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Saturday, November 11, 2006
yessssa, it's me again. it's 8.52 am. and im feeling happy. like reallyreally happy. and i think i know why. guess what, he called me up at 2 in the morning. and told me that he'd call me when he reach home. i was more than satisfied that he called me in the first place. then at 2.30+ he called me. l i k e Y A Y ! [: we talked and talked and talkkkkkkked. then i asked him whether he wanted to hang up, cos it's late and he's working the next day. but he said no.he wanna talk to me. so yeah. and we continued talking crap, as usual. then he comes to the mushy stuffs. I l o i k e ! hahahaha. i mean, yeah it's been so long i didn't get to hear that.
and during that time, i wasn't sure of his feelings for me. but the only thing i was sure of, was that my feelings for him are still the same ever since i said those three words back to him. i mean, okay he's busy, let him do his things. i don't wanna disturb him by asking whether he still feels the same. and he said those three words to me, again. after such a long time. oh, how i've missed that. after satisfied talking with him, we hung up. then i suddenly feel that the warmth of the pillow reminds me of his warmth. i miss him so much.
yesssssssssssssssssa! meeting him on monday.

i can't wait.
i wanna dance with him.
i wanna hug him.
i wanna kiss him.
i just wanna love him.

in the name of love.
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