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Friday, August 08, 2008

Met b for breakfast this morning. It's been like a week since i met him and he only lives just behind my blk. Ate breakfast as usual and talk. Catching up on the times we've missed. After breakfast head down to his house to watch The Leap Years. WE were suppose to watch, but in the end i watched it alone only to be distracted by him when he's playing game on the internet. Joined him and we versus each other or darts skittles and pool. I win most of the time. He got pissed. Guys. Egoes.

So yea. Went home and slept cause i think i woke up super early today for breakfast. Woke up, eat dinner and blablabla. Okay. I always do this. I type halfway and i got lazy to type the rest of the story. so yea. ciao


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Her.

Mariam,21
Bummer

credits

Designer: KITI
Image: DEVIANT ART
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