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Saturday, June 07, 2008

9:36 PM

Friday, 6/6/08.

Woke up. Gathered stuff and got to school. Saw you at the old band room, but we didn't talk. Left for SALT, practised Huiyao's and my duet. Heard about the suspended cymbals, trying not to show what I was thinking. Went out to take a break, but it didn't help.

Went out with Jie Xuan, Qi Fan, Jason, some TK girls. Wasn't in the mood, just replying nonsense. Said I was tired, when I was more than that. Didn't eat dinner at Subway, just looked at Jason and Jie Xuan. Fell asleep on the MRT, woke up abruptly on my stop. Suddenly had gastric. Went to Burger King, felt nauseous after eating. Gastric still there. Dragged myself onto the bus, painfully, finally reached home.

Vaguely hearing my mum say, "Your bill this month is atrocious! 2000 smses..."

But couldn't care. Peeled off my contacts, swallowed 2 antacids, and went to bed, with a splitting headache and churning stomach.

Saturday, 7/7/08, early morning.

It's dark. It feels like someone has pressed a hot iron to my head. But the rest of me feels cold and clammy. Can't find my blanket, just sort of trembled on my bed. Can feel my bile rising, there's a very unpleasant taste in my mouth. Tried to hold it down, but it was too late. I pulled myself to the side of the bed and heaved.

And heaved.

Until I stopped. Wiped my mouth on my shirt. Accidentally breathed in the sick vapor, smelling Burger King. Pressed a hand to my chest. Stop. Yeah stop now.

Tried groaning for someone. But no one was awake. Closed my eyes. Opened them. My head was still spinning.

Pulled myself together. Walked out of bed. Got a towel, and a small bucket. Started cleaning up the mess. Felt the disgusting slimy vomit on the towel, and almost puked again.

Pulled myself together. Finished cleaning up, put the bucket beside my bed. And slept, troubled, again.

Puked another time in the bucket later in the night.

Saturday, 7/6/08, the rest of the day.

Still feeling like someone had put me on a spinning disc. Felt colder. Felt around for blanket, none again. Kept yelling for people, but no one was there.

Smsed you. You replied. I didn't anymore. Couldn't put my fingers together.

Heard someone saying, "I'm giving you a new number..."

On the bed. Slipping in and out of consciousness. Headache is killing me.

signed, jiasheng

19th Sept
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