It's official.
I'm sickly.
I'm sick again! The fever, the sore throat, the nasty headaches and neckaches and bodyaches.
All back into my miserable life again!
After just like, what? Less than 2 months?! And I'm sick again?!
This is pure bullshit!
It's what the stupid man at Haw Par Villa had said 14 years ago.
That my life will be filled with small sicknesses.
I would have made my way to Haw Par Villa to assassinate that very man, if he didn't also say that I will be a rich woman when I become 30.