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Saturday, March 18, 2006
I'm supposed to visit my uncle at the hospital last night but I was too lazy so I decided to visit him the next day.

Tonight,I'm going to visit him.However,this time its not at the hospital but rather,at St Joseph Church.He passed away early this morning and it was quite unexpected because I thought he could pull through it.I felt rather sad because if I make it a point to visit him yesterday,at least I could give him some words of encouragement and tell him that many people actually care about him.You see,sometimes if you don't fulfill what you wanted to do as soon as possible,you may not have a chance to do it again.Haiz..

I thought of you again.I wonder when I could stop thinking about you.Gonna practise some A Maths questions now(I need serious help in H2 Maths next time).Okie enjoy your weekends then,ta-ta.

My mind's unweaving/ 4:22 PM

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