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Yvonne's Diary♥

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30/07/1991
Yvonne, Lin Xinying

SP- business administration

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falling sick is the last thing i ever wanted to
Wednesday, June 4, 2008 @ 8:28 AM
dear diary,

woke up feeling very headache this morning. i knew i will be sick, but didnt expect it to come so

fast.guess it was because i slept at 3plus ytd and lack of sleep this few days. so wasnt able to

make it to study with manting & guys.and sorry to aloy that i wasnt able to celebrate with you today.

hope you understand (: waste my day by lying on my bed. slept for like more than 12hours. so at

night, i woke up with not even a single soul at home. called my mom & she asked me to cook

porridge myself. told her i was having a bad headache, she dint even bother to bring me to a

doctor, nor come back and cook porridge for me. fucking sad at that moment. so there i went to

cook for myself, first attempt was a total failure. i guess i dint wash the rice clean enough, excessive

water & i dint bother to stirr. so the water turned dirty yellow, & there was a strong smell of

over-cooked. lolol. i cooked again and it wasnt very nice, quite dry. but edible though. -.- then my

mom came back, she forgot to buy me panadol. she insisted that there are stil panadols in the

fridge when i clearly told her there was none. so there she was taking some old medicine for me to

eat. i argued with her that it wasnt panadol, and she says i was afrAID of death. tears almost roll

down my cheeks at that time, but i hold them back. i dont wanna let her see my tears. hurt is all that

could describe my feelings. she dint ever bother about her daughter. however, things get better just

now. i was using my com in the room when she suddenly came with the medicine again, and

medicated oil. she offer to help me apply, that was only when i could feel the motherly love from

her.. somehow it brighten my mood. thanks mom (: theres pacc extra class and make-up lesson in

sch tomorrow. i hope i'll get better tomorrow. pls let me get well soon alright.







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