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Sunday, July 05, 2009

what on earth have i got into...






there were incalculable happy, joyous moments and events that i would love to share after my arduous MST.
however, some kind of nightmare is terribly haunting me day and dawn.
leeching every micro energy that has left within me...

joline is not well, at all.








since the second or third paper of my test, fever comes and goes.
seen a doctor, sought medication.
but in the midst of battle, how am i suppose to obtain ample rest?

until these couple of days, situation branches out to more tormenting symptoms.
feeling nauseated, lost of appetite, throwing up almost nothing from my stomach, strengthlessness, disturbed sleeps, oozing of cold perspiration etc.
(yea, now just back from some puking)


last night was bad, unpleasantly bad.
skipped dinner not because nonsense like slimming down,
but the suffocation around my chest caused me to constantly feel disgusted yet unable to vomit.

kl was more than worried.
periodic calls and messages never stop to check on my conditions.
at point of times, i cant help but threw tantrums at him when he was trying to ease my misery.
that was an immediate regret.
so much emotions rushed up into my head, until vulnerability struck and it got out of control.


i hate to do that over the phone, i hate being a weakling.


guess it was a shock to him, he toned down and began comforting me.
"don't cry dear, im here im here..."

sorry, i didnt mean to react as such. i love you...











sis is gonna bring me to clinic again after her tuitions.
i saw a very ghostly, pale girl in the mirror.


please, let me recover ASAP.