MY PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Well heard of this " The most dangerous place is the safest". Its not true. My mum found my brother prize possession. His packs of cigrattes. He hid it somewhere that no one can think of hiding something, because its not secretive enough? And i think he hid it in the shoe shelf or something. And my mum was super fortunate to find his packs, and she wasnt even looking for the cigrattes. Its just like conincidence. But my mum luck was my brother downfall, his efforts of denying that he smoke went down the drain. Aww poor thing?? Hell no! Who ask you smoke, smoke somemore and your lungs will not be black. But DARK black. But i dont know that he got admit he got smoke anot. But he told my mum that his selling them. Not bad, my brother has ambition to be an entreprenuer. All business start small, so why dont begin with selling cigrattes. I can see in about 20-30 years time my brother making it big in his business. He's going to be a millionare and im going to con him.
So its proven, the most dangerous place is NOT the safest
MEMORIES FADE.PICTURES WONT.{10:42 PM}
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