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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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    • Saturday, March 24, 2007 2:41 PM

    i've got mail.

    She called two days ago to set a date for when 'someone' would be at home to sign for it. Funny, I thought. What could be so important that they couldn't leave a call-back card. She even wanted to have it sent to me when I was at college. No courier company has ever wanted to do this for a letter. After digging up on my schedule, she decided with a hint of put on cheeriness that Saturday would have to be the wonderful day that I should expect a knock on my front door.

    I lingered on her voice for a few minutes after the call. I couldn't get over the fact that I didn't bother to get her name or wish her a good day. She simply remained the voice that I thanked for the above compromise.

    And then this morning in the middle of wiping away at tears and snort from the spiciness of a bowl of noodles, the front door vibrated with a strong, hard knock. (like want to break down my door like that!)

    He stood there looking annoyed. I wished him a good morning but he didnt return it instead he asked for the name on the envelope. Yes, me, I said while pulling at my oversized grey tee. I wasn't in the most flattering condition what with the tons of used kleenex at hand, but I dare say that that isn't reason to think that I couldn't sign for my own letter.

    Whats this lah.

    He copied my name from the envelope ignoring my spelling. Whoa, don't trust I can spell my own name issit?

    So, I mogok, don't want to say 'have a nice day'. But I couldn't stop the 'thank you' from coming out. Too used to it already.

    The logo in the corner made my heart go funny. I didn't even hear when the Daddums asked why was my boyfriend at the door.

    It has been a few hours since I tugged at the contents of the envelope. I'm now a Ms. Tiffany. So weird okay.

    I have a research proposal due Monday but I keep fingering the envelope. I have yet to sign it. The Daddums insist that I should get on with it so he can take it to the post office tonight but that would mean one part of it would go away and never come back. That's very very sad.


    So, I made teddyglowydarling guard it while I type away on the proposal.

    Please, please, I wana keep it somemore, can?


    minx wrote at2:41 PM
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