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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
sick
Saturday, April 19, 2008 | 8:53 pm

currently, i am part of those people who went parallel with the fluctuating weather. not blaming anyone but myself. i took the liberty of exchanging my sweater with a friend who were of a bigger size than me. he was having fever at the point when he wore my sweater. i was ignoring his status and i was thankful of his gigantic sweater, big enough to hide me. it was all that mattered. afterall, advantages do have consequences. he sparked off his germs on my sweater which i wore the next day. so basically, it is clear of whom to be blamed.

i lost my voice before the closing ceremony yesterday and had only a few percentage of my voice to sing, to commemorating the ceremony. i was really picking up a fight with mother nature when i sang. i sounded horrible, yet self-proclaimed cute.

what i felt when i woke up in the morning is what i'm feeling currently. my taste buds are currently out of order and it bothers me so much that it makes me curse. my head is having a mob, my ears are plugged, my eyes are watery, i can't taste a thing, i am hot yet cold, my voice suck and i feel light. i can barely feel the pain of getting pinched. what have i become?
i'm scared.

the name tag


ernest's ball


ken [the grinch]




compliments for 16th,17th & 18th of april.
thank you so much for everything;
Dr Ernest Wong, Ken Koh & Peter Lau