One week mid sem break? Cheh!

I don't know what sort of mid semester break this is. I came back last Wednesday evening with a load of assignments and work in my luggage. Thank goodness I came back in Joey's car, lest I'll have to lug bags of stuff onto the bus.

So far, whatever plans that I have to meet up with friends ain't very successful. Plans to meet up with Kin Hup were worse. Both of us are usually free at the wrong times. *sigh* It's just SO susah to meet up with him. I ruined one day of outing d, and after that, it's just difficult to meet...bah. Well, I didn't ruin the outing on purpose. I just didn't feel well that day.

It all happened on erm...Thursday, I think. I had to return the car to my dad & get him to send me to the KTM station in the afternoon... I was to meet up with KHup & KOnn at MV for lunch. By the time i actually got the MV, it was already around 3pm. I had to change trains and get myself tired out rushing here & there. Bummer. This is what I dislike about KL... the distance. I was tired, & I just didn't feel very excited & alive. I met up with them & we headed off for lunch at Mr H's Fine Food. It's wa-lau expensive... but what to do? They like ma.

Before the food actually arrived, I was coughing my lungs out & my entire system just didn't feel 'me'. I wanted to cancel the order but it was alreadty too late cos they've already prepared the food. *sigh* Okay... I tried to eat. I failed badly. After several bites, I started coughing again til tears rolled down... & at one point, I just couldn't even place food into my mouth anymore cos i felt that everything's gonna come out again. I excused myself to the washroom.

I actually spent more than 15 minutes in the washroom trying to cough things out, but nothing came out :( Loads of phelgm & that's it. I decided to get out of the stinking toilet ( I thought the stinky smell could get me to throw up, but no) & head to Guardian for some medication of some sort. Going out with a doctor doesn't assure you anything about your health, I found out. Gah.

I bought a pack of cough lozenges from the pharmacy, received 2 phone calls from KH to ask where I am & if I'm ok, and headed back to the restaurant. *sigh* I seriously didn't feel too alive by then. Bummer. He was asking what's wrong with me & there were 101 questions after that..."Why didn't you tell me that you're not feeling well?", "Since when did you feel like this?"....etc. I really dunno what's wrong la. I couldn't eat more ater that. I reckon his brother was like wonderin what's wrong with this girl. Bah.


We left the place after paying the bill & oh boy, I didn't feel good. We went up the escalator & the next thing I know, I got onto the platform, stopped walking, turned to the dustbin & threw up. Bummer. He panicked la, of course, & I was sent home after cleaning myself up at the nearest washroom. I lao-saied 6 times that day & oh, the rest is history.