Sick and Happy

Its funny how a day of sickness can turn out to be one of the better days I've had in a while.

A trip to the polyclinic in the early afternoon to get an MC, and oh yes medicine too of course, for a mere flu. I wouldn't go unless I had to, and I wouldn't have missed work but between the phlegm and the mucus and the easily irritable eyes and all... I figured I wouldn't have been of much help. Plus I would've been feeling very sorry myself and would just end up feeling guilty for feeling that way so really, there's no point.

And plus I had things to do. I've been experiencing an about-face of sorts regarding my sentiments about my room. It used to be a dread to be at home which was why I came home late most nights.

I'm not too sure what sparked it off. It could've been the CNY mini-clean up or that night I spent talking with ex-colleagues on a beautiful balcony and yearning for a similarly beautiful place to call my own.

So yes, I decided to take a stake in my room. A trip to Ikea to stock up on much-needed candles and other varied accessories, extra wardrobe space, organising more than 200 CDs, stacking up my books exactly where they should be - not hidden but right in front of me on the shelves.

More has to be done. Tried to do some painting today but it turns out I bought the wrong kind of paint. The room colour has to go, and there's about 10 years worth of academic nostalgia that needs to be cleared out.


The point is, I don't like going out much anymore. With a cleared out desk and my speakers and an actual coaster for drinks and a desk pad - I want to stay in. Stay in with the cats and listen to 鄧麗君 over and over again.


Plus I can't afford partying for at least a couple of months. Not after splurging on a dress and shoes for the launch party. Not after that trip to Ikea. Not after the trip to the vet today.



I wasn't the only one who was sick today. After tending to my own illness, Cat made a long overdue visit to the vet.

I've been to two vets so far and decided to check out a third one. The previous two were fuckwits as far as I'm concerned.

Dr Chua at Serangoon Garden's Pet Resource proved to be not bad. And pricey. I walked out of that place nearly 200 bucks poorer.

Cat has fur mites. And intestinal problems. And I think she's stressed out. But I suppose we'll just take it one step at a time. Because of her long fur, I'm also incredibly fussy and I want to SEE IT FLUFFY and SHINY. So I made the decision today to invest in bloody fucking expensive cat food. I'm glad no one uses the old-fashioned cash registers anymore. The ka-ching! sound would make me nauseous. Silent transactions are the easiest to practice denial on.