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Tuesday, August 10, 2010 . 8/10/2010 01:24:00 AM

My breathlessness is back. Maybe it's just a paranoid me who's not breathing properly.


Well, I'm just writing it here in case I haven't blog in a few days, that would mean I'm really ill, in hospital, in bed, whatever. Get the hint. 

Okay, fine. I'm paranoid now. I do that because I haven't had a really healthy body in years. But I don't want to say anything to Mum, 'cause I'm afraid she'll get me to the polyclinic and the polyclinic might send me to the hospital. I haven't been hospitalized before and I hate hospitals. I heard breathlessness is treated as an emergency case. All the most persuading me not to see a doctor. Plus I don't think I can afford to see it anyway, seeing that my 'dear' father isn't sending our allowance regular enough. 

Damn... there's still that amount of work to do...