i hate hospitals. i never liked them. do you? noone does. when i got in the room, number 211. i still remember. there he was, weak. lying on the bed. i've never seen him this weak before, skinny i could say. he got a hair cut too. sigh, feels like dying once you enter that room. everythings different. we sat there, talked and all. it wasnt long, dad brought me out for a walk. he told me something about diabetes and stuff. Hospitals, could get very useful once in a while. i've realised. anwayys, so we went back in. i don't understand why people still joke around in the hospitals. i never liked it. maybe it depends on the situation. but in this case, you shouldn't. And there i spotted, there was this twist of emotions flowing from her face. i could tell, she was sad. very sad. she has this pair of sad eyes i've ever seen. looking at him but unfortunately could not understand what he's trying to say. ); that's someone i loved dearly, though i'm not very close to him. but i stil wanna save him. i didnt do it the last time, i didnt hav much courage, this time was worst.

i'm not blaming anyone. people go, people come. it's just sad. );
cherrie is sick today, she ate the longans on the garden. ;/ lil did she know, she ate the whole seed too. HAHA. then she was fine. :P