Break My Fall

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Monday, July 03, 2006

Everytime when I have a moment to myself, many faces would run through my mind.

I have a very interesting friend: He checks out good food at http://www.sbestfood.com/, craves for smelly beancurd because he loves the smell of it but hates the taste of it and freaks out when he doesn't know where to eat :D :D

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