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You Know You're Over Him When... You stop viewing his Friendster profile everyday. The ringing of his name, or the likes, doesnt send your heart thump-a-thumpin furiously. His photos, once your most prized collection ever, are buried at an insignificant corner. As much as you try, you cant remember where it is. Even if you did, you're to lazy to search for them under those piles of paper. Melancholic songs stop reminding you of him. Your MSN nicks dont refer blatantly/subtlely to him no more. You start eyeing other equally lust-worthy objects around you. i peeked at the world thru mie lil eyes 10:30 PM
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