Because there are still so many pairs…so I just keep it simple stupid.

Fezlyn

Flora

Jocelyn

Joriena

Rebecca

14. Fezlyn – I know her during practical in NREB. Last contact…last night (refer previous post).

15. Flora – She was my junior in MRSM Kuching. Few months/years ago she did sms me as anonymous.Huhu.

16. Jocelyn – Classmate during KTDTHB time form 1 till 3. She suddenly sms me out of the blue a few months ago then went missing again.

17. Joriena – Best friend…I couldn’t find any other words to describe…we were schoolmates in MRSM. Last contact was most probably last January. We should meet when she was in Miri but it never happen.

18. Rebecca – She was sitting beside the windows during “night prep” in MRSM. I always knock the window pans to chat with her. When did last contact…few days ago..or is it yesterday…in Yahoo! Messenger.

I hope if one day, it happen that I lose all my memories…when I read back all these posts…they will help. Haha…

So I think and think (and think) what should I blog about today. Out of nowhere I start reminiscing about the past. I was someone that sick occasionally. At least I will get sick once  a year. I mean for whatever reason.

There were specifically twice I had the most “memorable” sickness. Those are the two worst that I ever had. Here is the second one.

This was during Form 5.

I was living as normal as anybody could ever live. I eat on time. I did breakfast. I slept like any student would have. I went to classes. I do sport sometimes. I do everything a nerd boy would ever do. However, I could not possibly imagine how I got my gastric problem.

I never know what it felt to have a gastric problem so when I felt stomach ache I just assume that it’s nothing. So I just let it persist for a very long time before it become unbearably painful. For a month I suffer so much painful. Every hour for a month I suffer the sharp feeling of well known Gastric pain.

In the end I went to the polyclinic and the doctor decide to do operation…for what ever reason. I ran away to my home town and my mum and auntie took care of me and I eventually get well.

It’s nothing special about the pain part. The thing that I really remember was how I bear the unbearable pain. There were no lying position that was comfortable for me. I couldn’t sleep most of the time. I felt like screaming all the time. Yet one thing that made me at ease.

(I stuck here when writing this post… I continued writing a few hours later.)

I was on painkiller most of the time. My late sister gave me because she was also unwell at that time. To a point I finish all the pain killer and I had to endure all the pain again. I also tried to cry to ease the pain but I can get myself into tears.

I like someone at that specific frame of time. We were not a couple exactly (never was and never will be) but I liked her. So when I was in extreme pain I started to remember her. I felt like seeing her and I really wanted to see her so much. I really really miss her. Then I called her name silently in my heart. Then miraculously I felt a bit okay. Felt like the pain went away.Just like that….

*I can’t continue writing anymore…I lost all the idea…so I will just publish this post up to here*

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