Just came back from thu's 22nd birthday dinner.
conversations-flowing, laughter-spilling.
I'm one helluva of a lucky moron to be stuck with them.
And a bigger moron for being such a pessimist all these while.
All izz well.
New year, new outlook.
Appreciation to what we've got.
OKAY,I'll stop here.
All these Oprah cliches are making me believe the aliens re-tuned my head.
on an unrelated note: I don't think I've heard a person's name mentioned sooo many times
during a conversation. Rahim, you've made quite the impression eh?
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