Sunday, March 02, 2008


it's that time of the year when some butterflies come crashing in your stomach and you can't keep that darn smile off of your face when you most probably looked like a freaking raccoon. oh, the irony of it all. but what-the-hey, if it's what can sustain me in the wee hours of morning, then im all yours beybeh..
on the other hand, lemme think if he recognize this girl oogling at him.

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