Friday, June 03, 2005



Daddy's condition has finally stabilized after a series of vomiting. He looks better now, but didn't talk much. The old man diagonally opposite his bed came out from his derilium. He apologised to the doctors and nurses for causing a scene due to the influences of medical drug and claimed that he learnt kung-fu, therefore it must have been pretty painful. Such a gentleman. The uncle opposite Dad's bed has been dischargedand two new patients came in. Hospitals are horrible places, but at least Dad is in a good one and that puts me more at ease.

My results are almost out. I really ahve no time to think and brood about such stuff. Still, at the dark corner of my brain, the attention light repeatedly focuses on the forbidden issue. If I fail MAB again, I am going to puke. I hate numbers and I really don't wish to take them anymore. Numbers give me shivers.

I really must stop thinking. Just Stop... Stop.


Jacqueline
8:01 AM






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