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Friday, March 12, 2010
WHAT? @ 10:19 AM







Right, the pictures are taking damn longg.

ahh, i am suppose to be sleeping right now, but i guess i am more and more energetic. Like, OWL. Crapp and i have work tomorrow! :)
Goody that i cancelled swimming, But i am gonna jog jog jog. Yes, that is. I eed to shed some weight, pounds, fats and all like fast fast fast Cause the next one's meeee!
Boo, if you get what i mean. :)

Alrights just a random shorty post, totally hoped and saw michelle enjoying herself on the spread of the her birth day. :) pretty awesomezxxz! :)

Okay. gotta go!. :)

BOOOOO!

Who will accompany me to walk the thousand mile road, and while doing that... to take a gazillion pictures. :)

Loves; SUIE.

p/s : to make a difference, we are, you are, i am... That difference.


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I didn't have a choice. I was poor. And because my family was poor, my mum worked as a prostitute to raise me up. And because of being poor, i swore to make a lot of money. Because that way i can choose and make my own path.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.