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Thursday, December 13, 2007
*croak*
Wanted to go to work today. I asked Marisa to take over the student tour guide job as my voice still have not recovered, but I wanted to go to the office to work. I walked out of my house, to the bus stop and felt so giddy and felt like puking. Couldn't even stand properly. In the end I gave up. Called my dad who took me to the doctor's and then went home. =(
There goes my baito money! And there goes my hols! It's been almost a week and I'm still not well. Screw this stupid illness. Told my boss I'm going to work tomorrow. And I better! No money already. I dun wanna stay home and lie in bed for a full week. =(
What a depressing week. *croak*
~ { 11:05 PM }
reflections @ 11:05 PM
