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but i can't breathe, but i have to - Wednesday, August 5, 2009 @ 8:29 PM

'How would you rate your health?' The black printed words of the Health Survey glared at me on 5th August, 13:02
I wanted to tick the box which had 'Very bad' next to it,
But i decided against it.
And sadly, my body decided to prove my answer wrong again.

I got a nice slap across my face(don't worry about it, celine)during dance.
I was already screwing like every single dance up already and right, blood just had to make it worse.
There was just blood, no pain.
It was like anathestic, the numbness, like braille-like-ants crawling all over your skin.
And the lava tears just spill over as though my eyes were like volcanoes.
I fought the tears back, I couldn't let Celine feel guilty.
And failed, terribly. I cried, third time during dance.
Jolene and Natasha ran with me towards the bathroom.
I'm so sorry Jolene. You're blood-o-phobic and you still had to be such a nice mummy cum vice-captain.
Blood was spewing like from the lower part of my face. I don't know how. It was as though my skin had holes.
I leaned against the cool ceramic and splashed water, I didn't know how much of that precious resource I wasted.
And God knows how much blood I contain for a person with heart problems.
The red liquid(I observed that it was bright red so it should have came from the arteries)spilled out from my nose and my lip.
Once, there was like a clump of blood. Like cells make tissue. I coughed it out of my nose.
Doesn't make sense but, Jolene again, had to bring me to wash up.
Gosh, ILY Jolene(:
And she stepped on my blood cause I left a trail, like the Hansel and Gretel story, and she was freaking out.
I'm terribly sorry inside out of my guts.
So I had to sit down for like the next ten minutes till I somewhat pleaded with Laoshi to let me dance.
Natasha said that I had a longing look when I was seeing them dance.
Maybe yes, maybe not.
But seeing them dance inspired me for another story. A romance-ghost story.
Right.Like I could even have time to even plan that out.

Anyway, thank you Jolene.

I'm staring at the 'Dhamol' pink bottle next to my wrist now.
It's a suspension.
Which means that it's not homogenous and light can't pass through it and whole lot of science crap that is due for memorizing.
I've drank one quater of the bottle.
And I need more, but it's hard with my brother around.
I'm sorry Krystal,
But when you swallowed like one litre of blood just to reassure everyone that the blood didn't come from the mouth or the nose, and that you nearly puked when you came back home, I needed the medicines.
The fever med is strawberry flavored and I know there are many bottles at home.
I know where they are kept.
Actually, you can't blame me for drinking this cause I'm really running a fever.
37.8celcius.
That's like the core of the Earth for someone which an average temperature of 34.2celcius.
I slide my finger across the smooth surface of the transparent spoon, the pink heavy liquid pours out and I take a wonderfully soothing sip.
And somehow, it's addictive.
But it's not nicotine, a small voice chanted in my head. But nicotine isn't the only addictive thing in the world right?
Cause I know french fries ought to banned for being addictive.

I REALLY WANT TO DANCE.
But somehow, screw it. My body just hates me to the core.
Throughout the entire dance, I was having that achey feeling tingling down my back.
I heard the screeches and cracks as I danced.
I wasn't concentrating so Laoshi scolded me. But, screw it, I was hurting like hell. And having sitff necks.
I damn well need a spine transplant.

I SWEAR I WILL DANCE.
Well, screw it.
Let's just pray and cross fingers that the school will apporve of the dance exchange/camp/social event/I don't know what the hell you call it.
Even so, I'm going to prove it to the world,
I'm going there to damn well learn dance.Appreciate dance.Whatever.
Even if I came up with pyscho jokes with Laoshi this afternoon about 'sleeping' together,
I'm not going there to hook up with who so ever.
And screw it, I don't like Aloysius the way he likes Jolene.
So I'm not jealous of Jolene.
I like Aloysius as a friend.Or rather, a dad.
And like I said, there's a way of making guy friends without them being your ex.

J(moss)
J(seaweed)
CJ
I swear I have the lousiest taste for guys.
Well, in my life, I've only fancied these 3 REAL guys.
Apart from my crush on my cousin, Eugene.
SO YEAH, WHAT THE HELL.
No fairytale ending.Like hell I need one in the first place.
Like what Krystal said, guys are just bloody heartbreakers.
Maybe I should become a Mother, like you know Mothers who work in churches.
Screw it all.

