Mom went for her surgery @ Tuesday.
Slipped a jiayou note to her.
Tried not to look so nervous, told myself that it was all going to be alright, it's nothing serious really, just taking out lumps (but every surgery has RISKS you idiot), really nothing to be scared of(then why in the world are you feeling like that), everything's just gonna stay the same.
Went home.
She was sleeping.
Seemed okay.
Didn't eat her dinner though.
And she was real tired.
Real tired.
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Got even worse today.
She vomitted and vomitted.
Heart-breaking sound to hear.
You will hear the 'urh-urh' sound of her trying to get rid of whatever was in her throat and followed by an even worse sound 'WHOOSH' of the solids landing in the sink/toilet bowl.
Pale face.
Didn't even had to strength to walk.
Cooked noodles for her. She ate only abit, not touching the meat and went to vomit again.
Washed the dished in silence.
When my mom falls sick, she really falls sick.
And this is one of those times.
Even walking around the house was tough and energy-draining for her.
Dad told her to stop taking the pain-killers.
Mom's like allergic to some kinds of pain-killers and sometimes even those which she had taken before and was perfectly fine after that, she could develop allergies.
Hope that's the cause of the problem.
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Today had Chem Olympiad. Last session ever with mrkuo D:
Everyone was like so sad and we had to (HAD TO) finish off with a quiz.
Was hoping that he would not make another farewell speech, didn't think I would be able to make it.
Then he brought this teacher in and said, "I believe I have to introduce someone to you guys......"
That's when my heart started sinking.
I only heard the new teacher say sentences less than the fingers I had on one hand and I knew it -- there would be no more jokes ever again after he left. No more ahbeng-like teachers standing in front of the class, telling us stupid analogies that (miraclously) made some sense after (quite) awhile if you thought about it and that included 500g of pineapple and 500g of cucumbers. No more giving us the WHAT-THE-HELL look and the what-the-hell look. No more teacher that keeps telling us and insisting that if we don't understand, it's fine and we're not really supposed to anyway but just try our best and if we walk out of that room looking lost, it's fine. No pressure. No teacher asking us what is your next upcoming blocktest and sniggering and putting on his 幸灾乐祸 expression when we told him that it was maths and exclaiming, "MATHS!" and grinning away as if all his christmases have all come at once. And then letting us skip one session to go home and revise. No more teacher saying, "Okay, you don't believe me right. Come, I search for you to see. I got proof one okay!" whenever he told us some incredible/unbelieveable thing and we gaped at him. No more teacher repeatedly telling us to not TO NOT mix-up Avogadro and avocado. (They are two very different things believe me, one's the founder of the Mole concept and one's a fruit) No more smart-ass jokes. No more repeating, "I know that not many of you have done the chemistry module yet with the exception of one person in this room." (THAT's ME bytheway) No more, "Yes yes joei you've heard that all before but please just bear with me" whenever he told some lame thing that got the class laughing until they were almost on the floor and I was like (-.-) cos I've heard that all before. No more. Now I almost believe that I will sit there and listen to all his lame jokes for as long as he wants, as long as he won't leave. There'll be no chance for me to do it anylonger after this.

And that's only for Chem olympiod. For class, i don't know where to start from and how to start (when he leaves)
All I can say is this:
ALL PCCG LESSONS WILL TURN INTO CHINESE LESSONS MOST INDEFINTELY.