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Two weeks ago I took leave from work for a whole week. I thought of spending it watching movies, going out with friends, taking my mum out to lunch and reading a lot. Instead, I fell sick. I contracted a vicious virus that kept me under a high fever for 6 days.
It was shitty you know, my back was aching like hell throughout the ordeal, I was nauseous all the time and vomitted each night. But there was solace in having my mum be so nice to me. At the end of the week when I was better and had to return to work no more rested than before my break, I was sad at having to once again spend most of my day out of the home and away from my mum. It felt like leaving childhood all over again. Two days after I returned to work I saw the unfinished pieces of papaya and mango that I'd asked for during my invalidation and that my mum had then made sure to get for me, and I actually felt nostalgic.
Last week I received my annual bonus and an increment in my salary. It's not much compared to what many other companies give, but I'm happy anyway. I celebrated by buying myself an iPod video.
I also had to treat the Russian to a nice dinner. We went to Es Mirada this past Sunday. We had their signature garlic bread, grilled mushrooms, a skillet of some really good mussels and a pan of paella. We had rice pudding and Spanish coffee for dessert. The bill: $110, the most I've ever spent on a meal.
As we oohed and aahed at how amazing the food tasted, we talked about how fucking great we were.
Me: It's at times like these I'm really grateful I have a proper job.
The Russian: Yeah. Actually we're not doing too bad.
Me: We're not lawyers or investment bankers but we like our jobs, and we're earning not too bad and we've even found love. Our friends should hate us, except we're so fucking loveable.
The Russian: Which makes us sooo disgusting.
I really don't mean to rub this is anyone's face or anything (I love you Joon!), it's just a lousy timing coincidence that we had this conversation a few days ago and I want to note it down so I don't forget.
Speaking of finding love, U.ma and I analysed her love life over lunch yesterday and realised this: That she is fated to be an SPG, even though she doesn't want to be one. She's allergic to ang mohs, but you know, it's just the way her life has turned out. It's a great idea for an article in a women's magazine, I think: What to do when you realise you're an SPG, and how to reconcile this with your principles. Adle.na would you like to pick up on this for one of your freelance jobs?
I reported on the World Economic Forum on East Asia on Sunday and Monday. Best assignment on this job yet, I think. I had a lot of fun, partly from attending the dialogue sessions themselves and partly from meeting all the other journalists, chatting with those I already knew and making new friends too.
My suggestion about taking a family trip to Turkey has actually found traction with my parents. Well, somewhat. My mum just told me today that she's mentioned it to my father and he said, "Huh" (no question mark), which is apparently an indication of consent. I don't know, she's the only one in my family who talks to him and I really have no tools with which to analyse my father's responses. But anyway she seems quite confident that he is in agreement, despite the fact that he literally has not said anything but "huh" (no question mark), and is telling me to start watching out for flight deals. I can't help but be a tad excited myself. I have been thinking and even dreaming a lot in my sleep about travelling again.
