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Friday, August 14, 200911:10 AM

Sometimes I just wish I'll just die than feeling sick all the time. I couldn't even get up from bed yesterday for work with my body all weak and aching and was told not to work when I turn up in the evening for my other part of the shift as I was supposed to do slip shift.

Mom has been nagging at me to go and see the doctor and as usual I'll told her I will and would forget all about it the next minute.
I dont see the need of me seeing the doctor as I don't get well. I did actually went to the doctor and got 2 days of MC but still turn up for work early this week. Doctor told me I work too much and need to cut down. She even asked me how I was doing and I told her I was doing fine and she told me she knows Im lying blah blah blah. The way she talks to me and tells me some things in life, seems more of a pshychiatrist than a doctor. Since I've moved here, she has been my doctor ever since and would visit her more 5 times a year due to my weak body, so she knows me well.

Have been working alot with Sheena Loo and I swear I almost got bored seeing her almost everyday :X Kidding sheena.
But thanks for being there for me. AND PLEASE STOP LEANDING PEOPLE CASH. You suffer, I suffer more.

To Lulu darls,
I miss you lots love. Do get well soon so we could hang out and bitch around aight?

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