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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Y12:09 AM
Today's been quite a day.


Well, at least I know the reason to why I was moody at the start of the day.. I knew something wasn't right.


Met a few of the debators at bedok int. We were waiting for the bus when I just tried giving someone a phone call. I was, worried.


And true enough, my gut feelings proved me right. And it wasn't a stupid april fool's joke. I could sense the rightness when he was telling me everything. I was greatly overwhelmed. My hands turned cold and began to shiver. I nearly cried. As he was telling me what happened, I could hear him trying to fight the pain. I was such a lousy person on the other line who could do anything else but to help him.


I would if I cud.


I began to tear a little and I hope he did not hear my voice changing.. unstable....


I hope he gets better soon. I really do. Stay strong will you? I'll visit you soon.



& that isn't an april fools joke.



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