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Sunday, September 16, 2007

After supper, I took two pills of painkiller and marched myself straight to bed at minutes to midnight. Unfortunately, I didn't fall into an unconscious state. The agony was just too much for me to bear. Apart from having nausea, my abdomen was imploding and the stitch, was just plain killer. Then, cold sweat began to kick in. In sheer silence of the dark, I cried myself to sleep. Even so, I couldn't sleep well. I kept on waking, every few minutes. By the time, it was 0530hrs, I couldn't take it anymore. I went to seat at the dining table with Emil and Irfan. Chatted with Emil for a while and made Irfan feel annoyed..hah. Anyway, I had a few cups of hot black oolong tea, finished off a quarter- eaten mars bar and swallowed another two pills of painkiller.