I CAN'T talk.

This is so mad when you turned so sick. I lost my voice, once more time. It’s not good to happen now; especially I need talk much so badly, for customers, we communicated. OMG.
Joyce prepared the medicine downstairs. Later I’ll eat them later before I go to work.

I got cold war with my brother Jack. Whenever I told you this, should know we’re so serious, that we ever haven’t talked each other for 3 days, under one roof. Jack took his N level result, and how badly he done you could ever guess. He left only choices of ITE school at the west side Singapore (We really hate to travel far distance, and worse still, Simei ITE just right near-by our place.). He had been doing nothing pretty much, not even have a job he searched for a month thought. Yet only playing computer online game, so sucking. While, this made me love to compare him with my small cousin, who shares the same age as he, part-time working in my aunt’s wholesales, got his result and promoted to secondary 5.
Got worries over him, and most probably he hated me so much, because of this.

Isn’t good if I just close one of my eyes, and let’s everything run like his rotten thoughts?
Think twice. I’m his sister.