Wednesday, August 18, 2004
IsAnG ArAw Sa CaMp CrAmE

ayowz.. narating din namin magkaklase ang  crame.. di rin biro biro un.. buti na lang maaga kami dumating.. nga pala, nakakita ako ng bayabas.. hitik na hitik sa bunga.. pumuwesto na sana ako sa pagtalon kaso biglang may dumaang pulis.. miss ko na bayabas sa min.. mahal pala magpa DNA test?! buti na lang sure ako sa pinagmulan ko.. although lagi sa kin sinasabi ng ermats ko na pinulot lang daw ako sa echas ng kalabaw.. huh! ano ba yan.. tapos un.. pumunta kami sa morgue.. pinakaaantay naming part sa crime lab.. malas nga lang at wala kaming natyempuhan na patay na iaautopsy.. gayun pa man, nilibot namin ang nasabing morgue.. parang kakaiba ang feeling ko dun.. basta, di ko maexplain.. (nabubuksan na ba 6th sense ko? o nabahuan lang ako?) nyways, di pa ko nakapunta sa bday ni m10(kacrew ko un) lagot ako bukas.. eh kasi naman maaga kami dapat kay apruevo.. kuh! mawiwindang na naman ang gakulangot kong utak nyan.. tumawag pala si ermats? un lang.. hanggang sa muli..


babalik ulit si tintoy...

Posted at 11:46 pm by liturgyOFdeath

boloigs
August 26, 2004   01:24 PM PDT
 
kewl!
josh
August 18, 2004   11:50 PM PDT
 
hahaha! nawindang ka ba? ayos lang un..
 

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I'm Sick of Painting in Black and White. My Pen is dry, now I'm uptight. So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. Redefine.
~Redefine~



Christina R. Lim, labing siyam na taong gulang, babae, ipinanganak noong ika-25 ng Oktubre, ng taong mil nwebe syentos otsenta y cuatro, bunso sa apat(o lima?) na magkakapatid, tubong Zambales, kasalukuyang binubuno ang ikatlong antas ng kolehiyo sa
Politeknikong Unibersidad ng Pilipinas sa kursong Sikolohiya, di palabasa kung kaya walang gaanong laman ang utak kundi mga bagay na bigla na lang sumusulpot mula sa kawalan.

ABSOLUTELY (Story Of A Girl)

Nine Days


This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

And how many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearin' the holes in the soles of her shoes
How many days disappear?
You look in the mirror, so how do you choose?

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

How many lovers would stay?
Just to put up with this shit every day and all day
How did we wind up this way?
Watchin' our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waitin'
Wearin' the clothes of the souls that we choose
How do we get there today?
When we're walkin' too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad and lonley there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

And your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

When she smiles





 
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