Guess what, I'M SICK AGAIN. Actually I'm feeling giddy now.

When my boss told me my job will be super stressful and busy, I realised she wasn't kidding. Yesterday after lunch, I came down with a super neck-breaking, head-cracking headache. I was working REALLY hard. Drafted 500000 emails, called the press, did the movie publicity strategy for all the print media in 4 countries. Not to mention all the miscellaneous stuff I have to do as well.

My most efficient day of work. Maybe I was not meant to be efficient.

Part One:

Finally finished everything at 8. Got my ass out feeling nauseous.

Came to this one-way busy main road that I cross everyday. No car's coming. I crossed. Realised how come the bus' ass is facing me when I look left. How come the people opposite me is looking at the other direction and not crossing.

I looked right. Fuck. In my daze, I looked in the wrong direction. Car was coming really fast, towards me. Driver obviously thought I saw him. Kept going fast. Until I realised he's coming, he honked. He changed lane in time.

What the fuck.

Managed the MRT journey. Nearly puked in the bus. Reach home, puked my tea time snack.

Ate 2 morsels of rice, and 4 spoons of soup, took medicine, went to die on the bed at 9pm.

Feel very awful, very nauseous. Can't sleep. Head hurts like fuck. Called Bear, he's having dinner. Ask him to call back. He didn't bother.

Got out of bed. Vomited everything out, even lunch. Seaweed from fish soup lunch still there.

Finally felt better. Mom got scared and got off phone. She felt my neck. I'm having fever. Ate fever med and painkiller. Died on bed again. Cold chills. Can't feel my limbs. Stole Daddy's blanket.

Finally went to sleep.

Part Two: Mom woke me up at dunno what time. She has a bowl of thin porridge with oat meal. I screamed at her. She woke me up when I managed to sleep. Forced me to eat. I ate 4 spoonfuls. Felt like puking. Screamed at her. Sleep.

Part 3: Indian air stewardess living under my room talking loudly by her window. Woke me up at 3.30 AM. She's very loud. I went to the window and "SHHHH!!!" my loudest. She didn't hear me. Tried to sleep again. She finally stopped. Yay. She started to watch action flick. I hear sports car and Indian blabber. Fuck.

Part Four: 7.45 AM. Woke Up. Much better. Still weak. Mommy's up even earlier. There's pumpkin porridge on the table. And pumpkin porridge to bring to work.

Part Five: 8 PM. Pumpkin porridge for dinner. 10.30pm. Typing away on blog. Feeling giddy. God.

And thank you mummy.