ne. you know what? the morning after the sleepover, i felt really sick.

good thing i was already home. i slept on my parent's bed. i was already having diarrhea. then suddenly, after sitting in the cr, my vision started to get blurry. dots were appearing everywhere. oh shit, it thought. i quickly stood up to at least get back to bed, but too late. i couldn't control my legs. i fell out of the cr. blackout.

when i came back to my senses, i was lying on the bedroom floor. a part of my head hurt. i hit my head on the floor, i think. i scrambled up to the bed and called for help.

fast forward to sunday.

mom and dad and me were sitting on the dining table, eating. suddenly, mom mentioned about me fainting and falling. then dad said 'what? you didn't even check her blood pressure? x-ray? baka matigok yan. hahayaan mo nalang ulit mangyari?' and i felt insulted. REALLY INSULTED.

rewind. we're supposed to be four siblings, not three. kuya julian (oldest) died of a concussion when he was three. he hit his head on a lawn mower. x-rays were not fast before. you have to wait for a day for the results. he died the day after the x-ray. the end.

now what i don't like about dad said is the last two. one, he is so pessimistic. he is too negative that i hate him at times because he is even giving out the option that i can die from this damned head bump! two. it's like he's blaming my mom for what happened. i wish i slapped him in the face at that moment, but i couldn't. argh.

sorry folks. i can't come to school tomorrow. my tummy has yet to heal itself.

P.S. i'm not going to die cause i said so. :p