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Saturday, March 06, 2010

whoo. i have been writing quite a bit lately. overflowing with emotions:)
haha my period is on the way. >.<

anyway.
today has been the happiest day of the week.
my mood was totally obvious despite the swollen face due to 10 hours of excessive sleep.
my mum woke me up at 7 am before bringing my brother to school with a "i dont need to wake u up so early today right? u dont have school today right?"
huh mama? u just woke me up?

and then when i finally pulled myself out of the bed before i got a headache from excessive sleep, my mum said "after this exam u dont have anymore isit? u finished studying already? going to holiday already?"
huh mama? its only march! and 5th of march! i barely had school for 2 months!
how compressed can an university semester get?

anyways i was in a good mood despite needing to shout at my 12 yr old tutee for not doing her hw, and needing to do my economics group project outline with sleeping members.

>.< why am i in such a good mood?
i dont know! anyway what i wanted to talk about was recieving messages from people that you would always miss whether they are by your side or not.

i get excited whenever i successfully make a friend, and really nervous when when a person did not originally hit off with me well (and maybe never will due to differences) become friends with me. I am not sure how to respond. rather then not hitting off well, i would say it would more be like I am "scared" of the person. But then when we get to talk, i shoot through the skies and into cloud nine. I like it:)
i like it very much that I can finally talk to the person, even if its the little bit. even better if it was intiated by the person. suugeee ureshi.

another time would be when someone whom I always missed and will still miss due to the distance, spring a surprise on me:)
someone wouldnt include my family though.
strangely enough they are too close until it feels overly mushy when such things happen.
friends only.

a message can really make me happy >.<
brimming with a smile till i sleep.
i will probably have a good dream tonight.

and


12:00 AM


Fi- Fi-. C
to find a day where from then on
i would never need to lie again.

i really love vanilla.
for its straightforwardness

.mushiness with reality.

Irreplacable , unerasable memories.
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