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Wednesday, January 23, 2008, 9:31 PM
it's a miracle that i attended school the day after thaipusam.
a record broken after 6 years. thanks to shakthee.

mummy was rather shocked to see me going off to school.
that was panic attack #1 for her.
panic attack #2. when i called her at her office, to ask her if i could donate blood.
her voice frequency indicated she was panicking, together with her colleagues.
she couldn't bring herself to accept the fact, her daughter wanted to donate blood.
unfortunately, i am sick.
so couldn't donate any blood.
it was so hilarious to see requirements like,
- no multiple sex partners. - never paid for sex or visited prostitute.
((:

no regrets going to school.
there was the warm feeling going on today.
partly, cause the school was like totally empty.
immuno was rather easy.

&& certain people.
over-dramatic.
i certainly have no comments about it.

after months, i finally chatted with a very good close gf.
ended up tearing in class while telling her what happened.
i guess it's just a reflex, to start tearing when i mention your name.



do you realize what you have done to me?
when i see you online, all i want to do.
to tell you to come back to me.
cause life doesn't seem to move on without you.