random thoughts #2

I just saw another wedding table number idea from a blog site I was following. They used pearls to form the numbers and they pasted the pearls in a picture frame. I think I want to use some beads and then the bridesmaids and I or just my sister and I can arrange those beads ourselves. It could be one of our bonding moments. Plus it would save us money.

Also, for the dress, I plan to have the long skirt more like a wrap around so I could take it off during the reception. I could have a tube dress underneath, then when I wear the wrap around skirt, it would look like a long gown.

Baby Marc is not so active today. I think he’s not feeling well. He doesn’t have a fever but he’s not eating properly. After a few spoonful (well, half a spoonful) of food, he doesn’t want to eat anymore. I think it’s the flu shot he’s had last Friday. He also has a cold. Not that bad, but I think it’s what’s causing his distress. I guess it’s normal. Because after I had the flu shot last year, I suffered from flu for a week. My office mates were teasing me. For me, the definition flu shot is not for prevention – my body takes it as it is: as flu. So I absorbed all the flu virus in my body, and that’s why it’s called the flu shot for me.

Well, in reality, shots are armed with viruses that when introduced to the body, the immune system would develop antibodies that would fight these viruses so that when it’s actually the flu season, the body would have a stronger defense against these viruses. At least that’s what I know. So it means my immune system is already shitty that’s why once a certain virus (even as a form of a vaccine) is introduced in my system, my body’s defense system cannot fight it. In short, I’m doomed. Haha

Crap. I’m having a terrible headache. I haven’t recovered yet from my graveyard shift last Friday. I slept all through my Saturday afternoon, so I was awake the entire evening. Then I slept the whole morning of Sunday. Then I woke up early this Monday morning, but my shift doesn’t start until 4PM. This is not good. This Friday, I don’t want to do a different shift anymore. Enough is enough. I don’t care anymore if they hate me for it.

it’s me,

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