i woke up to go school. but damn, how sleepy can i get.
dear doc,
skipped lessons after lunch to sleep at home.
i napped. 3 hours. things dint get better.
oh ya, after every meal i consume, i juz feel so naseous and wanna throw them out.
no-no, no sex engagement.
am i suffering from some unknown disease or some terminal illness that i didnt realise?
then one day i'll suddenly just faint on the ground.
everybody will juz gather around, a few samaritans will be some kind souls and cal the ambulance and squat down to check if i'm alright, not forgetting to kp reassuring that i stil hav some breaths and heartbeats goin on. while the ones standing at the backs, especially those with curly hairs and 3/4 pants carrying baskets full of vegetables and meat.
will start pointing their index finger at me, mumbling and whispering their way along.
.............
then the nez thing i see, i'll be lying in some bed of a hospital, nurses will go all chirpy and says
"you're awake! hw r u feeling? u knocked out on the streets 3 hours ago and a guy juz sent u in."
i'll start panicking. my paranoia overflowing.
"erm...am i suffering from any terminal illness?"
"huh?!" said the nurse.
"i mean, u can realli come straight with me, i can handle it. please, just tell me, honestly.
"dont you worry! doctor says u are juz too tired out. you will be fine"
as i lay back on my bed with calmer thoughts, a man wil come in.
and says "hi i'm the one who sent u in, how r u?"
he's a 1.8 m, wif big dark hazel eyes, as he flash mi that smile, his row of straight and opaque white teeth just double up the fact that he is so charming.
he left his number down, and promised to come visit me everyday.
oh my, i so wanna faint on the streets now.