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    Monday, May 17, 2010, 23:55

    Dear Shaari,

    Initially, I didn't have much good impression of you when I first met you. As the days go by, I found you being a very nice guy. I started to like you as my friend, when you "invited" me to the class "officially". It was through MSN, though.


    I remember the attachment days with you. I love how confident you were, how knowledgeable you had been, how optimistic you could be, how..

    I love people who are generous, that's why I love you. You insist in paying full amount for cab fees whenever you offer me a ride. When I offered to return you, your tone stumbled me.

    People may say you were fierce, arrogant and all.
    No, you were never those to me.


    You urged me to study hard, when I once told you I felt like giving up this course.
    You urged me to hang on, when I once told you I felt the stress and all.

    I remember you telling me about another career choice -- air-stewardess. I don't quite remember, but I think you said if you were me, you would.

    Can I fulfil that for you?

    I'll see..


    Love,
    ZS!