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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Wednesday, July 19, 2006 11:46 AM

why am i always falling sick??

dunno whatever i ate on monday nite - either q bread or sweettalk - it caused my downfall yesterday. i felt abit nauseous going home after Sentosa on monday but thought nth of it and went to bed. then at 1 plus and 6 plus, i woke up to go toilet. i had stomach runs!! wahh den i ate this vvvv hot chinese medicine. its so hot i feel like i was drinking cooking oil or the feng you lor.. and it made my stomach feel v warm i tot i had a fever again. crap, i had to cancel yest's activities which i had so looked forward to!! damn sad.. the ikea trip and also had to fix another date to meet edwin to discuss the programs. sian.. wanted to go ikea for so long! anyway today i feel much better le.

yesterday, my hp was on silent mode so i missed 9 calls and a blank sms from baby. woah it scared me cuz hes nv the type to give so many missed calls. it turned out that he wanted to look for me, cuz he noe i was unwell, so he was v scared i had fainted or wat.. when i called him back it was almost 1 hr plus from the missed calls le. turned out he waited 45 mins for me to pick up his calls. but when i called him back, i was super shocked n scared cuz he told me he was in hosp cuz he had an accident.. and wat broken leg and all.. i was really v shocked and was thking to rush down to hosp.. so afraid it was v serious.. turned out it was a lie.. cuz he was angry w me for missing his calls.. i admit its my fault cuz i asked him to msg me aft he gt home. but forgot abt my hp.. so if sth had really happened to him, i wld really have missed his calls. but then i was also so angry w him for resorting to tis kinda lie to get back at me that i hung up on him. aft tt i called back cuz i was still afraid that he was lying.. meaning that he was really in an accident.. so i wanted to confirm.. luckily he was nt.. sigh.. it was so dramatic.. nv play such a trick anymore okay.. always rmb wat i told u that nite that whenever u drive home aft sending me back, i always fear tt it wld be the last time i'll c u.. so that joke really hit on my nerves cuz o this fear.. but anyway, cuz o yest, i learn to treasure u more.. cuz i really felt v frightened thking that sth had happened to u..

was reading my old diaries just now.. here and der.. felt like i was reading someone's else life/love stories.. or from a story book.. din feel like those tings really happened to me.. having a diary is good.. cuz it reawakens memories u have forgotten.. or dont even rmb they had happened haha.. some of them are nice recalls lah.. others, i cringed upon reading.. haha.. but somethings even tho i always deny or dont admit them, but upon reading my own writings from the diary, i guessed even i myself have to admit i did had feelings for some pple..albeit v mild ones.. if not some things wouldnt have happened, and somethings i wldnt have written them that way.. its kinda strange though that ur words are more truthful than ur thoughts. ur hands write down things that will reflect more than ur mouth will ever admit.

i dont want school to reopen!!

Signing off,
no more ink.

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