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Friday, August 11, 2006
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this post is dedicated to michelle.

it's your birthday darling! (: this name rings many bells in me. the sweet, perfect touch of the name. i want t say 1938189561038289561 thank yous. and even those arent enough.

thank you for the times you were always there for me, when xxxxred wasnt, neither was rxxnxxd, or for the times i was wiped out, with needles in my back. with the tears flowing down the pink flushed cheeks, you wrapped your arms around me, the warmth jst nice for a day like those. you inched over so i could rest my tired head on your shoulder, you would leave me the last tissue for my tears.

when i flip back to the pages, when we were 13, 14 year old kids, i smile wildly, reminiscing the wild times we had, not forgetting the tough ones. we endured it together, and we would for the years down the road. thank you for being the bestfriend i could ever ask for. you're more than a bestfriend. you're a part of me. yes, my diary. those stayovers, hk trips, chalets, singings were part and parcel of my memory. i want you to be a special part of me, whr i can tell my grandchildren about, 50 years down the road. 4 years have been a long journey. through ups and downs, we lived through it all. the amount of gratitude i have for you can no longer be compared to the vast blue sky. and you knw when the latter topples over, im here for you, to play my part as your diary too.

let's hold hands and continue skipping down this journey of life, the story which continues.(:

happy birthday michelle(: