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living life with a soundtrack
Sunday, June 15, 2008
  Happy Birthday Daks!
Daks, my dear friend, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


Remember this?!
Mga astig na freshman, ayaw mag uniform! (Daks, Jing, Maru, Dyosarah)
 
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first year pa lang mga pasaway na.. he he he he miss you all guys!!!
 
Happy birtday DAKs!!!
 
Hi Maru, di ba remember nun freshman year natin ni implement yong bagong uniform na long-sleeved blouse at sobrang haba na skirt...hassle for us coz lagi tayong me bitbit na T-square...kya the solution - gayahin ang uniform ng higher year!!! buti di tayo nabisto to think na mukha tayong highschool, c",)
 
Hi Jing!

Thank you sa napaka-cute na post mo! ang sweet naman..touched naman ako nyan at naiiyak ako. Ngayon ko lang na-check. Than you ulit! Ang galing! Mga pasaway na talaga tayo nun eh..tanda ko iwas tayo palagi sa office nung si mrs.? sino nga ba yun? nahuli na ko nun eh pero di pa rin ako nag-uniform. hehhe

Hi maru,

Thanks sa greeting! musta na u?
 
nakalimot kong mag-comment sa pic natin dito...parang sarap balikan ng panahon na yan kasi mukhang fresh na fresh pa tayo dito ah. wala pang ringkols sa noo. hehee
 
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Born on the date when people wouldn't miss sharing a gift, raised in a cool place where we give prominence to the letter "R" (in our town's spoken language, most of the Tagalog words with letter "D" are replaced with letter "R"), and now living and working south of somewhere, with a very colorful life soundtrack. My videoke national anthem is "Goodtimes" by Edie Brickell I am shallow - a decent mug of tea with milk pleases me ; and I am deep - I usually trail socio-political news and issues especially when there is probe in aid of legislation (sabi sa inyo, malalim e ha ha). My personality is very much defined by my iPod music collection. I have a passion for singing and usually takes extra efforts to be discreet and resist the overwhelming urge to sing for hours. Don't worry, the mic still has a chance to leave my hand, when too-mainstream tunes come in.

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