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    HAHAH.
    Monday, November 23, 2009, 10:52 PM
    So double-dating. The moment I look at him and his partner, which is my last summer girl I feel like laughing my ass out. Seriously, my good friend went out with my last summer girl. So I called his ex-girlfriend, Lysa to tag alone with me, sweet revenge. He will never knew that I asked her to tag alone with me. You go out with my last summer girl, I go out with your last summer girl too. Sounds fair to me. We're even now. I'm trying to bride his ex-girlfriend with a Swensen treat, she didn't want to. Thanks Lysa, I can saves it for my new phone later on this month.

    Me: OK Lysa, tell him that you're dating me. Put him on fire, please. This gonna be sweet revenge for me.
    Lysa: Hahah, are you sure. You guys are bestfriend forever, why must you did this to him?
    Me: It's called, "Sweet-Revenge". I need a sweet girl like you to do this kinda of job.

    While arriving there, I told Lysa to hold my hand tightly, acting that we're dating. The best thing to do, I think. He was waiting with my last summer girl at there, a particular place which you guys shouldn't have to know about it. Very the frustrating.

    OK, stop here. Won't elaborate that much.