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.Friday, May 18, 2007 ; 3:58 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

Home is the best place after all. Especially when one is extremely sick. Nagging aside, which is easily filtered out coz the headache and nauseating feeling are enough to filter out whatever conversation that is going on, there are people to care for me. Food is provided the moment I wake up. I won't need to drag my feet to the doctor. It's 4pm in the afternoon. Although the fever has gone, I'm still feeling too weak to do anything. If I am at home now, at least mom's delicious chicken porridge will be waiting for me. Plus, nutritious drink or desserts. How I missed home.







THAT GIRL;Y

~KatZ~

BREAK THE SLIENCE;Y







APPLAUSE;Y

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