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♡ a smile just indicates something.
Thursday, February 19, 2009, 11:42 PM
Today, practically was the happiest ever since 2009 started.

Already the first day in the morning, does this 'The Happy Story' starts. Just to sum up, I walk with OOMA to school. In your point of view, 'yeaa. So what.' But people, unless you haven't had this affectionate towards someone, you wouldn't know. Trust me, this is neutral second nature.
Oh, I'm so feeling in seven heaventh. I'm serious. This is my ever first time to be in great intensity of happiness like this. I know. I might sound like the girls who does nothing at all but shout, but bohyy, it couldn't be controlled. Okay, 'The Happy Story' officially says its THE END here.

Moving on, if you realize the time I posted this entry, its almost or barely past midnight. Hence, having to update a blog at late midnight, I couldn't possibly write a whole chunk of my day now. So probably this will be the end of my post. So after all, the 'moving on' is fake.

I don't feel welcome anymore
baby, what happened, please tell
me 'cause one second it was perfect
now you're half way out the door


P.S. Gee, I'm super sorry that I hitted you. It wasn't meant to, but an accident.
P.P.S. I seriously can't believe this would all be too much of a coincidence.