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Theres one thing I can do nothing about.
May 6, 2006

i feel quite accomplished today. finished one chinese book review. (: yay

my dad and brother went to tan tock seng hospital at 4.30. they're still not back. my grandma is sick. coughing up blood. i pray that she'll be fine. it hurts to think about anyone never appearing in your life again. yes it hurts bad. yet you can't do anything to stop it.

haven't eaten dinner. my mum told me to eat tomorrow's breakfast first. im not hungry.

i'm waiting for my dad to buy back my dinner.

i'm waiting for lots of things.

i don't know whether i should stop waiting and forget it.

10:30 PM