Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Gosh, it feels so dampen to feel sick and restless in every single thing I do. I was reluctant when the reception lady assist me to put the mask on the minute she gave me the "omg-look" when she asked of my occupation, "Front office." "What line?" Hotel it is. Haha. I was literally breathing my own breathe, felt suffocating at first but I got Hafiz by my side to set aside the hideous side of me while he, being supportive, made me being good and obedient throughout the time in the clinic with me and the mask and not forgetting, my tedious, hideous specs.
$46 flew in thin air for me and my sickness.
But in anyway, I couldn't thank you more than what you have been wid me (even if
some most of the time you make me flare up like no tomorrow)
bedridden me