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Saturday, July 15, 2006

Met b yesterday.
His expression when i met him was as if someone had just died or something.
And i was like "what happened ? "
And this was what he said;
"My friend just died"
"Really ?! What happened ?"
Silence for 2 minutes.
"My friend's butterfly just died."
argh !!!

Then he said this MALIK guy from SP called him asking me to stay away from me.
What the hell.
In the end,
it was just one of his made-up stories.

Got thirsty half way.
Went back his house to have drink.
Then we were on our CHILDISH minds.
First we challenged to throw the ices.
Who's ice is the furthest.
Next we challenged who can melt the ice the fastest using out hand ONLY.(Nobody won.)
Then tried to make each other cold.
He put the ice inside my shirt and i got my revenge.
Muahaha.
It was super fun.
Heh !

Going for interview later with stooges.
At Raffles City.
Yey !
Might be working at a cafe.
K got nothing to say now.
Ciao sinchi.


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Her.

Mariam,21
Bummer

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