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Sunday, January 31, 2010 stranger talks
I was going up to elicia's house to tutor her. LOL. A guy went in the same lift as me. He wanted to press a number, but hold back. I thought, maybe i pressed the number he wanted to press. Half way travelling up, he started talking to me..

'Hello, are you susan?'

i turned my head, but its not enough to even look at him. I said no and maintain my emotionless face.

'oh, you look like my uni friend..'

(oh whatever.. idc.) i turned my head to look at him and smile. 'oh, really? hm.'

the lift door opens and i step out.. i feel freedom and wanted to walk to elicia's house, but he stopped me. Zzz..

'hay, can we be friends? Give me your number and i will call you out for coffee or what. We can stay in contact"

(arghhh... irritating guy. i knew it. SO FAKE.) 'no, email can?'

'oh, ok.. sure sure :]'

=.= (FAIL BIG TIME)

he walks up the stairs when the lift goes to every floor!! dumbo! SUPER FAKE. He totally failed. LOL


7:33 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.