Today class was all about Bafia, ABM, FIC...

Gosh! Was interesting but when it drag too long without much prompt visual exposure, my eyes fails me. Well, not really, I was the best attention payer among all. Just after the last tea break, I begin to feel uneasy. I felt my stomach bloating. Unable to burp out the gas made me so sick. I feel like puking. Right until I went back to my room, I resist from puking. I wish it won't occur. I tried lying on the bed, try to get my focus to FB, so on and forth but I felt so terrible. 7pm, my colleagues called me out to dinner and I said I still don't feel alright. They said tapou for me. I just melted inside out. I was like... why are you guys so nice...

Once I slammed the door shut, I felt something wrong rushing out. Straight directed to the sink, I vomited my lunch. Ah...that fault smell. Unbearable! That rush puke lasted 4-5 times. You don't know. I only vomited once when I was young but it was enough to scare the hell out of me. I was afraid..of what? I have no idea. I just thought I might unable to breath when I puke. What worst was the sink was stuck and those stuff just lingers around the swirling water. Fuck off. I called the service centre. I myself needa clean up the yucky stuff. OMG! During those geli-fiest moment you will witness the most powerful willingness of yours to do the impossibles. 

I still feel utmost unwell. My tummy has yet to give up to let me rest. I'm still pondering if I should really called for a doctor service or that I should just hit the bed. My mom called to check me out as I told her earlier about my tummy discomfort. Unable to restraint from telling her, I spilled everything. Me and my bloody big mouth. My mom is those panicky kinda person. I bet she won't be able to sleep tonight. When will you grow up Joanne? I guess I needed someone to talk to. And there wasn't anybody I could tell. ='(