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Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
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It is a time like this that I wish I'd be struck by lightning, hit by a car, or bitten by a dog, so I'd get into hospital and everyone will come visit me and treat me well and people who used to hate me will no longer do and people who are related to me argue will stop and unite and people who think I'm stupid and useless will think that I'm a significant being. But of course if it happens, I hope to recover well and not for example lose a leg or lose whatever intelligence I have, or even my flaws. After you guys have visited me, our lives can go back to normal again. Of course, this is an insensitive post, because have I considered about the feelings of those or those kins of those who have indeed been struck by lighting or hit by a car? Yes. But I don't care. I think lying in the hospital will be great. Everyone comes in everyday, bringing you your favourite food, talking nicely to you, telling you everything is alright, that you'll be ok and grow up to be fine, that you don't have to worry about anything. But I'm not in hospital. I'm at home. Still, give me some sympathy, quick. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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