Oh, really?
I came across this statement "It's a world where nobody truly cares."
My response:"Oh really?"
Is something lacking in that life, or in that 'world'? Very apparently, yes...

8 days passed

Today is officially the 8th day that I have remained ill. Not that I am proud of it, but rather I am getting a little impatient at my rate of healing.
My illness started off from a sore throat last Friday night and by Saturday, it developed into a full-blown sickness, with giddiness, fever and a severely blocked nose as the norms. I also vomitted on Saturday..how cool is that? Obviously not...
Sunday and Monday were the worst days as it just felt as though my head was going to explode. My body conceded...yet I pressed on with the faith that I will be healed.
I went to see the doctor and was diagnosed with having a viral infection that would take at least 10 days to recover. So this leaves me with 2 more days to recover (ok, this is stupid to actually count down...).
One thing i learnt abt aussie doctors is that they cant sell medicine. You have to purchase your own medication from a pharmacist. In my doctor's own words "the pharmacies here are a monopolist". to those who do economics, you get what i mean..to those who do not know what a monopolist is, look at Microsoft...you will then get the gist of it...
However, I have been truly blessed in these 8 days. Friends around me have been supportive and encouraging, showing their concern towards me. Xylia even took the effort to cook chrysanthemum tea for me! so touched...haha! But ya...am indeed encouraged by the bonds of friendship.
oh wells, just praying that I will recover ASAP!!! haha!
to my dear readers, do take care!

Standing Strong

My brother's visa has not been granted YET. And his friends are already here in Melbourne. My brother is sad. He said "Can you imagine how one feels when you send your friends off at the airport but you can't join them?" I felt his pain.

When i met his gf in the city last week, she said "you know Jason, your brother deserves to come here the most among all of us (my bro's friends who are already here in Melbourne)." I felt sad.

That night, I talked to my brother over MSN. And i cried. I cried terribly. I cried because I felt that it was unfair to him. My brother has been doing well in his studies over these 2 years and yet, his visa has not been granted yet.

As I talked to my brother that night over MSN, both of us said things we thought we would never say to each other. I mentioned of how proud i was to have him as my elder brother. And that I actually miss him a lot. My brother said that he missed me too...he said that whenever he walks past my room, it is empty...

Though my brother and I are apart, i think we have grown much closer to each other during this past week, supporting each other. I never thought that I would cry over my brother, but i did. It just goes to show how much he is on my mind, and how much i actually do care for him. I am also glad that my parents are very supportive of my brother, giving him all the encouragement that he needs.

He will be in my prayers...