the countless shouting at the J1 orientation has finally taken its toll on me. mon i woke up feeling that there was a huge lump inside my throat, and after i drank my milo, it began.

the uncontrollable fits of coughs.

it was so bad im scared my alveoli would burst and lessen the surface area for oxygen transfer and then be diagnosed with emyzema (spell check) and then everyone would think im a smoker, which i had tried my darn best not to be. i had to run up to the toilet, and coughed out the sticky green thingy the size of a fifty cent coin (im not joking). i think my cilia has taken leave and is no longer working.

and it has been this way until today. kinda nice way to start the week eh.

the rest of the week didnt go as well also. ( i din even bother to take pics of stupid things that happened). ya i was just lost, trapped in my own mind about recent events.

the only hilight of the week was the outing with the J1's to the movie fest. they were showing the curious case of benjamin button.

i cant say the movie was bad though i did feel like sleeping half way in the movie. it was a new concept, showing one growing younger while your friends start growing older. i felt kinda sorry for the poor guy, for no one could ever understand what it would be like to be a teenager in a old body. but what interested me the most was how they were going to show the last minutes of his life, i thought they would show a baby face on a grown man, but it did not appear to be so.

later went to have dinner with joanne and chai jia. dunno how chai jia still can look so happy after what happened to her, but i bet it must stink inside. when things like this happen to strong people, what they really need is people to emphatize. so had a rather good time sharing jokes and stories while playing card games. all we can do now is hope that time will pass quickly and heal the wounds.

the movie (with other factors) has also thought me feel emphatise better. i have had a few heated arguements with my father and i have finally began to look at these stuff in a different light. it might not be that your parents are picky at times, but its just how they are hard wired to be. they have no choice but to be that way, even though they hate it as much to start an arguement. now when i see my fathers exparated look in the middle of an arguement, i quieten down and actually feel a sense of pity that this arguement had to happen. almost faintly, i can feel the hurt that resonates in his heart.

what a week.