new haircut. cardigan. red stripes. leaning. him.
but a part of me is still hating you.
but still
and
still
hate will never be the adversary of...
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nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
hold your name tight-- don't let it go. then sail with your hundred dreams away...
- Ma. Pheona Caranzo Esteria
- catarman nation, dalakit state, Philippines
- i'm fond of word salads. i'm living and loving a surreal life. there. welcome to my world.
strawberry fields forever
nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
and because love means...
thinking of this out loud:
Well, maybe they don't need them, but don't you think that some fish might like a bicycle?
**maybe they do. i used to think that fishes are nihilist. they don't like cliches that's why i'm sailing my way towards the sea...
**maybe they do. i used to think that fishes are nihilist. they don't like cliches that's why i'm sailing my way towards the sea...
say something or else.. ☺
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- birthday bliss
- and the verdict is:
- fortywinking...after three years.
- it's my blog anyway. bwahaha!
- truth boggling
- missing my ma'am days
- to greenhills and beyond
- sheer delight
- so hot: of fever and old flames
- introspeksyun
- RETURNINGS...
- pre-birthday blues
- heck and whatnots
- what kept me, baby.
- just so you know
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say what? says who?
wala kayong kakwenta-kwentang labtim!
-redentor 'bitter' david
-redentor 'bitter' david
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isa kang ponkan na lasang tuba!
-jaypee aka lestattt (to lady sarsa)
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Anung kahangalan ‘to?!
-kirby infante (as per request)
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