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Sunday, July 26, 200911:30 PM

I woke up early this morning to the sound of my alarm I set in my cell phone. Gave him the wake up call and slept back thinking another few mintues won't do any harm. Woke up 20 mintues later and drag my feet to the bathroom with my head spinning. As I showered, I told myself repeatly that I won't miss another day at work and was strong enough to work.

I have no idea how long I took to shower coz by the time I came out, he called me telling me, he is already downstairs waiting for me. And so I rush and took me about good 10 minutes to present myself. Good thing I didn't put on make-up to work. That way it took me a shorter period of time to get ready. Besides he prefers me without make-up.

There he was, sitting down waiting for me patiently with his eyes half close. Each time I looked at him, I feel lucky to have him in my life now. Though I might not be his first priority, but I just feel lucky in every way.

By the time we reached work, my head was driving me crazy together with my tummy and I really thought I was going to die. I couldn't see anything, just a blur figure infront of me. I sat for good 5 minuted before starting work. Someone apparently merrily came at 8am instead of 7.15am. I looked at him and asked him 'aren't you supposed to be the first opener as me?' He was surprise and told us (me and syawai) repeatly how sorry he was. I thought he wanted to murder me. Imagine me alone, to set up the bar and the pastry case with my unwell condition. He was nice enough to help me set up the leftover.

Has hours pass, instead of feeling better, I begin to feel worst and I ignore the pain I had throughout the whole shift not wanting him to see the pain I'm feeling. I was slightly relieve when I was given a break. Used it up sleeping hoping the pain would go away. Right after break, he told me he would send me back right after he finishes his shift. I swear, I thought he could read my mind when I was telling myself how I am I to get home with me feeling dizzy all the time.

Upon reaching home, I slept throughout the remainder evenings I have left and woke up to the sound of my mom screaming from downstairs. One of my siblings must have tick her off. Sigh

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