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Hi I'm Farah Afiqah. It does not really matter how you choose to pronounce it. I'm 19.
Speak, think and live easy. Indecisive and gullible but I don't need anyone to make choices for me. What really matters is what I do with what I have. At times, I love to hear things that makes no sense at all. Its stress-free. Treat me right and I'll learn how to clique with you.
This is my blog, my say. Everything I express here, is purely from the bottom of my heart. Have fun reading! xoxo

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

SICK-O

So, i went to jolin family clinic at limbang on the day my temperature was 38.1.

I reach there only to know that my temperature had fallen to 36.8.
Still, mama insist me to go see the docter. I couldn't say no bcos she gave me that stern look.

Okay, the truth is, i hate visiting the docter. It creeps me out. I keep having this trauma that if i visit the docter, i'm gonna die soon. Weird huh?
So, mama tried to help me out by gossiping about the people around us and the nurse there.
Her and her stories are like never-ending -.-

I went in the docter's room alone. Mama said that I should be tough enough to go in alone.
The receptionist had to call my name thrice before i finally agreed to come in alone.
I recognised the docter, of course. She was our family docter. So i told her my problem.
Cough, fever and sore throat. And she told me into my face that i had 53% risk of getting H1N1.
-.- OKAY? and she told me to wear a mask and i got scolded from her when i wore my mask wrongly. Upside down actually. haha. The last time i ever visited the docter was in 2005 so, she predicted that i was all the way very HEALTHY :D
So afterall, the trip to the docter's was not at all, frightening?

I've been sleeping the whole day yesterday and half of today too.
I just can't bring myself to swallow those yucky, weird coloured looking medicines. But i'm soooo used to cough syrup! ^.^ hak!
I'm missing so much lessons and i hope irah and nasrul will help me to catch up with my work.
This is so NOT THE TIME to fall sick.

Kecyk Kanina has been there to accompany me on the phone.
At least i have some one to entertainment me. He keeps telling me to get well so that i come to school and he has company. So now u feel how lonely it is without me in school?
I miss cha, i miss cha, i really wanna kiss u but i can't! Nanti jangkit tau b!

Mama just bought me $18 pp8 card. How thoughtful.

Despite me, running a temperature, i still have the energy to complete my art and revise on maths and geog. Feefly is definitely going on strong.
Take care all, don't be a sicko like me!

to acam spade my jiran.

thanks for caring about me so much. i appreciate it.