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"stepping out on my own"
Sunday, February 26, 2006
heart attack

Sometimes the best intentions can turn out to become something totally horrid and frightening. We were all having a great time, and I was just marvelling at the success of the event. But somehow, tragedy struck, in the worst kind, and my heart just jumped to my throat and was stuck up there the entire time I was there.

It's hard knowing that something that I mislooked may just lead to such dire consequences. With all my heart, I sincerely hope that he is recovering well and fine and will be back in a manner of days. I hope to be able to see him on Monday when I return, as cheerful and cheeky as always. Shit, I really hope he's fine, seriously. I can never take it down with something as big as that over my head.

The worst part is having to pretend that all's well and lie through my gritted teeth and my pounding heart to all the well-wishers and kind-hearted who only wished to help out and see them happy. Who was to predict that such an unfortunate event would occur? Perhaps we overlooked too many details... we all have a part to play in that incidence; there's no point blaming and arguing over who's fault it is. As long as he recovers and is well, it all doesn't matter anymore.