I'm steadily losing the weight that I've put on the past few weeks. I got tired after watching the television for 2 hours. I got tired when I merely watched a one and a half hour movie. I got tired while eating. I got extremely tired after spending 5 hours in the friend's house doing absolutely nothing except playing online daidee. It feels like my body is ready to snap into two, or shatter into pieces, anytime now. Frail, and freaking fragile.

The night was tormenting. I was coughing so badly, the stomach and chest hurt. It's tiring. I didn't mean to disturb the parents but I couldn't endure the pain any longer. And the parents somehow are aware that if I look for them in the middle of the night, I'm totally at my wit's end. Dad gave up his luxurious queen sized bed and his position beside the mother for my single bed. Although he was nagging while applying medicated oil for me, his words sounded like the sweetest pieces of advice. And mama did her part by patting me to sleep, a touch so gentle it would seem like she was cradling a baby =P, but I'm sure she didn't get a moment's peace from all the racket I was creating. Couldn't sleep that night, was in agony. The morning saw dad accompanying me to the doc's, and I didn't have a single ounce of energy left to debate with him over some of his ludicrous comments. Simply 'nod nod' all the way to the clinic. And I realise each time I visit the doc, the tablets progressively increase in length. The largest antibiotic I ever attempt to take, now measures exactly 2cm. Quite a challenge to swallow. Kor kor isn't all that bad too. Somewhere last week while I was trying to cook my maggi noodles for lunch, he offered to cook them for me. Although the end product was super hard noodles, but I still appreciate it bro, and also for washing the dishes and all (you can rarely see him doing that at home). I feel so blessed. But gosh, it's two visits to the doctor's in 2 weeks. $_$

This bittersweet song playing right now, Konayuki, is one of the soundtracks from '1 Litre of Tears' (kudos to Weiming), the most melancholic japanese series I've ever watched. It attempted to drain all the tears I have in my tear glands. But somehow this show taught me something - being sick isn't unlucky, but simply an inconvenience. On the way to recovery, I hope.
thanks for always being there for me (: