last night was bad.. really bad..

headache, aching body, puffy feeling (and i'm not talking pufferfish happy puffy), sniffing, one dripping/workable nostril, one blocked/unworkable nostril, sore throat, cough, bloody mosquito taking my blood...

today's no better.

i woke this morning without a voice. after gargling some salt water, taking hot honeyed tea and the strepsil's cough medication, i've got a bit of it back. i'm close to sweating just frm trying to speak. and when i speak, the throat feels like it's going to give way and i start my coughing fits with that phalegmy feeling. by the time i'm done, i am in cold sweat. that's how much effort i require and how terribly weak i feel now. and my nose is not giving in to my non-existant immunity. still groggy. i'm amazed that my body clock still doesn't let me sleep for more than 9 hours despite my current situation.

they shld create a simile for me. "as sick as jun". i'm just sitting here, waiting to cough blood any minute now. and i mean it in a literal i-seriously-feel-damn-sick manner. talk about feeling crummy. giving up on a lot of good stuff today. damn.

ok, the camp left good and bad memories in me. will blog about it more when i'm less death-like.

- sickness aside -

i cried after reading my encouragement booklet. i guess it's just knowing that i have friends out there. even people who i never spoke to during the camp wrote in the book, like jer loo and stef. it's that human side of me which longs to be appreciated and noticed for what i do. and it's nice. i haven't been exactly the nicest person to know during the camp after the times i was sarcastic and at times shouted at them during the games. i let my frustration get the better of me this time round. i wanna thank the cfers who still make me smile despite it all. you are all Godsent.