Tuesday, July 29, 2008.

my head is pounding.
i can't find the damn thermometer.
sigh.
i am sick, with a damn dying cough and a bloody fever.
i have been having a fever for the past two days, but heck.
and the moment i came home, i collapsed on my bed,
my grandma didn't even look at me,
in fact nobodydid.
heck, screw them.
now she is talking to mom.
just had dinner,
porridge, just three scoops into a small bowl, using the normal spoon.
and while eating, i nearly puked.
and yay~
nobody noticed anything.
i dunno whether i should be happy or sad.
but i am gonna take panadol, and go sleep now.
i don wanna stay at home, miserable and sick.
whats the damn point to stay at home when my grandma don't give a damn shit?

yeah right, only when i am sick, give all those
'awww. amanda.' and shit.
fuck yourself and die.
don give me all those sick when you just want me to hurry up and be cured,
sigh.
staring at the screen is making my head pound even more.
ok then.
shall go and take and sleep now.
my throat is killing me.
and oh people, i am coming to school tml, that is if i can wake up and don faint.
but like i said, no hell way am i gonna stay at home.
byes people, pray for my miraculous recovery.

p.s
i am married to my junior, who is a girl, and she is my husband.

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