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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
friends do require a little bit of personal heart to heart talk.
it is those few times when you hang out till late at night, and come up with conversations after conversations of great lengths and details, is when thoughts are exchanged and understanding between the two deepens.


disclaimer

readers
are entering
the realm of
randomness and
retardedness.


yours truly

cp-kia.
he is a kid.
who jumps around.
need i say more?

justsaying


i know, no need tell me.
i like it dull and plain.
and eh, this is my blog,
so i reserve the rights
to rant about whatever
i want, thank you.

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