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oranje. |
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the past three days have been quite hellish. cause i haven't touched the trumpet! okay obviously not. cause my only companion was the bed. i've always wanted a tiny holiday, but i kinda hate missing school. i've already missed two important mep talks, outings and so on. hmm so yes, its another case of tonsillitis. yet again. anyway. smth interesting out of my few boring days of aimless resting. i received this msg, "the j2s are inviting all j1 guys to play robber tmr. come if you want." so i was like wondering, robber? is that like some new game people invented? then minutes later i got a call from samuel, asking me whether i was gonna play soccer tmr (saturday) before band. obviously i couldn't cause i was like bedridden. so i told him, "what soccer? i heard they're trying out some other game." yeah blah blah. figured it out yet? be careful when you use the "dictionary" or whatever its called while messaging. hahaha. i really wouldn't mind music therapy to promote physical rehabilitation. yawn. i should be resting. performed 11:16 ©
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