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<div class="header">With <font color=#ff0099>♥</font>, Ashley Nuraisyah</div>
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<h1>cut some slack and roll the dice</h1>
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<div class="text1"><u>Meow!</u></div>
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<br><center><u>Ashley</u> <i>or</i> <u>Aisyah</u> <i>, you choose.</i>
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<p><b>life is like a dice. you're the one who keeps it rolling and it either turns good or bad.</b>.
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<div style="clear:both;"></div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><center></center><center></center><center><br /><br /></center><center>call me when you're sober</center></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452571140956071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7IyhzuSqkyWLJbEPI93OI80RZ4bzYlrI-p3kgVHvPPa7mvUPkwDAMl8M9LVHG5xGQF0bLfsrXaljIWjIKChENAr19e-ps7L3s2z8v2U6g7D6KoruXJJzPNqjND-Y5ZkKxLDJemOupzJj/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">he's gonna be drinking at the chalet tonight, and im having mixed feelings right now. told him not to call me when he's drunk. he could call me when he's sober, probably the morning after. and no hangover please. if its true that he can handle his alcohol intake well, it shouldn't be a problem. he used to be a bartender btw. i have nothing against him drinking, seriously, except that it kinda makes me worried cause' i've never drank with him before and so i don't know what he's like when he's drinking. just texted him and he already seemed like he's kinda light-headed. fuck. you're riding tomorrow morning, so please don't get drunk, boy. tipsy only, please. i love you.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">time check: 12:08am</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">ps: see, he couldn't even text me properly. he's trippin' now, i guess.</span> </span></strong></div><div><strong><br /><br /></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">*shrugs*</span></strong></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div>
<p><div align=right><font color=#ff99ff>♥our lips must always be sealed<br>
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