  I’m sick, I’ve got a major case of the sniffles going on. Damn flu decides to rear it’s ugly head after the fact that I had already applied for Mon and Tues off. I’ve managed to complete my work and am now awaiting my turn to upload it to The Powers That Be (our foreign office). I think that’s how I got sick, I got busy and run down that those pesky germs managed to invade and conquer my immune system. Some ppl thrive on stress, getting that jolt of adrenaline. Everytime I get stressed, I shut down and develop an illness. Flu, headaches, swollen glands, the inability to greet or converse with another human being etc. As someone who has lived with me before, I believe Chase could offer her vehement agreement on this.
That’s how I cope. My mum says I’m lembik (it means soft for any non-Malay speaking ppl out there, if there are any of you), that I fold at the first sign of stress. You would think I’d be adept at handling stress since I still live at home. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my mum. But she’s been tough on me growing up, actually she still is.. She’s taken to nagging me while we’re cooking in the kitchen, when she basically has a captive audience. By captive, I mean you’re trapped there since you can’t leave the sambal ikan bilis otherwise it’ll burn. I plan to spend those 2 lovely days next week with the sofa, my blanket and 2 forests’ worth of tissues. Send someone to dig me out of those tissues if I don’t pop up next week, okay? 
