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Saturday, March 06, 2004

Happy Birthday Ivan

Sometimes when u see ur friends divided into two parties arguing for a different cause, it puts u in a difficult position, especially when u ain't supposed to side any party. We had one today, n many many more in the past. How I wished this 'picking on' thingy can end like it always started. It's really not necessary to be that demanding, that particular in some cases. No one's perfect anyway. If u think u're, perhaps u should put urself in their shoes. Even such, u'll never know what may go wrong, when, where or how. To quote Ivan, Murphy's law...

About Biao's theory on birthday, I think since it's already a tradition, it would be rather sad to break it. Don't u think it's fun when u pretend that they don't remember, when u're actually quite sure they do. Totally agree when he says that it would be weird discussing ur own birthday celebration. Might as well enjoy the childish acts while we're still full of youth n vigor. N he's absolutely right in saying spending the occasion with who is more important than spending it in what way... Cherish time, for it waits for no man. Live life today as u're gonna to die tomorrow.

It's been more than 3 days I think, and I'm still listening to that song. Everytime I sing it, I feel like crying. I'm touched...

you were loved at
12:13 am

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