Itch itch

2012-02-18T09:32:00.001+08:00

Last post was about bitch. Now it's itch. Ah, the fun of rhymes.

As mentioned in my previous post, I indicated that work took over my life hence the lack of TLC on the blog. In fact I hardly kept in touch with my friends (sorry, girls!) during those few weeks, and they were probably wondering if I was still alive.

Luckily I had some entries on the blog, albeit short ones, to indicate that I still am.

Despite all that, I managed to squeeze in a couple of minutes daily to talk to my parents, and even had a decent lunch at Imperial Chakri Palace, Suria KLCC to celebrate father's birthday. I don't remember when was the last time I had a relaxing lunch without checking my Blackberry every minute, or every time it blinks... whichever comes first. However, sad to say all the dishes that came out that day merged into one in my mind, and I don't remember what is what anymore.

Here are some of the pics I took with my Blackberry. Three out of seven dishes. Can anyone help to identify?

As with all things merging into one, I find that my recollection of days and dates got zipped and united into one. My conversation with colleagues would sound like this:

"So, what was reviewed on Tuesday?"

"We did this, this... and..."

"Erm... I THINK we reviewed this last Friday. Or Thursday. Crap."

"We did? Right. Oh ok then. Then what about this? I thought we reviewed this yesterday."

"Wait. Did we even look at it?"

"Guess so. Yes. Eh wait. No. What the hell..."

"Can't remember. All the days look the same to me..."

When you work 7 days a week, you start to hallucinate that Monday is Tuesday, and Wednesday is Sunday. Then you start identifying important (or not so important) event like Valentine's Day as The 10am Meeting Day on 20th Floor. Breakfast was Pringles and chips. Staple was quadruple espresso shot. Concealer became the only makeup essential. Sleep was a luxury.

You know what, amidst all that, I started to develop itches on my body, fingers, palms, legs, arms and face. I wasn't sure if it were bugs or something, and the office guy kindly offered to Dettol-fy my desk. When I analysed what I ate/drink for the past weeks trying to figure out if they affected my blood stream, nothing out of the ordinary came up. Finally with a little bit of extra time, I researched on the internet to self-diagnose this itch.

Apparently stress and lack of sleep can cause imaginary itch.

What! Mine wasn't imaginary or psychological itch. I swear I saw all the red marks developing into rashes like hives, and they disappear after half an hour. The moment I felt the itchiness coming, there was a mental mantra being chanted "It's all in my mind. It's all in my mind. There's no itch. It's all... FUCK. *scratch**scratch* Aahhhhh... helpppp!"

After weeks of not posting proper stuff, the first serious thing I do is to announce to the whole world that my body itches. How melodramatic is that!

I would love to spend my Saturday paying my sleep debt, and probably to detox whatever it is from my blood system so I can start function normally, and not acting like I have some kinda skin disease. If I had to roast myself under the hot sun (after slapping on 10 layers of SPF50 sunscreen, of course), I would. In fact now at the type of typing this, I'm staring at the red rash on my right arm. Not scratching. Not scratching. It's all in the mind.

I had a weird dream few days ago, and in my dream I saw cockroaches. Eeeee... then I woke up to check for dream interpretation on my Blackberry. Get this, cockroaches in dreams means uncleanliness.

-_-

Despite the busy schedule, I really don't think I have gone through a day without bathing. Seriously, it can't be that bad that I started merging all my baths into one day.

Right?

I may have gotten a bit lazy on the makeup, but not bathing. Aiks. Anyway, the good thing about not too much makeup means I'm doing a skin diet. You'll be surprised by your facial skin's ability to renew and protect itself when you strip off all those rich creams and gel. It also gives me the confidence to face the public without much makeup. Not like I'm hitting on my client or the opposing party in my project, so why bother looking like I've put in so much effort on my face. If I have that much time to apply makeup, surely I'd spent more time doing the work in office.

With the renewed confidence, I know I'm actually Adriana Lima... in the parallel universe.

By the way, I'm typing this from the office on a Saturday. Got a conference call at 10am. After this, it's home, bed and Sunday. I can't wait. Really.

If only my clients can see me right at this moment. Sweat pants, polo shirt, bare-footed, sitting with one leg up, cookie crumbs on their documents, munching on apple. Such is life. Now, where's the office supply of junk food to get me through the conference call?!

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Itch itch