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Hihi! I am Serene Heng:) I was born on 22 December 1988, a huge baby who weighed over 9 pounds. I grew up in a humble house, raised by my adorable parents. I have two elder sisters, 4 nieces, 1 nephew, and 1 rabbit. Hahaha はじめまして。 どうぞよろしくお願いします!

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2) Learn to speak the Japanese language
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4) Take part in Oschool Dance Recital
5) Help my P6 students do well for PSLE
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7) Run 100km by 2013

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`°•.¸¸.•°` Saturday, July 25, 2009 `°•.¸¸.•°`
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With a body temperature of 38.8 degree celsius, it really wasn't a fabulous idea to go home myself because my legs seemed to be made of grass jelly and they just couldn't support my fat body. So I did a little silent cheer inside my head when M decided to fetch me home. Brownie showed her concerns too by furiously licking my arms and legs.

When I reached home, I was greeted by two pairs of worried eyes. My parents wanted to bring me to a doctor, but it would be pointless because I just swallowed two panadols so the presciptions by the doctor couldn't be taken. I told them my case and with a little more persuasion, they finally allowed me to head back to my room and sleep.

I shut the windows, leaving a mere 2cm gap for ventilation. With door closed, I changed into a thick tee-shirt and slided into my bed with blanket covering up till my neck. Everything was done in a slow motion as I couldn't afford any big drama moves now. It's going to send earthquake to my head. Before I realised, it was nearly 9pm.

I thought I could just slipped into a dream. My aim for the night was to perspire as much as I could and bathe tommorow morning. But apparently, it didn't go as plan. I couldn't sleep. My body was aching and I wasn't perspiring, albeit the windows and all. My right nostril was blocked, so I laid more to my left for me to breathe better. I changed numerous positions, all the time not sweating. Until what seemed to me like 45mins, that I eventually lost my consciousness.

Before I went into deeper sleep, I was awoken by the opening of my heavy door. From the sound of walking, I knew it was dad. He wrapped his hands around my arm to check on my temperature and concluded that I was still running a fever. Mom wasn't quite asleep yet so she came into my room to check as well. She insisted that I should see a doctor now. What happened to the point that I made earlier on? It was hard to fall asleep and I hadn't perspire a single bit. Losing my patience, I raised my voice and told her that we are going to see the doctor tommorow. Door closed.

I woke up again at near 1am, this time round I was drown in a sea of sweat. My shirt reeks of sweat smell and so were my blanket. I was smart enough not to let baby rabbit come near the picture. Coincidentally, dad came into my room again. Telepathy. My fever had subsided and I really felt like bathing. He went to tell mom about the bathing and she advised me otherwise. She helped me pick out a new tee-shirt from the closet for me to change into and went to get a wet hand towel for me to clean myself. Before I could continue to clean my back, she took the towel from me, put it through running waters and came back with a clean towel. She helped me scrubbed my back and the back of my neck before coaxing me to go back to sleep again.

This morning, I woke up at 7am, windows 10cm apart. My head wasn't spinning like it did last night. I realised how awful and irrespectful I was to my parents but they continued to take care of me like a baby. I love you dad. I love you mom. I'm sorry for raising my voice. And I thank God for blessing me with such lovable and wonderful parents and family.

P.S Tagboard is up again. So if you have anything you wanna vomit at, do it. I deleted all the message because it's a sore to see people arguing on my pretty blog.



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