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Friday, October 22, 2004


So, my friends are in school now. But i am so not happily using the com. No one's online. Except for this guy who finish his o's. But still.
My friends don't miss me! I am so sad! I think they can't wait till i quit school. No. I am just kidding. But they really don't miss me, or care for little me. When i was in sick bed, only Balvinder called. This goes to show what friends are for. Stand by your side, watch you suffer in bed? Uh huh. That's what they are for.
Anyway,
so i am recovering rapidly. My platelets are increasing rapidly everyday. That lets me score one point in the recovering part. Like basketball.
So i have to go for my organ lesson still. Then tomorrow guitar. I missed guitar last week. Because admitted to the hospital and all. I want my guitar. I want my friends! I want school.
I am coming back only next Tuesday, but to see my friends glee in joy and discover them thinking: I thought she was in sick bed dying. Wa! Now alive kicking!
Argh.


sayonara ! ♥
1:10 PM