Saturday, December 08, 2007
i should have known better to rest my voice and throat when it just recovered. this happened just two days ago when i was staying overnight at woon ngiap's place
it all started when i started shouting woon ngiap's name for staining my adidas backpack with mud while riding on his bicycle that evening. there was a certain tone about my voice that made me think i was going to have a sore throat. true enough, my voice started to change after drinking a cup of ribena.
at first no one pointed out to me that my voice had deepened. i tried to convince them that there was indeed something wrong with my voice. none of them seemed to agree with me and passed it off as just my imagination.
until.
i came out of the shower, and when i tried talking to darryn, a hoarse, faint voice came out. i tried again. it was the same old weak and hoarse voice. oh no i thought, the bad throat is coming back. i asked woon ngiap if he had "pi pa gao", i drank two tablespoonfuls, but it didn't help much. it didn't help much either when all of them were laughing at my change of voice. darryn said it sounded like a low female voice, how helpful.
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anyway, i just sent my dad to the hospital, he seemed to be having difficulty breathing and fast heart beating rates. i hope he will be okay, i don't want history to repeat itself.
not anymore.
random factoid: i love my family, however complicated it is.
left himself a note;
2:08 PM
