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i am who i am
i hate squatting toilets and people who cycle on pedestrian paths
i love my sg gibson bass guitar and playing crisis core
i spend half my life in yuhua secondary school
omg my stupid voice
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Last Sunday I had a bad throat.
Then Monday I had a cough.
Tuesday my voice started slipping away into the high-pitched squeaks one normally associates with mice (not MICES) and other rodents.
Wednesday, I went to school with a football-sized lump in my throat - okay it felt like a football. Had to write on notebook, but 5N1 didn't take me seriously so I had to start talking. -.- Then they laughed at my squeaky voice. T_T
Thursday was worse, the lump was still there and the squeaks were more uneven than before. Sian. Went to see the doctor at night and got a mountainload of medication. Took medication and fell asleep.
Friday morning woke up with fever. Yay. =.=" Sick the whole day. Mum made some weird luo han guo drink thingy for me which smelled like dried plant and tasted like liquid pi pa gao without the sugar. The only other time I ever lost my voice was 2006, when I was studying in the seminary in Punggol. One of my professors (this elderly priest who was like a forgetful grandpa to me) heard my squeaky voice and said, you know what you need, you need luo han guo, and I was like *squeak*what'sthat*squeak* and he said, never mind, you don't talk, I will drive you to the place to buy, and he
drove me all the way from Punggol to the market near Queen St to go buy the thingy! So nice right? Anyway thanks to him I got my voice back in like one night. I don't know why this time it's determined to stay away, even with Western medicine on the side. Bah. My friend from church choir said I sound like a boy undergoing puberty. Stupid woman. Huh.
Anyway, to people who tagged my board, thanks! I have linked (almost) all of you up. And Greg (my COUGHtopCOUGH student) please don't start wars on my board hor. Thank you. Listen to Patrick! Patrick is a good boy :)
I was really touched by you guys who messaged or just asked how I was and whether I was feeling better. Lots of squeaky-voiced love to you guys, you know who you are :) thanks for making my miserable day/weekend nicer.
OMG tomorrow must teach! With this 14-year-old-boy-hitting-puberty voice! Argh.
Labels: voice, whining
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