1+2=5, if you get what i mean

ever since i was transferred to a different unit, i have made a record of skipping one day work of every week. that was in january. the excuses i give tend to be a bit unbelievable, hubs outstation, or a stomachache (but never went to get mc), or some maintenance guys coming over. anything as long that can get me off the hook. secretly i think that my boss doesnt believe the excuses i gave but she just go along with it. but this week, by far, is the biggest record ever because i missed work for 3 days.

the past weekend was really really tiresome. sisters and i did a marathon of shopping malls in kl, from pavilion to midvalley. i just realised that our malls are huge. yeah, i know it mounts to nothing compared to outside of malaysia. all the same, it did successfully made my legs hurt.

so, i skipped monday with the excuse of my car window broke and had it sent to the workshop (which is partly true but i got it done last friday). she bought that. i think. instead, i had a wonderful time chilling out with ibu and odah (again!) and did my hair. time well spent i must say.

tuesday was work as usual. but then i started to feel not so well. the weather has been so erratic that made me worship the aircondition more than necessary. i started to cough. dry cough. which rattled the whole body. at one time, when i was doing number two, i was coughing then my urat perut tertarik. that hurt like hell i tell you. i couldnt breathe for a few seconds.

today, it got worse. i couldnt stay in air-conditioned room but outside was burning. i couldnt stop coughing. my breath was getting shorter, mau semput. went to the clinic, did whatever was needed and got two days off from work. wohoot!

finally, a real mc! i wonder what my boss think of me now?

you crave for ice-cream when you have the cough. why oh why? and at ungodly hours too