If You come into my heart

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if you come into my heart

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006 / 6:38 PM

Had a friendly badmainton game with my sis and some nice couple today. Me and the guy on one side and my sis and he woman on the other. It was a bit awkward though because I don't know what to say. They were going to play badminton at the court and we were playing dismally so I let them have it. But they asked us to play instead. It was fun. The guy kept smacking, ended up always hitting his wife with the shuttlecock. If my mother was there, she would have already made friends with them while playing. "How old is your son?" (That's the first thing she always says...) smack. Oh, I'm in the *state job* business. whack. Yeah, we take after our father. More reserved.

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