth, but he resisted and cried a lot cos he absolutely hates medicine, he was crying so helplessly standing in front of me that I just reached out and grabbed him in my arms and patted his back to make him feel better. But he saw my ma holding the syringe and got scared and cried even harder and louder. All the while his arms were wrapped very tightly around my neck... Almost as if he was scared that I'd let go of him and he'd be taken by Monster Meds again. I could really feel how scared he was and I couldn't help it, I cried with him in my arms. And my ma got a little shocked when I started crying too and backed off with the syringe. Then Ethan got off me and saw my wiping my eyes and that's when he stopped crying and stared at me, questioning me with his eyes. I think I can understand what he's thinking, without verbal communication. He has eyes and expressions that can be read. Then I just smiled at him and dried my tears and that's when I noticed there was a huge blotch of white syrup on my sleeve. Apparently he had cleaned his mouth on my tee shirt while crying.

Such a poor little thing, sick when he doesn't want to be but still falls sick easily. It's so sad... Seeing him suffering this way. He's lost a lot of weight, even rejecting food for the first time. He's got no appetite and sometimes he moans and whimpers to himself. But I don't know where he's hurting or how uncomfortable he feels. If I could, I'll do anything to make him better.