I'm having presentations. so many of them on the weeks starting tomorrow and i cant even swallow fluid right, let alone speak.

gahh. its been so many days and my sore throat just got worse and worst. not its so bad I'm coughing like I've contracted Tuberculosis. other than I'm not coughing any blood out of my body. i seriously think i don't have enough to afford to cough out any. how am i going to describe the pain in the pathetically tortured throat? if i gonna scream' ARG> IT STINGS!' I'm just consoling myself it wasn't at all bad. )))))))):
WHAT IS THIS!

For all the moment on the bed, i started reminiscing. Not that i want to, flash back just come unstoppable-ly. no such word i know, tell me what else can i use to substitute this. and for a moment, i stoned. apparently, i seems to be sickly on the Sundays. and the Sundays i used to lived, i had you. I haven't been at all frank. i hate all the times you tell me ' you can't eat this darling! it gonna make you feel worse.' then smiled and put everything back on the rack, or simply herd me away like I'm a sheep. i hate it. but i know you just meant well. OWW. and now I'm missing you telling me that. no i won't get angry, though i do throw tantrum because of that. My bad. Every time, i love you more when you promised i could eat anything and everything after i recover, upon my tantrum. then like a little girl, i would broke into a smile and cheers,
'you promised?'
'yes.'
happy.

those were the days. Now i sit on the bed all by myself. i guess you won't even be bothered even if i broke my limbs.
Do you hear me pray through my sleep, call your names, and hoping you sit beside me?





edited.
i wonder how many people read my blog. how about you people tell me if you are?
HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm sick I'm sick. play with me.
gee gee gah gee goo. ):

;i am afraid