No amount of Googling can tell me what sort of rashes they are and frankly, I'm not sure I want to know. Measles and whatnot sound relatively tame in comparison to shingles or God help me! ringworms. But this is really getting out of hand and I'm starting to develop all sorts of hypochondriac conclusions of my own - bed has ticks, office chair has lice - and practically restraining myself from screaming "unclean! unclean!" when some stranger's elbow brushes past me in the mall.
The avid procrastinator in me has reached a stage where the discomfiture has reached discomforting proportions, I reportedly was scratching feverishly while I was fast asleep. (Reported by someone else, obviously I had no idea) Today I found some baby powder in some corner of my cousin's other rooms and that will hopefully last me through the night. I swear, I will go to see a doctor tomorrow.
Okay now I just came to a page that is titled 'Bed Bugs - What They Look Like'. Great. No points for guessing who won't be able to sleep tonight.
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It is funny how somebody so far away can be so near. Somebody who can rile you up in the space of two messages. Two. It took all the composure in the world not to retort like I usually would, because I don't see the point of it anymore. Everything has passed, and it would do good not to dredge it up again. I don't think I could go through the same cycle. Contrary to popular belief, I was not born to withstand prolonged drama and uncertainty.
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14 hour days really do not give you time for much else.
Though I try my best to keep my eyes open to my surroundings, most of the time I'm just labouring to get home so I can get my 4 hours sleep. Things have lightened up a bit after the launch, but in this world, I have learnt that it never ends. The good news? That I can handle it better and can pace it better.
Honestly, the world won't end if you reply two hours late.*
*does not apply to all forms of correspondence tagged urgent or important or contain the word 'now'
During those times when I drag my sorry and rebellious arse to the car at the ungodly hour of 630am, I try to remind myself, as I make an illegal u-turn at the traffic lights, that at least I am able to drive and own a car, unlike the young trainee nurses I see clustered in shadowy blobs by the bus stop every morning when I leave.
And as I zoom onto the Penchala, I give a little thanks for being able to see the sun slowly rise right before I enter the tunnel.
And when I get onto Sultan Ismail and realize that "hey! there's quite a few cars on the road!" I am not alone, there are many others stuck in the same pile of shit as I am! Then I feel much better, because at least I may be paid a couple of peanuts more.
Then I get to work and realize, god damn, what the heck girl, you just jumped right in and barrelled headfirst into a different world of equities, a world which just two months ago you knew as a world of debt markets. Where different things matter, where PER and P/B and EV/EBITDA are not cereal Honey Stars letters floating around in a bowl of milk.
And then you try to balance all that out with house renovation and studying for Level 3 of CFA.
My, if I really can achieve all that in this year, it would be the most astounding, unbelievable experience of my life.
Sorry to angkat bakul so much. Tiada orang di sisi untuk menolong, oleh itu kena 'self-help'.
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On another note, go Stalwarts!!! Go team!!! yay !! yay!!
You can take the girl out of debt markets, but you can't take debt markets out of a girl.
hahaha, eloquent post as usual. Hmmm, rashes may be a hormonal thing you know or some abnormality within which is manifesting itself in the form of a rash. It could be the change in your sleeping pattern etc. Might not be fungul or mites in nature.
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