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.Sunday, April 12, 2009 ' 5:36 PM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted

Hi dear friends.
I shall update this forgotten-poor blog now since I don't touch it since January.
First thing of all I will talk about the treatment I did in that clinic. This is mainly for Acacia, Adam and Jasper. Yeah you people because we don't talk for centuries and I am missing you three so badly. Please send me an email telling me how is going your life in college!!
Well returning to the issue. The initial treatment was a failure because my body rejected the pace maker so the doctors used a new procedure. I won't explain it because it is really complicated and I am not into mood to think a lot.
The matter is I am OK now.

When I was in Germany I met up with Adele and Jaymes. it is a waste Jasmine is studying abroad and Gilbert was visiting his grandparents in countryside.
I know Rui I can send you an e-mail, but sometimes it is really better to write it in a type of-journal-thing. Thanks for taking care of things while I was sick.

Talking about the present.

Today I am sick...fever only. Nothing important.
I wanted to talk about various issues, but first... Talk about the most important person in the world (to me)

Sara... I know I should be asleep but I woke up a while ago and I am not sleepy at all and I am writing because of that. Let me tell you something I can't tell you by voice... When Pedro was there with you, in your home I felt a little jealous. It doesn't hurt at all, but sometimes I wish I could be the one with you, be the one accepted by your parents. Please don't cry... I just want to be true to you. Pedro is the one you love...I know it. Earlier or later I will end up being stronger. I will overcome this...Now that I was discharged from the clinic I am trying to be happy again...like I was before. Do you remember what I always said? "My life is not perfect. The person I love does not love me...but in general I am happy"
I will be like that once again, and in that time I'm sure we will be good friends. I know lately I am always hurting you but when I was alone in the bed at the clinic I really remembered how I wished to know my mom and dad... I remembered how much I love you. How much I want you to be happy... or simply happier.
Please...Live

Pedro...take good care of her. go ahead with the excelent work you are doing...because in the end you are doing a better job than I did.

Marina, dear... tomorrow we will talk. Remember only: I really like you. you are my friend, my dear friend and nothing in this world will change it.

For now bye dear friends
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MESSAGES

Chika-chan, Chou-chan *smile* I received your email and I will pick you both at 2pm, next week, Sunday at Eustan Train Station . I am waiting eagerly to meet up with you girls (^^) David cleaned one of the guests rooms so, yeah, you can't stay here at my home.

Maggie-chan, I did not forgot you. I would like you to send me an email telling me how are you doing. Sara told me you sent me one another day but I didn't receive it... Kisses, dear.

Layla and John Marcus. I can't go to Cornwall Thursday... Sorry guys but I have work to do. we can schedule other day if you wish so. Tell me something.

To all others I hope you all are fine... I like you all really much. Remember that

And... mom, dad and Jacob-grandfather, Elizabeth-grandmother, Tomás-grandfather and Idalina-grandmother; despite I don't believe in Heaven or Hell or something after death I am hoping you all to be happy and proud of the man I become







Me*
Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after death?
No, I reply. No, no, no, no, and again no.
One person recently, goaded into desperation by the litany of unrelieved negation, burst out "Don't you believe in anything?"
"Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be." Isaac Asimov

Identity*
Name: Andrew Philip Harrington
Age: (25.12.1986)
Location: England

Cares*
In Love: Yes
Interests: Mytholody, literature, Philosophy, Psychology, History, Mathematics, Cinema, Music, Anime, Culture, Food
Hates: Watching people suffer

Chat*




Contacts*
Sara’s blog
Maggie’s blog
Marina’s blog
Ana Rita’s blog
Sara’s deviantart account


CREDITS*