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Saturday, February 15, 2003

HEY, ANGEL, WRITE.


Monday, February 10, 2003

~cös ï knöw ÿöü'rë wörth ït~

   Hello, hello. I'm incredibly bored. The free trial is gone for this account too, hmm. Hmm. I have tuition later on. Blehh...I've missed the last three classes though because of my being sick. Haha. Kinda forgotten what it's like to have tuition again...lol. Anyway, I got all my homework back today so it's biiigtime workload for me. Sigh.
   I'm feeling slightly better today. My cough is worse though, because (confession time) I haven't been taking my medication as often as I should be...sigh. Just can't be bothered. And there are like sooo many pills so how am I supposed to keep track??? Bleh. I hate medicine. It's the worst part of being sick.
   I should be starting on my school homework now since there's so much of it - one English essay, one Chinese essay, a load of math and some History. The math is incredibly difficult. Eeeeeeeekkkkkkk. I haaaate math. Mrs Poh is a sadist. I can't be bothered to work, though.
   Okay, I have nothing else to write here. I'm out. See ya.

*mel*


Friday, February 07, 2003

Health is Wealth! Health is Wealth! -.-'

hey. i'm healthy, i'm healthy. oh yeah, i'm healthy. i don't have the sickness, so hopefully i won't catch it. all my friends have it and since i hang around them a lot, the chances of me catching it is about 100%. i'm serious. they cough and stuff and they never use the magical devise found at the end of their arm called a hand that prevents the germs from spreading.

it's hs and paul's day today, they're growing! i think it's really cool the way they have the same birthday and they're also so close..heh. but hs isn't as close to paul as he is to john..i didn't know they weren't close to the ruixiang anderson mh gang thingy...we girls are united man.

i feel so unhigh. maybe it's got something to do with knowing i am So gonna fail my lit. i did the whole thing wrong. sigh. essay form essay form essay form. freak.


Thursday, February 06, 2003

Heh heh heh, I got me an MC...lalala. I'm still trying to figure out how to do borders with HTML. It's driving me nuts. Grr...I need help.

I'm feeling slightly better now than I was this morning, but I'm missing school tomorrow anyway so I can get really better. Haha. Don't know if I'll be at tuition on Saturday though. Hmm.

*mel*


~r u n a w a y~

Hey darliiinks. I'm kinda down cuz I'm reeeallyyy sick. Bleh. Second time this year, and February just started...same sickness as before, too. They wrote about this in the paper; apparently it's like a nation-wide thing, everyone's getting it. Anyway, to everyone who reads this - don't catch it, okay?? Drink lotsalotsalotsa water.

Tomorrow is mass run and I don't have an MC, but I'm so sick there's no way I'll be able to run...halllp. Don't know what I'll do. Maybe Mom will let me stay home from school tomorrow...Dee wasn't in school today, she has a fever. Wait, I better sms her to ask if she's alright...poor girl. Sigh.

I'm eating a hot dog and watching Suddenly Susan. Sigh. I'm going to sleep in awhile. Tired...



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-*- crying angel eyes. -*-
As I glanced up from my reading I turned my gaze unto the sky And there to my amazement I saw crying angel eyes. As I gasped and stood in wonder The angel drew somewhat near Then she moved even closer To be sure I could hear. "You've been given gifts of beauty You've been trusted to obey But you have failed to honor nature Must you throw it all away?" "I see children without comfort I see homeless souls and ill Will you not redeem yourselves then Have you no concern or will?" As the vision slowly faded I felt the guiding spirit rise With a prayer that we be willing To dry those crying eyes. written by Chris Johnson