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Girl On Queen Street


Sunday, November 25, 2007
It's the way you make me feel.




`__in a moment you'll hear, the name my heart's been beating to//

Congratulations Hatim, you have just revived the dead writer.
And made a new Rubik's cuber.


The chalet was okay. Nothing out of the ordinary. Cousin meet-ups. Babies everywhere, running around like the own the world. Children cannon-balling into the pool. Good food. A lot of food. Food. Food.
Yes, 'twas a good weekend.

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I MISS SILLY.
booo :(
come home now. please?


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anw, snaps from last Thursday's little evening out.

ILY SYAFIIE. credits to your almost-dead phone.





Ice cream = COLD!!



Fat? Too much ice cream, perhaps.



And he calls this one artistic.

'Cause you are
My summer in the winter
The warmth through my dark December
The love I feel inside
The joy I cannot hide
You are.


Location: The bed. Still different. But in a nicer way now.
Music: Enigma of unstrung melody.



9:25 PM