| I missed the good old days. |
| 'I don't do too much talking these days.' Your name: Is really Hazel Jean but I love using Inky because it sounds so me. Your parents: Are my kind of crazy Your first love: Is still, and forever will be. Your room: Has had too much make-overs but none of it lasted. Your current clothes: Huge plain white shirt and boxers. The last time you cried: The sobs were drowned in the sound of Rufus Wainwright's voice singing My Funny Valentine. Your greatest achievement so far: Having him as my favorite work of art. |
check mo pala recent journal ko. Nagcollab po kami ni ate rain e
Yan palang naman pinakabago. Wala pang time gumawa ng iba e. School na kasi ulit. Hahay.
Congrats pala sa bagong career.
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Silence is the fire that speaks to us in tongues.
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you don't like me when i'm angry!=== -_-
oooops.. that's just in my mind..it slipped!
This is me sometimes (assuming) = HISUKA
the place where im working at " [link]
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It's she, a dead leaf
who made autumn his life
spring, his eternal rest.
-Kristine "The modern patadyong"
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Silence is the fire that speaks to us in tongues.
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Silence is the fire that speaks to us in tongues.
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Silence is the fire that speaks to us in tongues.
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too good to be true
ako gusto ko ulit pumunta sa Baguio. Ang init dito sa Maynila eh.
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It's she, a dead leaf
who made autumn his life
spring, his eternal rest.
-Kristine "The modern patadyong"
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i'm not nice; i'm not even the classic-sweet-girl that you think i am. and when you finally get the chance to penetrate my world,you'll find an erotic part of me. and you'll be surprised that i'm jaded & bitter. QUESTION: will you still love me?
Babalik na ulit ako sa Baguio soon
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Silence is the fire that speaks to us in tongues.
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