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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

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sometimes when i have too much time on hand,
i.e, while travelling frm one place to another, walking aimlessly, waiting for somebody,
i think about everything i can think of in the world.

what ifs, what ifs and more what ifs...

even looking at perfumes, smelling them just reminds me of secondary school days.
i had one under my Amaths test book which have the same wrapping cover as you.

another, i have her undies in my hse not claimed.

the other two i have so many letters that we wrote to each other...

and pictures just says the effort put in..
how much they've been, how much i haven..
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