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Wednesday, January 05, 2005
i have a habit of looking through my phone and clearing the unwanted smses every night before i go to sleep. so without fail, i was looking through the 60 over smses i kept in my phone early this morning. i usually do not bother looking at the mmses cos i do not have many, but yday i sent one to my friend, so i went to scan through the inbox of the mms folder. was looking at 2 particular mms a friend of mine sent me some time in November. and i realised that she actually included a msg together with the mms. i didnt know the msg existed before that - i didnt bother to scroll down to read the msges..i just looked at the picture that was sent and left it to rot in my inbox.

so i read through them thoroughly and it just warmed my heart. it might be the words used, or some feeling that got stirred inside..i dont know which. they were sent when i was feeling quite down some time ago, and it suddenly occured to me that i have friends who genuinely care for me; who wants me to be happy. and i dont see why i shouldnt be. friends who do care; who wants to do more to keep me smiling, but have no idea or means to do it; who thinks hard and long in attempt to cheer me up and realise they dont know what to say; friends who wish they can do more than reply smses when their friend is right there bawling like a bloody idiot in front of the laptop. pretending i am happy when in fact im not would just be letting them down. and i really do not see the point in doing that.

taken off wee cheng's old blog some time ago..
"Too many of us are caught up in our frenzy and hectic lives to appreciate simple things. But, at the end of the day, it's the simple things that bring us the greatest joy."

and i do believe at the end of the day, that it is those simple things that matters most. like a simple msg sent last November, or a little treat to movies. :)

11:41 PM



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