3 months and 2 weeks into my exchange and...I finally fell sick. During my Hell Week. My last week from school. One week before my Finals Week.

Of course this happens to me. I always fall sick and the worst possible times ever. At least I don't have a fever or a sick-til-im-crying-and-literally-cant-get-out-of-bed thing (yes I've had this before, like 3 or 4 times in my whole 21 years). So I hardly fall really sick, like fever and all. But I do get the occasional common cold and I used to have a bout of morning sinus before (miraculously recovered due to my mum feeding me ginseng powder every single morning).

I remember this time when I was in secondary 3 or 4 and I had a really bad fever/body ache thing. I fell sick on a Friday night, spent Saturday and Sunday recovering, wondering why the hell did I not fall sick on Sunday so I can skip school. I had the most perfect attendance from Primary School all the way up to Junior College life.

But anyway, the few times that I fell sick there's always this constant - my mother. I remember when there was this time I feel really, really bad. Like total shit, but I didn't tell my mum how bad it was on the first day. She got me medicine and stuff but the next day I was just in bed and I was just like ughhhhhh. Then she was asking me how was I and I told her I feel really bad and she told me to always tell her what I am feeling (like how bad it is) because she's not me and she cannot tell. Which is so true. Lol I had a little revelation and was like oh yeah, no wonder I feel like she didn't care that I was sick. Cause she didn't know I was really sick.

So here I am, blowing my nose off, not knowing if I should skip class tomorrow. Sitting in bed, waiting for my 4pm meeting (I had to meet them online instead), and trying not to freak out on the fact that I may not have the common cold. I dare not see a doctor (well I don't usually see a doctor when I get the common cold unless I feel worse than shit) because what if I get MERS from a freaking hospital/clinic. And on top of it all, I just want my mum.

sadfjhlasdhg;ask I feel so damn bloody emotional and I was reading this book about this couple being parents and watching their kids grow up and having to let them go and stuff and I feel like a shitty daughter not feeling enough of what my parents feel. I bet sending me for exchange was a freaking huge step for them and I'm just like "f-yeah freedom!!!". Just because they don't express themselves doesn't mean they don't feel it. I should've known, I've grown up watching them not expressing themselves well.

Freaking epiphany man. I would be the shittiest daughter if something happened to me while I was overseas.

I will take care of myself and get well and you know, try not to get hurt.
XOXOXOXOXOXO love lovelovelvoeloveeeee,
your pretty daughter (who is also hilarious, over-active and an amazing driver)

I will prolly still end up doing stupid things thou (case in point: like slicing of a piece of skin on my finger in between the door knob)