this morning i couldn't talk at all. lost my voice. i have no more honey lemon!!! how sad is that. someone DHL me one now. suffered the whole lesson. my head was so heavy i had to tilt my head sideways sometimes. I TELL YOU ITS THE POLLUTION HERE, seriously. everything i eat has no taste. my tastebuds are dead today. so anw, in the aft, shakkir cheered me up with his asthma get up. he asked me whether i was sick. i was like duh. then he took out stuff from his bag. first he took out panadol and i shook my head. then lozenges, i shook my head again then axe oil, which i gladly took cos it was really what i needed. then he took out his athma inhaler and asked me if i needed it. all i have him was this -___- then he took it and inhaled it then held his breath and counted to 5 with his fingers then breath out. it cracked me and kang qi up. funny fella made my day. and it so happens shakkir loves girls who cook. good luck boncet :)

ps. im getting sick of the food here. RAH!