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Friday, April 15, 2005

The Little Things

It's the little things in life that just make your day, isn't it?

Like how someone commented that my haircut looks nice on my way out this morning. Like the window seat I got in the library that's so heavenly quiet and blessed with an awesome view.

Like hearing that I've lost weight (although he didn't say it in a flattering way. I don't really care. I look slimmer!). Like reliving my childhood memories as I suck on the Everlasting Gobstopper candy from Theresa. It used to make me wonder if Willy Wonka's chocolate factory and the Oompa Loompas really existed.

Like how it makes my day just thinking about my little darling at home. She actually remembered it was my first paper yesterday and secretly used my dad's handphone to send me a Good Luck message the night before.


Just thinking about the amusing ideas she comes up with gives me the chuckles. This was taken when we were making spaghetti. No more tears for her when cutting onions.

Like the rush of endorphins after a night run. Like the thought that the weekend is less than an hour away. Like trying to fall in love...

with Mr. Janeway, the author of my Immunobiology text. Geddit?


[Time of Confession] 11:07 PM
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