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k e S S e n: About Me

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9786; bends but never breaks ☺. Please be warned that this blog may sometimes be flooded of consecutive posts about the Pinoy local band, Bamboo. I just can't help it. Heheheh I'm a self-c0nfessed fan of theirs. I am a carefree person and likes to go to places but just don't have the resources.lol. I also maintain another blog, Noy-pi. Wherein I write anything about the Philippines and the noypis around the world. Anyone may contact me at:. No spamming please :). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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the assassin within

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Missionaries are a bore. Why don't we get wet and do it on the lavatory,. Or thrust me on the wall, by the window instead. ". Posting one of bai dan's. Labels: moments in a window. And at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins. Posted by the assassin within. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ang mga lihim ni hudas. Monologues of the mentally misbegotten. Notesof.a.space.traveller. Shoot to kill.bang! Love fashion. love pink. View my complete profile. Life is what you make it! Someday i'll t...

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the assassin within

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Paying a visit at the yellow corner. All souls day 08 - the cemetery. And at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins. Posted by the assassin within. Dan mon hoi dong ungass daniks master danny buang palog. Maayoha ani oi, ang alibangbang, meaning nga naay kalang nga niposing sa imong picture hehehehe. 14 November 2008 at 10:30 AM. Reminds me of the song NOVEMBER by Azure Ray. Check it out mai. unsa gani imo snail mail? Naa diri ang imong raket. 15 November 2008 at 6:12 PM. Imo na hatag nako?

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the assassin within

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Reposting my dog's photograph gazing at the car window one rainy day when we took him to his veterinarian for an emergency check up 2 yrs ago. He died a week after this shot. And at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins. Posted by the assassin within. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ang mga lihim ni hudas. Monologues of the mentally misbegotten. Notesof.a.space.traveller. Shoot to kill.bang! Love fashion. love pink. View my complete profile. Life is what you make it! Someday i'll travel ...

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the assassin within

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Payed dyes pesos (ten pesos) per game. Chasing two balls and giving it back to the players for at least 15 minutes. Scolded sometimes for slow pace. Asked to buy ice waters after the game at the nearby tindahan. What would you do if ball boys were on strike. Or had their breaks to frolic at the sea wall with the other kids their age. And you are playing tennis with no one. Chasing the balls and returning it for you? And at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins. Posted by the assassin within.

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Of Porks and Barrels | saint and sinner

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Of Porks and Barrels. August 30, 2013 @ 8:12 pm. 183; { bits and pieces. Most of our fellow Pinoys are too accustomed to asking favors. And as i see it, our greatest downfall. Most are being taken advantage of because of this, and how better to blackmail someone on all levels than to give them a small favor they don’t even need to ask? I’m constantly hearing politicians say “what about the poor people being helped by our PDAF(pork barrel)? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Create a fre...

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pieces of a dream | saint and sinner

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Pieces of a dream. October 2, 2009 @ 9:38 pm. 183; { bits and pieces. I walked the darkness all alone. Guilt stricken and on my own. Left without money and lost my home. Just another beggar on the roam. Spent my fortune pretending to be rich. Trying to land the tip that i could never reach. And so i lost everything that i held dear. Thrown away like a bottled beer. The pangs of regret bite my ear. I thought that it was nothing to be feared. Now i lay alone the side of an empty road. You are commenting us...

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Indelible Nonsense.: Empty Apartment.

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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted by Maane Simpas. Posted in Posted on 9:20 AM. I'm in your room, fixing things up. I know how particular you are with how you arrange your shirts, your CD's, your shoes, your books. Your mom doesn't really know that but I do. I missed you so much Kiks, this apartment isn't as alive as when you were still around. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. There was an error in this gadget. Bats In The Belfry. A Kid Named Melis...