Thursday - a week cycle done

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by farehna

Oct 12, 2023

11:35am - I'm 3/4th done. Like yesterday I put the teens room last. I will clean it after she had lunch and leave. So as not to inconvenience the teen. Phew, bleach kills. It's so bad to clean in a cr with no proper ventilation. I tell you, it's torture. I want to vomit. Come to think of it, that may also be add up reason why my stomach ached last night. Urgh. Until now I can still feel a slight stabbing pain and churning sensation. I also fart a lot. I checked the net last. Broccoli is a contributor for gas. Also might cause stomach cramps. Damn. I had broccoli for 2 days ok. And sweet potato. Aiya, fart is natural. But the pain is not. Due to the pain I didn't press my cleaning. I wipe the house clean but it's not proper. Unlike yesterday where I put weight on it. The pain isn't the reason. It's the sensation. I can't endure it. It fucking hurts. Like damn much. Alas, I still have to work but I didn't take pain reliever. It's not to the point I can't move. I can but slowly and with no force. Like a wilted person. Gosh, I'm bored. The repetitive work is fine and not heavy but I want thrill. I remember the work at Task Us. I should pursue that one. It's not near but since I got here in Macau and am just fine then that will be a piece of cake. The work there is repetitive but more risky and case sensitive. I would want to live on those issues. Ok. I'm determined. I will finish a year contract here and work somewhere else. A hotel is also an option but not priority.

3:51pm - done with massage to anty langsa. Gahh. My back hurts. Back pain. Back pain. 😭 Aigoo. Aigoo. This is why I never liked home service. It's too hard on the body when you massage on an improper place. The bed is crucial. Very very very crucial for a massage therapist. No matter the body mechanics I try, it hurts to massage a person on the floor. You can't exert the proper pressure to hit the necessary points on the body. It redirects and hit me instead. Aigoo. I want a massage too. Let's see this Saturday if I can have a time off from anty langsa. I would go to a medical massage therapist. The massage on spas are not for correction. It's only for relaxation. No hitting of pressure points. Simply rubbing and passing of time. I know. I worked there at some time. I even consider going abroad as one. I receive quite a lot of offers and had I not said yes to anty langsa earlier on July, I could have agreed to those offers. The salary is even higher and the work hours are strict.

Ahhh. <grab my hair> my stomach still hurts. It's now a wretching pain. No stab. No pinch. No needle. Just plain churning. As if my intestines are swimming around. Heck, this hurts. I want to sleep. But I can't. I will be scolded. Besides I can't sleep. Aiya, what to do? What to do? 😣

7:37pm - done with dinner. I am just waiting for them to be done too and I can do my work. This time I will not close my door until 10. Just in case they call for me. It may be just my imagination but the kid seem to call me yesterday cause when I woke up I find the clothes on the sala. It's definitely the ones laundried at the morning. I'm not sure if they got them or if anty took them off from their hanger. But they are there. I'm freaked out. What happened? Do they need me to iron them immediately cause they are uniforms? Work clothes? So I did. But they didn't came for the clothes. 😮

Ah, right. My brain is really slow to function. The kid try to shot a magnet to hi is playhouse but it rolled towards me. I stop it with my right foot but it bump to my left foot. I pick it up and give it to the kid. I am eating. After I give it did I realize

. . . OMG!!! 😱😱😱 I should wipe it first. That's contaminated. The feet is dirty. Hands need to be cleaned since it's used to pick food or touch face. <sigh of relief> good thing the kid went to wipe it. I really hope so. Cause the kid went to the public computer area but I didn't see what he did. When the kid returned I silently prayed he wiped it. 🙏🙏🙏 Please kid. You did it. Aiya, now my stomach cramp is another level. It's no longer pinching me. It's twisting me. 😣 I keep holding on my fart cause I fear the employers will smell. This house is at most enclosed you know. Hence the Aircon and electric fan every corner. The window locks are also tight and act as some sort of sound proof. It lessen the noise of the cars and bustling outside. So fart will go around for sure. I don't want to try it to know. I'm curious. 😋 😈 But I won't do it. I can't be annoying now. I'm still technically in trial period. I still don't have my visa. Hehe.😸 So I have to behave.

9:40pm - I'm done. Hay life! 😗 So tired. I can't feel the pain when I'm doing something exhausted. It's really great to work until exhausted when in pain. Haha. 😅 I know it's clique but it really do numb the pain. Physical action that is.

The kid talked to me. He said something about no need to close but I didn't hear it correctly. So I ask again starting with his first word 'For'. But the kid didn't repeat. I only smile and want to ask but the father is there. So I can only grin foolishly. I didn't get what the kid said and it's weighing on my mind. Damn why don't my employer have a Facebook. Or even if they have I don't know their account. 😭 I want to know what the kid told me. It's an order ok. And he finally spoke to me. 😁 So cute. So kawaiii. I want to pinch the kid. I want to cuddle. I want to hug. Oh my, I can't to any of the sort. Promise I'm not a pedo. I just adore cute things but my affection is too strong so I restrain or else . . . Eherm. I miss our cats. And dogs. Pets are best for this situation. Furry pets. Ah, I want to have a black panther. Dolls won't do. I want live ones. Oh how I wish I'm in a world where people can turn to animals. Or magic. I can turn something to animal. Hehe. 😊 But reality gives me only a spare pillow. Haha. 🐒