Saturday, April 29, 2006

in sickness and in health

I can't recall the last time my temperature spiked to a thirty eight point something. I don't normally succumb to illnesses. Even Irah asked, "What happened to you?" This is what happens when your friends are sick and you share drinks and infest their aura. I swear I was like a walking zombie last night, dishevelled hair and all, when I dragged myself out of bed [a miracle, because I felt paralysed] into the kitchen to swallow a panadol. Must've slept for at least 12 hours. Woke up to a screaming brother, a hungry mother and the sweetest message in the entire world. <3

The dear boy takes very good care of me. The day was on the wane and he obtunded my queasiness through the entire bus ride. Even with the sarcasm and pokes. Yes, I'm certain it was him and not the glorifying slip of laminated paper [if you disregard the C for Physics] in my bag. No, couldn't be that. Definitely him. (:

I walk for miles along the highway, well, that's just my way of sayin' I love you.

remained aloft at 12:27 PM