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Walking towards my apartment, I searched and took out the housekeys. Noticed the padlock was slightly different. Strange. But then again, perhaps I was dreaming. Searched for the right key and tried inserting it in. It wouldn't go in! Tried jamming it in again, still it wouldn't fit in. "This is odd," I thought. Felt like kicking myself when I looked up the address number above the door. I-4-5! When I actually live in I-7-5. Stoopid me pressed '4' when I was supposed to hit '7'. Then a guy came to the door, (quite cute actually) and... "Yes, can I help you?" Lost for words. Face went scarlet red as I grabbed my bags and scrambled off, mumbling something like ".. sorry... wrong house...... shoot me pls..." |
| Justin September 14, 2005 01:04 PM PDT biasala you. remember the time at savahn, you tried opening another white satria's car door? you r one crazy biatch! :P | ||
| Perfectly Flawed September 14, 2005 02:16 PM PDT OMG!!!! We did it again lady. You see my friend's apt number is 3-13A-5. I went to 3-13-5 so go figure what happened. :) | ||
| KG September 15, 2005 09:59 AM PDT Ha ha... I knew why 4... must be thinking too much about work... that you're mistaking office for home and vice versa. | ||
| mizz_angie September 15, 2005 10:45 PM PDT KG, yea, that's the perfect explaination! Thank you, thank you! Let's keep it that way. Haha. | ||
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