Friday, February 10, 2006
i am waiting to see the doc. i CANT WAIT!!!! i cant wait to be given the medicine and be rid of my bloody headache and achiness.
i was a disaster for azhar. that bloody room was so cold. my head was burning hot while the rest of me was so cold that i could turn purple.
i feel so sad for myself. i wrote in such ugly handwriting that i am scared that azhar will deduct marks based on that. and my pen run out of ink. the second one almost did. so the ink was scratchy and barely visible...
and its suffice to say it's doomed to be the worst paper i ever done.
oh yah...
since i was too woozy( lazy) to walk, i took a bus home and was reminded why i hate takin buses in the first place.
i was dying to go home, but that bloody bus ride took so long coz the bus driver has to possess a super- duper- above- average kind soul who stopped for every single one even if he has to wait for 5 minutes.
and my pain is so bad that the tears could just fall on its own...
and i was wondering what could make me cry, why i hadnt done so over the past decade.
pain could. combined with self-misery.