Dinner after.._Weedless._Red-eye Voyage_Believe in the lyrics
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Dinner after..
Pimmy and the girl group created a club of activities to participate in a performance contest. .They thowww.onedoor.ccught of a show in this event already. It would be dancing of 4 beautiful girls with an elegant position. When they rehearsed, Sam and Michael visited them and would like to join this dancing group as a team. They thought of the idea to make it like a musical play. Actually, they are close friends but Pimmy thought of the idea to have a performance only girls so she rejected Michael and Sam for joining. They were sad that they could not do an activity together so they would think of their own...
Weedless.
Resuscitated by a raging roommate from the realms of deep reflection on the astuteness of life, I was forced to wake up and smell the coffee. Sleep had become an unobtainable luxury and only after binging 2 series: half each and enjoying quietly the guilty pleasure of sucking on my ‘scoot’: a contorted cigarette fresh off my jacket’s inner pocket at approximately 2 in the night could I finally get some shuteye.“Scoot” - the jargon was a gift from the mallu gang. They either made it up or had picked it from the andamanis (they are usually the ones responsible for such creative lexicon). In any ...
Red-eye Voyage
Nola was the first to break the silence. “These pea meatballs aren’t bad, hey?”“So that’s what they are,” Roman replied.“What I never understood is why—when no one can get meat anywhere these days—they are still called pea meatballs? And not just… pea-balls,” Bruno chimed in.Jie snorted.Marlowe, as usual, had an answer to this question before it was asked. “Pea meatballs hold the form of the once popular dish, ‘meatballs’, which contained ground meat of various origin rolled into small spheres the size of those we are consuming now. Modelled after these meatballs, pea meatballs indicated that ...
Believe in the lyrics
BELIEVE IN THE LYRICS“Damn it!” I exclaimed, confused and fed up.“I'm done with this!” I smashed my pen on the textbook and stood up to go get a cup of water. It was the fourth Waec I would be preparing for. for God's sake..yet father wouldn’t give up on wanting me to study medicine. I have tried convincing him that science isn’t my thing, but he wouldn’t just listen. “Look, all you just need is 3Cs and 2Bs in your science subjects and a 220 in jamb. I have a friend in the University, he is a senior staff, he would work the rest out for us” he would explain“But father, I don’t want to be a do...