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    Thursday, March 08, 2007 11:33 AM



    things have i could have never done if i weren't sick.

    - i blogged 0 times yesterday, (well, if you didnt include the wed after midnight post)
    - i only drank half a bowl of mushroom soup the whole day.
    - i laid in bed for close to 20hours.
    - i slept 16hours.

    went for training yesterday,
    got there, and i headed back home.
    it just felt so horrible.
    and wednesday's my fav training day ):
    i had everything planned out for yesterday.
    it was training, lunch then massage.
    i so needed that massage..

    went to the doctor's,
    and she's sucha sweet and cute doctor.
    i'm down with gastric flu.
    and seriously i hate being sick.
    it's spoiling all my plans.

    shay i dont care, even if i'm sick tmr, i'll just go meet you.
    i need to look for the magnet thingy!

    sat's malaysia open briefing. :D
    wooooot malaysia open baby!
    i love malaysia i dontknow why.
    maybe cos i know the place well.

    i'm sick and i'm craving dried mango.
    how wierd and random can i get.


    shay&wazzy..
    i missed convo last night with you two.
    first time in 4368days.
    how sad.
    i hope i'll be well to be able to join u guys today.

    and bams~
    i'm so happy you're going for malaysia open!
    :D:D:D:D:D:D


    to you,
    thank you for caring.
    you've been very nice.

    and to you,
    i dont even know if i know you anymore.
    you're almost like a stranger to me.