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wake up call
Wednesday, March 31, 2010 1:20 AM

i was awakened by my dear mate's call, maher. we planned to go jogging (cos' she's thinking to get rid all of those fatty lemaks from her tummy, haha) instead, she chnged her mind, we went out for breakfst. (guess, her body aint ready fr some exercise, haha) we ate LJS, chic sausage. i enjoyed my breakfst ververy much. then, i asked her to accompany me to RP, to send a few docs. after tht, we chill out for about an hour. yea, we talked mostly about ___.
she asked me to tag along to IKEA with her mom, but then, my mom was sick, so i thought it was'nt nice to be going out when she's aint well. so tht's it. tht's fr today
adios ;)
p.s i wish u guys are bck toghtr happily again



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call me din or even salih for short. born on 28.12.1992, 18 this year i'm the kind of person who does not talk much. don't ask me why. i had sex with art everday, and i love it! and gosh, effy's so cute, i want her to be my gf! TUMBLR



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