sick

ok. day 2. i'm still gagging.

i started to feel woozy on the mrt and then felt my stomach churn through the bus ride. nus is far, far away. and it doesnt make it any easier having to walk up 200m upslope after i alight at the bus stop.

seriously, the thought did cross my mind. maybe i shd just pack up and go. but no. the money will come in useful. so i ran to the ladies, thrice, overturn myself and force shit out. i don't want to go back to doing nothing all day. it's just for two months. i'll hold out.

oh, but my head. my stomach. i need to lie down.