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Friday, November 27, 2009 // 8:54 PM

Yesterday, I felt really bad, tired disappointed and sad after I came home. Immediately after dinner I came over to rant here. But after a while, something you did made my day. I really wonder how you never fail to make my day. Those little insignificant things you do that you may not even notice never fail to make me smile all the time. Bea told me something that gave me hope, lots of it. But well, I don't know whether to believe it or not. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of rejection, I'm afraid of getting hurt. I still love your lame jokes, how retarded you are and how you make me feel much better after my shitty day. I'm so looking forward to tomorrow.

Today was sucky sucky. I hated the weather. It's been warm for about 3 days. How sucky. Hopefully tomorrow will be windy and cloudy. I was rushing my tuition homework that I didn't know how to do. Really dumb it is. There's band tomorrow, and I can g. SF's cancelled due to the funeral service. So I can go full day. Meeting Bea early tomorrow for our secret project. Hopefully she won't fail me and do the correct thing at the correct time, which she obviously will . A girl's intuition is always accurate. LOL. Good enough for me to believe. Yeah, 'cause she's gonna do the right thing. Lifeless chats on MSN made me annoyed just now. Some idiot called Jake haven't make contact, he should be in Singapore already. Tomorrow, hahahahaha... So excited. I'm going crazy. I hope my project Rudolph will fail. I don't want a red nose for christmas. Nothing much to post today. More to words tomorrow. That's a promise.

Till then,
Melissa

PS. Sometimes the smallest thing you do touches my life like magic, making me remember you forever.