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Wednesday, December 30, 2009 // 11:56 PM

Lovely night, even though sucky day. The day part was okay during the later half. My mood got better. I didn't get how it had such a drastic change in just 5 minutes, but it did happen. I don't get myself too much sometimes. Enjoyed myself at Natalie's house. Really did. The sad thing is that I didn't get to talk to her a lot, because she was busy hosting us along with Andrew and her parents. Gonna talk to her during CNY since I will be so down. If you still don't know why I'll be down on CNY. Just go bang the wall and die.

Loved the presents received today. A diary with black paper inside, and the cover looks really really cute. It's full of bears, outlined with silver. Damn nice lo. I still love diaries that much. I still write diaries. I love writing them too. It's way more private. I really hate re-reading my diaries sometimes. I don't like to remember the stupid things I've done. Retarded mistakes I've made and things like that. But it's an entertainment to laugh at yourself. I just re-read my diary in the evening before I left. I can't really remember and believe myself being so stupid lah. The past is the past. No point looking back. Yes, I shan't be so stupid anymore. Too bad if my past won't be entertaining to me next time. I'd rather that then regret making mistakes. HAHA.