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Monday, November 19, 2007
I saw my primary juniors.
I saw Ken quek.
I saw my primary school mate.
I saw the guy who intro savings plan to me.
I saw Xin Yi.
I saw one girl wearing YI shirt.
I saw Ken Lim.
I saw You Beng.
I saw Liang Zhi.

-Xiaowei


5:34 AM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.