There's 8 more days to common test and from the looks of it,
I'm not going to study.
Well, maybe for Maths.Cause I have to prove to Chuweeee that I'm the most bimbotic creature in the world - quoted from J.
And I have a feeling that all teachers don't like me, except for Mrs. Yeo.
She didn't scold me for using a metal ruler, she even lent me her half-transparent ruler.
And she gave Krystal hell for her blue metal ruler.
OHWELL.
I think I'm created just to do science.Anything but Physics.

Thanks alot for making my life so miserable,

But when I trace the shape of your smile across the glossy photo paper, I just can't help but to smile. Grinning, I ask myself, why do you have to have such a infectious smile.

Lots of love and fever meds,
Algae

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You're blood-o-phobic and you still had to be such a nice mummy cum vice-captain. Blood was spewing like from the lower part of my face. I don't know how. It was as though my skin had holes. I leaned against the cool ceramic and splashed water, I didn't know how much of that precious resource I wasted. And God knows how much blood I contain for a person with heart problems. The red liquid(I observed that it was bright red so it should have came from the arteries)spilled out from my nose and my lip. Once, there was like a clump of blood. Like cells make tissue. I coughed it out of my nose. Doesn't make sense but, Jolene again, had to bring me to wash up. Gosh, ILY Jolene(: And she stepped on my blood cause I left a trail, like the Hansel and Gretel story, and she was freaking out. I'm terribly sorry inside out of my guts. So I had to sit down for like the next ten minutes till I somewhat pleaded with Laoshi to let me dance. Natasha said that I had a longing look when I was seeing them dance. Maybe yes, maybe not. But seeing them dance inspired me for another story. A romance-ghost story. Right.Like I could even have time to even plan that out. Anyway, thank you Jolene. I'm staring at the 'Dhamol' pink bottle next to my wrist now. It's a suspension. Which means that it's not homogenous and light can't pass through it and whole lot of science crap that is due for memorizing. I've drank one quater of the bottle. And I need more, but it's hard with my brother around. I'm sorry Krystal, But when you swallowed like one litre of blood just to reassure everyone that the blood didn't come from the mouth or the nose, and that you nearly puked when you came back home, I needed the medicines. The fever med is strawberry flavored and I know there are many bottles at home. I know where they are kept. Actually, you can't blame me for drinking this cause I'm really running a fever. 37.8celcius. That's like the core of the Earth for someone which an average temperature of 34.2celcius. I slide my finger across the smooth surface of the transparent spoon, the pink heavy liquid pours out and I take a wonderfully soothing sip. And somehow, it's addictive. But it's not nicotine, a small voice chanted in my head. But nicotine isn't the only addictive thing in the world right? Cause I know french fries ought to banned for being addictive. I REALLY WANT TO DANCE. But somehow, screw it. My body just hates me to the core. Throughout the entire dance, I was having that achey feeling tingling down my back. I heard the screeches and cracks as I danced. I wasn't concentrating so Laoshi scolded me. But, screw it, I was hurting like hell. And having sitff necks. I damn well need a spine transplant. I SWEAR I WILL DANCE. Well, screw it. Let's just pray and cross fingers that the school will apporve of the dance exchange/camp/social event/I don't know what the hell you call it. Even so, I'm going to prove it to the world, I'm going there to damn well learn dance.Appreciate dance.Whatever. Even if I came up with pyscho jokes with Laoshi this afternoon about 'sleeping' together, I'm not going there to hook up with who so ever. And screw it, I don't like Aloysius the way he likes Jolene. So I'm not jealous of Jolene. I like Aloysius as a friend.Or rather, a dad. And like I said, there's a way of making guy friends without them being your ex. J(moss) J(seaweed) CJ I swear I have the lousiest taste for guys. Well, in my life, I've only fancied these 3 REAL guys. Apart from my crush on my cousin, Eugene. SO YEAH, WHAT THE HELL. No fairytale ending.Like hell I need one in the first place. Like what Krystal said, guys are just bloody heartbreakers. Maybe I should become a Mother, like you know Mothers who work in churches. Screw it all. There's 8 more days to common test and from the looks of it, I'm not going to study. Well, maybe for Maths.Cause I have to prove to Chuweeee that I'm the most bimbotic creature in the world - quoted from J. And I have a feeling that all teachers don't like me, except for Mrs. Yeo. She didn't scold me for using a metal ruler, she even lent me her half-transparent ruler. And she gave Krystal hell for her blue metal ruler. OHWELL. I think I'm created just to do science.Anything but Physics. Thanks alot for making my life so miserable, But when I trace the shape of your smile across the glossy photo paper, I just can't help but to smile. Grinning, I ask myself, why do you have to have such a infectious smile. 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