Teenage hopes are alive at your door

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

Miss me, miss me

Now you hafta kiss me >:P Miss me? I know, how thick-faced of me. And euw, I have 3 bruises. And a wound that's kinda big just beside my butt cheek. Am I being to open? Yeah, I know.

Soooo. It was a day and a half in Tayabas, wherever the hell that is. Oh, I feel so stupid, 'cause...

Cheska: Hey, this is the way to Tagaytay.
Paolo: Bobo. North 'yun, we're going South.
Cheska: Ay, ganun ba?

So, yeah :> The Cheska is so stupid. The things that I did there were swim, slide, fish (Yeah :>), walk like a bagillion kilo-whatever-meters, stepped on mud 10 hundred thousand million times.

I'm too tamad to write. Later, update I'll.

tell me thatyou love me more.