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Saturday, October 29, 2005
I'm nice i was told...

a certain girl, i think i shall not mention her name just in case, was sitting behind me in circuits lect yester. @ end of lect, she tapped on my shoulders. someone i don't know, i thought. she asked me if i had ans to all the tuts, cuz she wanted to borrow them. so we exchanged numbers, and arranged to meet today after lect. so she could zap them n return them.

today i met her. was with her while zapping the ans. we talked and got to know each other a bit. i've always found it really interesting how someone u totally don't know, would just turn up in your life unexpectedly. albeit a short meeting, she sms later. "hey tks a lot. Hee guess for being friendly too. Dunno anyone in my class u c. E first person i asked wuznt that nice. :-)"

guess i'm glad i helped. i guess she doesn't know how glad i was to receive such a msg!

well i guess the only reward you get for being nice, is knowing u've helped someone =)

currently watching "I'll Remember April" on channel 5. set in the time when the japs attacked america. then all japs in US had to be moved to isolation camp. it's bout how this american young boy, who had to watch his best fran/neighbour, a jap, go away. how he had mistaken that his bro was killed at war. how a bunch of boys helped an innocent jap trying to get to mexico. family ties. friendship. trust. betrayal. love.

my mum was so nice to the waiter at dinner. he didn't seem to be unable to speak in english, kept replying in mandarin. i was like "mummy you so nice!" then she said "i always nice what." so i was just telling her, the typical thing gina n i would have done was to order everything speaking n english, and made a fuss bout his lack of proper english speech. then i decided: i should be nicer to waiters! mummy said they're human too wat.

ooh this day has been all bout being nice and love all around!! The Lord must be showing me something =)

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