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Friday Migraine

I'm having another episode of a terrible migraine. Ughh... the pain triple fold just after lunch today. To the point of almost hurling all the yummy goodness of lunch. Damn!

Hope this wave will subside soon. I took a couple of Panadol to curb the impending temperature rise. Yes, my whole body was shivering and feeling very warm. The only relief I have amidst this H1N1 epidemic is that I don't have a cold or cough. Alhamdulillah... HOWEVER, if it persists at the end of the day, I'm going straight to the clinic near my house.

So last night was a nice evening. My brother has been all alone in his crib with Tiger because SIL is out of town. So he asked us girls, me and Buffy, to sleepover at his place to keep him company. We went out to dinner and during that time, we were finally enlightened about... Cricket! Yes, the game that has eluded me since the beginning of time has finally been shed some light over. I never knew but apparently my brother used to play a little of cricket in school. He can't remember the point system so much but we finally understood the objective of the game. It actually sounds like (GOD forbid but I'm saying it anyway) fun! LOL!

Finally learnt something new about sports. I'm not naturally a sporty, outdoor-sy kind of person so it's quite rare when I do get interested in a sport. Hehe!

The weekend is coming up soon, which I am SO thankful for. I hope I'll get a chance to rest since this week felt like it was just going on and on non-stop. Parents will be home too. Yay!! Can't wait to go home today.

Ava good weekend, y'all!


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