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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Of snot and special treatment

It's just a day away to my first paper and it's just unfortunate that the flu bug caught up with me. I've been downing loads of fluids and vitamin C and am entrusting my health and my exams into God's hands. I know He will take me through this. With or without the snot!

I've been home everyday trying to beat the snooze to prepare for the exams. I'm itching for it to be over quickly so I can go out and play and stop looking like an ah-soh. You see, I can't really be bothered with appearances since I'm home all the time, plus the late nights are showing pretty noticeably under my eyes.

<-- see what I mean? So anyway, I was minding my own business with the lecture notes and all when the doorbell rang and a postman stood at the door with a parcel. 'Ooh is that for me?' 'Joy Chua.' <-- He didn't sound very friendly. (Probably taken aback at my unkempt appearance. Oops.)

And there sat the box.


The handwriting on the box was so neat that my mum asked me, "You wrote that yourself?"

Erm...why would I do that??

Anyway, with beautiful handwriting and the 'airmail' sticker from New Zealand, there can only by one sender....

My Darling Grace!!


She sent a box full of love and sweet well-wishes, literally!
A whole load of munchies to keep me on a sugar high throughout the exams.


I'm going to get well soon so I can indulge and enjoy these little pieces of heaven.

*blessed*

[Time of Confession] 2:01 PM
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