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Asyuhada ♥
I laugh over small things most of the time.
Friday, August 20, 2010


It's been 3 days since i last stepped into Anderson Secondary School. The doctor said, "You're suspected of having Lungs Infection, i give you two days, if you still feel pain around your chest, you have to come back and we'll do X-RAY for you." I told Boyf about it, and i feel so guilty. I know i'm troubling him, he's damn worried. I'm so sorry for all this to happen, i didn't expect it to happen. Thanks for praying very hard, i'm trying my very best to be strong and fight this sickness. I don't want you to worry too much about me, i'm okay. I just need time to get well soon. When you texted me that long msg, i was shivering and my temperature was 38.5. I know i'm not strong, but you gave me the encouragement to stay strong. I'm very proud of you, Izman. I thought of not telling you that i was running on a high fever, but i can't go on lying. When i wake you up this morning, i told you about it, your voice changed. You told me, "I can't hear any bad news from you, when you told me that, how am i gonna go school? I kept thinking about you." Gosh, i feel like dying after you told me that. I feel like i'm just a useless girl, who can't take care of myself. By saying "SORRY" can make me feel a little bit ease, dear. I wanna get well soon before Hari Raya, i'm hoping that it can happen.