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99: It’s the number of mails I wrote to my man. I myself am surprised to see I have written that much . And he wrote me back some, just some, I haven’t added up but I think there’re less than 50. Do you remember your first mail, sweetheart? I admittedly had a crush on you with that mail though we were very normal friends at that time.
19: It’s the number of pages I have translated up to now. Huhu I have about 15 pages undone. But it’s still a nice figure ‘cause I’ve got something to do instead of lying picking channels on TV.
1: It’s the number of reply I’ve got from a far-away friend. Actually we are pen friends (Mink nhỉ). I got a little upset when he hasn’t replied for a week but he did at last. He’s the one who always makes me feel good, very good.
0: (not nice at all) it’s the number of page of the practice report, the draff of which I’m supposed to finish by 30 July. Slowly comes the pressure.
Last night I reread my memory notebook just to find myself half crying half smiling. Wanna send my love to Phuong Nhung – my great great tablemate – you made me laugh all the time I sat beside you, but your writing took so many tears of mine ; to Hoa – you seemed to be so far away from me, I don’t know why, but love you still and to Ngân – let’s go to the cinema baby, next month ok?, and I’m getting impatient to know whether you met any hot boy during your trip .