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Sunday, September 03, 2006
sick

today, i am ok.
yesterday, i am not.

yesterday, went to bishan park early in the morning. met nat and her mum to go to the parkinson's day walktahon. there, we saw a milo van. yummy. our favourite. before the walkathon starts, both me and nat went to the milo van like 2 or 3 times. oh, and we make henna too. nice.

we walked 2 km. we saw ms gwen there. didn't know that she's specialised in neuroscience seh. 1st round of the walk, didn't see anybody. 2nd round, saw Ri and his gang. later after the walk, took milo, again. saw biba and her gang. :) she dancing lah later.. oh, believe it or not, me and nat took a bottle of milo. on our way to the stage area, we saw the milo van driver and nat was like hiding the milo. haha.

when i reached home, i felt so damn tired. seriously tired. like i said, i think i got some kind of syndrome. after few minutes of slping, i woke up because i want to micturate. i felt so feverish. took my temperature and i had slight fever. 37.6. later, check again, 37.8. later check again, 38.1. i slept. slept like i don't know how many hours. i was quiet yesterday. no moodlah.

today, i am ok. i starts to talk. my parents got headache.

haiz. i don't know how i shd write. but, i think i..... haiz.

oklah.

tata.


9:52 AM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!