That's how I spent my weekdays this week..

Isn't it fast? It's Friday again, my used-to-be favourite day of the week...

I remember telling people around me I love Fridays and Saturdays, but Fridays' the best among the 2 days. I dislike Sundays.

I love Fridays because it's the day I can spend time with the one I love, and not having to worry about the next day. I dun like Sundays cos everything has to end early, due to busy Mondays for everyone.

But Fridays are not special to me anymore. It's just a day I can afford to sleep more at night because I don't have to go to class the next day.

I haven't been online much for the past few days. Tuesday..I couldnt get up for class. Wednesday, I couldn't again because I felt uncomfortable. But I didn't want to miss class again, so I thought I'll join the afternoon class then go straight for French after that. I took for granted there would be noon classes on Wednesdays, so I just went to Orchard without ringing the school. Forced myself up, but I felt very uncomfortable. Didn't tell anyone about it and just went to school after eating the porridge Mum cooked.

I only knew on Wednesdays, there are no classes in the afternoon, so I had no where to go. I decided to pay Joshua a visit at his piano studio, and to pass him the card his student made for him, which he told me to keep for him about a week ago.

His studio was small. There wasn't place to walk at all. He was practising his concert piece, while I just sat quietly at the corner studying Japanese. I was very quiet in the studio, cos I don't feel well. When I got bored, I took out some of his pop music scores and played them.

I felt more and more uncomfortable, and was shivering. I thought it was the aircon, until I realised that my tummy wasn't feeling ok too. Waited till it was his break time before we decided to have dinner. He wasn't feeling hungry, but I insisted on going for dinner cos I know my gastritis was back again. I needed to eat.

Just as I walked out of Funan, under the hot weather, I was still shivering. I knew it wasn't the aircon this time. I must be running a fever soon. I didn't tell him, but just requested to stand outside under the heat for a while. I told him the aircon's cold, and he said it isn't.

My tummy hurt more and more, and I didn't care anymore. I have to eat immediately. Went to order a plate of hor fun, and I felt very touched when Joshua placed this boiling hot cup of Milo in front of me. It felt so nice holding it in my hands...and that feeling of the hot Milo going down my throat was wonderful.

However, I didn't feel better after the Milo and hor fun. My tummy hurt more. I wanted to vomit very badly, and couldn't walk much. Walked to Guardian to buy Veragel, cos I forgot to bring mine along. Popped 2 pills, and was praying hard it will go away.

As Josh had to teach a student at his studio, and it was still too early for me to go to French class, he thought it would be better if I took a very very short nap in his studio before he walk me to class. He made the surroundings very comfy for me by turning on the music I like and turning off the lights so that I can sleep, while he will go to another studio to teach. But I didn't want to sleep, so after he left, I turned the lights on and played the piano again.

Soon, he came back, saying that most likely his student won't be coming and he will spend the remaining time I have left before French class by being my jukebox. He played and played and played the piano for me while I rested. I was in a dilemma. I didn't know if I should go home or force myself to go for French, because I felt terrible. Anyway, I am very thankful for the concern Josh gave. He's been a nice pal. A good friend worth keeping, but no way am I going too near...I still know who my heart belongs to.

I was worried about missing out lots if I don't attend class, and thought I will just tolerate 2-3 hours more. But one hour into the class, and I just got up and left the class. Halted a taxi on the road and called Mum to open the gate for me when I was on my way home.

I didn't say anything much when I reached home. Mum kept asking me what's wrong, and I told her my tummy hurts and told her not to talk to me anymore cos I am feeling terrible.

I just changed and went straight to sleep. But it was difficult going to sleep, because I was shivering like crazy, despite having my thick quilt over me.

Few hours later, Mum came up to my room to check on me, and asked if my tummy still hurts. I couldn't talk much, and my parents just sent me to the hospital immediately. I was having high fever too.

Thank goodness I didn't have to be admitted. Was given gastritis medicine and painkillers. I just went to bed again after I got home. Didn't go to school on Thursday, and today too.

The only thing I did on Thursday was to go to TTSH for my lung function test. Am glad I'm negative for asthma. But that will also mean the diagnosis for my chronic cough is not made. The lab staff did a skin prick test on me. 26 needle pricks...but it isn't as daunting as how it sounds. Now I know how it's like for patients who do skin prick tests. I showed some reactions to certain allergens. Mites, cockroaches, Acacia spp, and fungal spores. Amazing, I didn't even know these things affect me.

I am feeling better these 2 days, just a bit weak. No appetite though. Mum made me this bowl of porridge..the sticky type with meat inside. It was delicious, but it reminded me of something too.

It reminded me of that bowl of porridge I brought to his house when he was having diarrhoea. Although I didn't know if he enjoyed eating it, but am glad to see him at least eating a little..it's better than watching him weak and not eating. Actually, that bowl of porridge was mine..but I wanted to give it to him. I would have cooked him a bowl of porridge if I wasn't rushing for time then. I didn't know what else I could do to look after him when he's ill, so giving him my share was the only thing I could do.

To be honest, I was feeling hungry when I watched him eat it. I think I didn't tell him I was hungry, but I did tell him that the porridge was mine originally, and that I gave it to him, only after he ate it. Although I felt a bit heart ache cos he didn't finish it (and I was hungry..), but I still felt happy about being able to do something for him. I felt very very very xing fu...really...

I spent the whole day watching VCD. Then suddenly, xiao long baos came into my head. I haven't had that for a long time, but call me fussy, I didn't have the urge to have it with anyone else. For some strange reason, the taste..the enjoyment..the atmosphere..the joy of eating xiao long baos seem to be different when eating with others.

I remember those days we'll challenge and see who succeeds in holding the xiao long bao properly without it breaking apart. Somehow, the xiao long baos he hold will break apart, and there I will be jeering at his lousy skills. Also, I still remember how excited we would be each time we enter Crystal Jade. "Auntie!!!!! SAN XIAN CHAO FAN, HAI YOU XIAO LONG BAO 3 LONG!!!!" was our standard order. I'm sure if we became very frequent customers, the waitresses will know what we want each time they see us.

You know what I wish for at the moment? Xiao Long Bao from Crystal Jade from no one else, except from him...

I miss him a lot a lot a lot. What should I do when I feel this way? Wo xin li zhen de hao tong hao tong...