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Tuesday, February 12, 2008 . 11:49 PM

Well after the woo ha on Saturday, i spent the whole day crying till my eyes were all swollen. And since i was up since 7.30am, i went to nap at 4pm. Had lots of haunting dreams about my family's future.

After that, went to Holland V with Deying and another friend for a nice Indian dinner. Craving for lots of indian food these days. SO in love with them. Never used to like Indian food, in fact i never touched Indian food except for prata. In the past, i also didn't enjoy eating. Eating was in fact a troublesome thing in my opinion. I eat to survive, not for enjoyable. But it's a different story now. I eat to enjoy. I feel really happy if i get good food, and that night's Indian food and the restaurant's great service made my day, considering how bad my day was. Could help nodding and smiling in delight while munching on the food.

Then had a little drinking session at Breko.

Sunday was packed with house visitings of two of my cell grp member's homes. Church service was at 8am. To my surprise, i actually could wake up for it. I prayed hard the night before for my parents. And to my tired soul, i really wanted to go to church. So i could spend some good time with God. But then i figured if i just leave the house like that early and then my mom won't get to see mi till she gets back from work at night, i think she might be more depressed. So i didn't go church, i woke up and chatted with her instead. She asked me about the psychologist's appointment number. The one that she previously went. That's surprise no 2.

She's actually willing to carry on with her medication again. We discussed, and i suggested going to our family GP, who could prescribe the same drugs probably and at a much much cheaper price. The previous doctor cost more than 100 dollars at one visit.

She went to see the doctor on Mon. I could tell she's feeling better.

Somehow, she changed her mind about the medication. She was insistent about not continuing the medication ever in her life for some months. I'm glad... she changed her mind.

And i thank God for that.

My dad's leg had been hurting for months as well. I began to worry that his condition is going to deteriorate from there... Today he went to the polyclinic (bro brought him) for his appointment, scheduled every 3 months. Before i left for work, i've like nagged at him like a thousand times to please ask the doctor wat is the root of the problem and what we can do. Should he exercise more etc..

Just now he told me the doctor told us to help him lift up his right leg and stretch to exercise the muscles like twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night, then he appointed me to do so in the morning since i have to mop and clean the rabbit's cage at night (daily).

And yes, i do mop the area inside and outside the rabbit's cage now...everyday... without fail.

I'm such a disciplined person.
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